and yes i stuck some of my own art in there

anonymous asked:

Hi, 7goodangel. I am here to ask you about PaperJam as a shy, smol and innocent being (mainly thegreatrouge made him be). There has been some conflicts regarding his trait. Some said his canonical personality is a jerk, like what you wrote in his bio / info and some said that is severely wrong and being shy, (which made him shipped with Fresh), is his canonical personality. What are your thoughts about this? I mean, it is your character and people are taking control of it. Don't you disagree?

Well… I have talked to people and seen public conversations and this has happened several times to me over months. I guess I’ve gotten a little numb to it now… or maybe it’s due to school that I haven’t given it the attention that it deserves. Probably due to school. 

I just can’t update constantly like others - even though some others in school were and are able to update constantly. I can’t keep going around and holding up my bio of PJ and police people. It’s exhausting to me… it really takes up the small bit of free time I have. 

I think after I get a solid job that I’ll be able to go around better… but anyway - back to your question. 


While I love seeing interpretations and do not want people to be limited by something and have their imaginations go forth… it’s proving that a huge con comes with that mentality - which you have pointed out. A lot of people swear that PJ is the cute, innocent interpretation that really, did get PJ popular in the first place. While I did have him as a jerk from the beginning - I kinda kept that info to my RP blog - so you could say it is my fault this is all happening and I do think that. I could of done something to make it not as bad as it is now… 

It’s just like the NSFW stuff… people just assume the first thing and run with it. And it really does make me feel like I really am not needed for my own character at points. 

It’s a struggle - I don’t want to have people stop interpreting PJ within AUs… but I also don’t want people to just see him as an innocent child to ship with Fresh. 

And I’m still trying to find the best solution to it. 

But… I feel like the damage is already done. It’s too late for me to talk to all of these people going around swearing on their life that PJ is canoncally like Rouge’s interpretation/AUs. It feels like an hopeless battle to me. 

And I guess I needed someone to ask me this question so then I can fully say my thoughts on this. 

So in short, while I love creativity and don’t want to snuff it out (considering some people would probably think I’m doing that already with saying “No Sin”), I still don’t like it. It irritates me, irks me, frustrates me, and I feel like even as the person who thought of PJ in the first place, my voice isn’t enough. Communities seem like they don’t care about artists unless they reach a ‘certain goal of popularity’ or seem like they have a more professional style of art. I know I do not reach either of those titles. 

People misspell my username all the time - I actually claimed ‘7goodangle’ on tumblr for that reason.

People still say “I’m too lazy to find who made PJ” when they clearly mentioned they looked at the bio on the wiki. 

People still go around arguing others on the canon ship of OmniPJ and swearing that FreshPaper is the true canon ship, when all people are pointing out is that they need to keep the canon ship in mind when going around with information.

Even just basic personality traits… and these things are happening on sites that I do not nor want an account for. 

I still want others to have fun - to be happy; but I don’t know… I guess I’m cutting out my own happiness to get everyone else happy? I want to eventually write a version of PJ within his own universe and story… and he is more like the version I created within the UT verse. Not exact - but close. Though who knows… I might shove PJ to the side and replace his role with another character. I’m still weighing options.

Cause PJ was the first character I ever put this much time and thought into… my first character that was balanced, well rounded…

And what happens?

…well.

You said it Anon. 

They took it - changed it (initially as an AU but now people think it’s canon) - and I can’t do much about it. Due to school and not much free-time… due to how many don’t know the true creator… and just back talking anyone who is just mentioning it to people who swear by it. 

As an artist and a character designer…

It makes me not want to show designs, characters, and stories ever again online.

Considering if this is how I was treated on the first one… why even take a chance at a second one? If it has brought me so much stress, frustration, and time… why even try it again?

I said I was only going to do fanart so if anyone stole it, it didn’t really matter. 
I think I should have stuck with that thought process. 

In conclusion, there are some major things to take away here. First – that yes, I do not like how it has skewed this far to the point of arguing over a fandom version with the canon. Canon is canon and I get the different AUs – this is too far. Way too far. I am emotionally drained from this – from this whole mess that I have been defending throughout majority of PJ’s lifespan. I will state this – Paper Jam is my character. He is my original character that I created more than a year ago. And the UT AU fandom took my character and warped him to something he is not and all of his original meaning is lost. I do not like to hurt others or make other sad – but I must put my foot fully down. This miscommunication needs to stop. I am tired of repeating things over and over and I have past my breaking point time and time again. I just want people to see PJ how he really is… and I wish that people could be focusing more on the reality of him instead of the alternate that they all claim as truth.

Final words: I still like Undertale – I still like creating characters and having fun – but the Undertale AU fandom is ridiculous now. The Amino UT community is insanity in an app, and there is a lot of stuff that has made many artists and creators to their breaking point and leaving the fandom entirely. Everyone in this fandom needs to take ten steps back and look at what they are doing. Go back to the game. Play it again – watch your favorite let’s player’s videos of it again. 

And just… food for thought… please don’t jump the gun on someone else’s OC’s personality and actions. 

I do not want anyone to experience what I had.

tattoo artist!jeongguk

a/n: bc ive always thought jeongguk would make an excellent tattoo artist. (also i’ve remade and i’m reposting this on my new blog as the first addition!)

“____, please? I need you to hold my hand, I can’t do this without you,” your best friend pleaded, eyes wide and unblinking and you felt yourself wavering at his terror-filled gaze. You groaned internally as you stared him down, knowing that you would always give in to him.

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Hey you guys! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ I’ve thought of making a part two for my first ficrec and here it is! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed making this ficlist. Have a great time reading all these! Gives you more of a chance to fall in love with Victuuri even more! ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡ As always, read the tags before reading because some might have some triggers, also, don’t forget to leave a kudos for the authors!

Dog People by stillmadaboutpetra

Yuuri thinks his life is progressing nicely. Good job. Nice apartment. Boyfriend? Nevermind: cheating ex boyfriend

His blackout drunken antics attract the young Olympic-gold level skater, Victor Nikiforov, who’s fled from skating in the middle of the season after fainting on the ice.

It all sounds very serendipitous but Yuuri wants nothing to do with men. Victor, desperate and running from his problems, promises that instead of a man, he’ll be Yuuri’s “pet” if that means he can stay with Yuuri for a little, citing that he has nowhere else to turn. Yuuri’s concerned that this shameless man who is willing to sacrifice his dignity so readily will get himself in trouble, so he accepts the offer with second-hand embarrassment.

This gambit lasts for all of two days before Yuuri finds himself teaching an ice skater how to dance off his blades, and Victor starts finding new reasons to stay in Japan.


Panta Rhei by Kashoku

This was a mistake. Viktor needed to somehow pry Yuuri off of him and leave the room immediately. Viktor was drunk, and Yuuri was so far beyond gone that there wasn’t even a word for it. But the alpha in Viktor was having an incredibly difficult time resisting the pungent scent of cherry blossoms and ocean that filled his nose. Viktor snapped.

They had been reckless.


Five Times Katsuki Yuuri Misses and “I love you” (and one time he doesn’t)
 by preciousbunnynoiz

Sometimes an I love you is missed by the person it’s directed at and Yuuri is hardly the most observant of people.


Fiance Tag by kissyuuri (weesynthpixie)

Yuuri knows they were celebrating….something. But he can’t remember what. All he knows is that he was drunk and that he’s going to kill Phichit because chances are Phichit started all of this. And there might have been some video recording?


of course it’s not like in the movies by luni

Yuuri didn’t know what he expected when having sex with Viktor Nikiforov stopped being a teenage fantasy and turned into reality.

One thing is for sure: it’s not like in the movies.


An Aviator’s Heart by Kagami_Sorako

Teenager Yuuri always thought his future would be on the ice. But it changed when one day he finds a dragon egg. Curious he brings it home and soon the dragon hatches and Yuuri finds himself inexplicably drawn to him. After Aoba and him are found out, they have to enter the Dragon Air Force and Yuuri has to proof himself to the other dragon captains, the Air Corps and the whole military, all the while having to care for a way too curious and intelligent dragon.

Eight years later Yuuri is a highly decorated officer and war hero and meets his long lasting Figure Skating Idol Viktor Nikiforov. After a lot of problems and confusion, Viktor and Yuuri grow closer. Everything could be perfect … if it weren’t for an overly possessive and jealous dragon who is not at all pleased at the idea of sharing his beloved captain and aviator with an insolent and ungrateful Figure Skater.


Well This Sucks by mayelisa

Over the past few hundred years, Victor Nikiforov has perfected the art of luring women (and the occasional man) into his arms for an evening of passion and blood lust. But when he targets an unsuspecting college student, he quickly finds out that his antiquated techniques won’t cut it in the modern world and he needs to rethink things.


Nothing Holding Me Back by smolyuuri

They’ve come back from a mission that almost costed Victor’s life. Yuuri is frustrated at Victor for allowing that to happen and gives him a reason to always stay safe.


moonrise by fan_nerd

Prince Katsuki and Crown Prince Nikiforov have been dancing around each other for many seasons. After several moonlit meetings, they finally decide to formalize a union.


all that glitters by fan_nerd

Victor keeps looking at his coach’s lips. He puts a hand to his chest in utter frustration. Yuuri is just so, so unfairly handsome, and this fact is slowly killing him.

Yuuri turns to him, pushing up his glasses and quirking an eyebrow at his Russian student. “What’s wrong?”

I love you desperately, he thinks.

Aloud, Victor says, “Oh, nothing.”


fawning by fan_nerd

Victor is sloppy drunk. Yuri Plisetsky snaps pictures of the silver-haired man unbuttoning his jacket.

“You see that guy?” Victor slurs, hiccuping around a fresh mouthful of champagne. “That’s…that’s the best guy in the world. Do you - mmm - do you think he would say yes if I asked him to dance?” After a pause, he belts out the GPF gold medalist’s name.

Yuuri turns with a tipsy smile.

The Japanese man is so handsome, and Victor, who’s currently wasted, is so screwed.


cover story by fan_nerd

Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, “Who do you think you are, anyways?”

Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, “I’m Victor’s boyfriend.”

It’s a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to take them back.


Paperback by tachyarrhythmia

For Yuuri, managing a quaint, little bookstore in a far-off corner of a small town is everything he could have asked for. He earns well, the folks are not that much interesting, the coffee here is great, he has nice friends and he’s got an endless pile of books.

It’s enough to make him stay, despite the desolate and boring atmosphere; that is until the Newcomer comes along.


Healthy Impropriety by mtothedestiel

Victor is the wealthy master of the Nikiforov estate. At a society party he’s swept off his feet by the mysterious, suave, and very drunk Katsuki Yuuri.

 Victor aims to declare his love and secure Mr. Katsuki’s hand in marriage, but first he has to find him! 


Years of Dreams Just Can’t be Wrong by bisexualnikiforov

buddy it’s the yuri!!! on ice anastasia au that no one asked for but i’m writing anyway


ebony & ivory by wbtrashking (fan_nerd)

Yuuri jumps when someone hurries into the elevator, apologizing profusely.

The apartment complex is full of eccentrics, seeing as it’s only a few miles from the artistic center of town. It isn’t the first time that the concert pianist has run into someone who’s late for work, fussing with their hair, or adjusting the lapels of a suit. Yuuri taps out a rhythm to fill the silence, something original.

When he sees the silver-haired man pull out a notebook, he recognizes the handwriting. Notes had been slipped under his door in that loopy script for weeks now.

This handsome man is his upstairs neighbor.


starstruck by shizuoh

“Hold my son for a moment,” says the Viktor Nikiforov, live in the flesh, sweaty and panting.

“Wha—” Yuuri can’t even begin to comprehend what’s going on before Viktor is gone, and there’s a child in his arms.

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


Dear Mama by Ferrero13

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


Love by Ghost Hunting by FullmetalKarneval13

When Viktor gets into a slump, he meets the beautiful Yuuri at a bed and breakfast while on vacation.

(Basically a ghost hunting AU where ghosts love Viktor, and possessing Yuuri)


Intermission by thepurpleeyedone

Drabble series set between episodes as a kind of intermission. (Hence, the name.) The first one is set between episode 6 and episode 7. Yuri has just put on his first perfect performance, and understandably, he’s a little worn out and stressed. Victor, being the world’s greatest coach, rises to the occasion by providing him with some… distractions.


In the Cold of the Night by impolitecanadian

AU in which Yuuri never skated and instead is a small town cop with no idea who Victor Nikiforov, THE Victor Nikiforov, is until he arrests him for public intoxication. Meanwhile Victor is enamoured, and absolutely plastered.


Like a Fairytale by lucycamui

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

“The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?”

“…Sweet.”

“Well, he does make pastries.“


Moving to New York by moya_lyubov

Artist Yuuri Katsuki lives in New York with his Best Friend Phichit.
After a drunken night out that Yuuri has no memory of, he starts to Paint the most Beautiful man he has ever dreamed of.
Only to realize that not only has he met this man, he has danced and laughed the night away with him.

Billionaire Victor Nikiforov, has made a living in the hotel business, owning the best hotels all around the world. His next one: New York.
Where he and his Best Friend/Business Partner Chris meet a Charming, Flirtatious and Mysterious man on a night out to celebrate the deal.


a Song for Your Heart by KenmaNyan (NarryEm)

It’s not an exaggeration when Yuuri says that he has had his eyes on Viktor ever since the singer debuted with a heartbreaking ballad that broke records at the tender age of 15. Now, with Yuuri at the ripe old age of 23 and Viktor, 27, they meet as talent and manager.


A Week Is Enough by BeautyButterBae

Yuuri asks Victor to become his boyfriend for a week.

Victor agrees.


constellations of me and you by theargonaut

He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.


rekindling by fan_nerd

Victor stands on Yuuri’s doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It’s the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red.

Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is. "What are you doing here?”

He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry.

Victor doesn’t exactly have an answer to that question.


When the Sun Met the Moon by Birdieee

There are two kingdoms in the land. The first is the realm of the sun. It is a place of prosperity and growth, of peace and light. It is the realm of all things bright and beautiful. The second, less desirable kingdom, is the realm of the moon. It is a place of shadows and shrouded velvet, of secrets and hidden truths. The rulers of the two kingdoms are as distant as the stars themselves, yet the invisible thread of fate binds them together. What happens when the sun and the moon fall in love?


Gotta Like, Like Those Humans by Shermanshire

“I am going to like, like a human!” Were the exact words that Yuuri had said as a child. They were also the exact words Yurri kept with him for more than a decade later as a loveless vampire. After thinking his words were nothing more than fantasy Yuuri happens to meet the Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov. Now Yuuri has become a thirsty vampire whom’s human crush maybe even thirstier.


matched by bigspoonnoya

Viktor Nikiforov considers himself an excellent matchmaker, but there’s one love life he can’t seem to get right: his own.


ascent by kevystel

Viktor learns that a full week without Yuuri showing up at Yakov’s, all scraped-wire voice and double shot of whatever you have that helps people think, I have a paper to write and I haven’t slept since Saturday, please Viktor! is a good week for Yuuri. A very good week.

(magical coffeeshop dancer au)


sing, sweet nightingale by vityuu (nanahoney)

Once upon a time is how fairytales start.

Once upon a time would Yuuri’s sister say when he was tucked into bed, balancing a thick book on her knees.

Once upon a time would Victor’s mother say, with his father leaning against her, watching her with soft warmth; a fire one could touch without getting burned.

Once upon a time is how their story started, too.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who breathed life into Victor’s battered heart, surrounded with champagne and flickers of flame in his eyes.

Once upon a time, there was a man who took Yuuri’s breath away, even in the dark.

Once upon a time was different for them both.

But it brought them both exactly where they needed to be.


Tremble by krazyanimegirl

“I’m Yuuri.” Though his stutter was gone his blush wasn’t, which annoyed Viktor to no end. He extended his hand, which Satarou took far too quickly and shook far too long. Now there was definitely a weird feeling bubbling up in his stomach; but it wasn’t pain…it was something that just made Viktor want to wrap his hands around Satarou’s neck and pull his- and pull Yuuri away from him. Because the sight of someone else touching Yuuri, holding him- made Viktor tremble.

It was the unmistakable emotion of jealousy.


Our bodies won’t be the only things battling for dominance by hinatella

Victor is very confused, and, unsurprisingly, very gay.


I’ve got a raging [redacted] and the cause is the sound of your laughter by hinatella

Yuuri is trying to cope with the fact that he has to work with an ex-villain, and here’s a list of ways not to do that.


I can be your devil or your angel, baby by hinatella

Yuuri Katsuki didn’t ask for any of this, and he’s starting to question all of his life choices that lead up to this cursed moment.


Cool Patrol by PandorasBox (AdriannaRhode)

“Well the way I see it, there are two options,” said Phichit, “We can buy booze at the grocery store and go back to someone’s hotel, or we can find a bar and have a few drinks there.”

Yuuri, who had been hovering at the back of the group, seemed to perk up at the idea of drinks.

“Why not both?”

(A companion piece to “The Yuri Katsuki Support Group”)


The Yuri Katsuki Support Group by PandorasBox (AdriannaRhode)

yuri katsudon: UNLESS I AM VERY MUCH MISTAKEN
yuri katsudon: WHICH IS NOT OUT OF THE QUESTION AT THIS POINT
yuri katsudon: VICTOR NIKIFOROV IS ALSEEP ON MY FLOOR

(aka The Entire First Season of Yuri!!! On Ice as told by The Great Figure Skating Group Chat)


The Devil Wears Gucci by Multiple_Universes

Christophe Giacometti watched the new interviewee walk out of Victor’s office. Everything about him was wrong from the clothes and the haircut to his general attitude and walk. At the same time there was something naïve about him and Chris was prepared to bet that he’d just graduated from college. “Who is that sad little person?” he asked Victor. “Are we doing a before and after piece I don’t know about?”


good morning, you by forev

He looks into the mirror, and almost faints. Almost straight up passes the fuck out.
Because there, staring back at him, is Victor mother-effing Nikiforov. He feels like he might die.

-

or; there can never be enough bodyswap fics, so here’s another


Put the Cameras away! by JackalopeQueen

Viktor didn’t like this he didn’t like this one bit. But this was his mate’s decision after all and whatever his beautiful mate wanted he got.


Long Night by thicctor-nikiforov (trashbambi)

Viktor made his way back to his bed after a midnight trip to the bathroom, he was stopped in the hall outside his room by the sound of a faint moan floating through the closed door to Yuuri’s. His thin brows furrowed and he moved closer to the door, thinking Yuuri might be in pain from overworking himself during practice that day.


vanity plate by KatsukiYuurisTrophyHusband (spookyfoot)

Victor turns, frowns at the license plate, and murmurs,“maybe I went too subtle.”

But he rallies and looks at Yuuri, so smug that Yuuri wants to kiss it off his face, “and you said,“ Victor affects a voice that sounds like Yuuri’s second cousin who’s eaten too many chili peppers, “‘Vitya, you’ve never been subtle in your life.’”

Yuuri crosses his arms in front of his chest, unimpressed, “there’s subtle and then there’s incomprehensibly cryptic.”

Victor is undeterred, “Yurio will get it. He uses Instagram.”

//

“What the fuck does that say?” Yurio growls.

Victor pouts, "does no one appreciate genius anymore?”

“No one appreciates you, there’s a difference.”
______________

Or: No one understands Victor’s new license plate.


with a love this deep by lazulisong for kevystel

There’s two types of dates Victor and Yuri go on in St. Petersburg. Yuri likes them both.


you’re like heaven to touch by lazulisong

“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”

Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “'Let’ me?” he says.


in any place you’ll allow by lazulisong for dadvans

Yuri’s in preheat and Victor is going crazy. More crazy.


made from love by alykapedia

“Then just stop trying to make a baby when you have sex!”

Yurio finally screams, a month after Yuuri’s third heat off contraceptives and the pregnancy test comes out negative.

“Maybe the baby’s having performance anxiety with all the pressure you idiots are putting on it! Just have sex like you normally do and maybe you can finally get knocked up!”

(Or: In which a certain percentage of baby acquisitions are not at all accidental.)


Of Drunken Viktors and Lost Umbrellas by annabeth for shadesofhades

Yuuri and a drunk Viktor walking under the same umbrella in the rain.


Toe the Line by forochel

Yuuri wears a dress, steps on Viktor, gets done just right.

*

The other, however, Yuuri has free — eyes still locked with Viktor’s, he shifts his weight, lifts his free foot. Lets the punched out gasp Viktor relinquishes go straight to the pooling heat in his groin and low in his spine, when he sets his foot delicately to the bulge stretching the fine silk of Viktor’s dress pants.


Cold by JoeyChanSan

Despite having been living in Hasetsu with Yuuri for several months already, it wasn’t the first time the russian skater found himself staring outside the window of his bedroom comparing his native country’s weather to Japan’s.


The Boy and the Knight by Yuripaws

Ser Viktor Nikiforov would never notice a lowly squire like Yuuri Katsuki.

Knight/Medieval AU

Alternately Titled: I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But I Sure Do Enjoy Game Of Thrones


Quite The Exquisite Creature by wildenessat221b

Lord Feltsman’s gatherings were always despairingly dull.

Well… Mostly.


What Friends Are For by Trickster_Angel

Yuuri and Phichit don’t normally swear. But college life makes the word ‘fuck’ just so fucking relevant. Not to mention, it’s hard to be a normal college student when you’re a world class figure skater with an obvious crush that all your friends know about and make fun of you for. That just makes it twice as fucking fun.
Seven times Yuuri and Phichit made each other swear plus two times they made others swear.


256 Allan Hall by Lukesnotpunk

“So how did Georgi meet this girl?” Yuuri found himself asking. Victor immediately groaned, and Yuuri felt bad for asking.
“They literally met on move in day, and she lives on the first floor! They’re acting like they’re so in love that they have to spend every moment together, and it has to be in our room because her roommate is ‘evil’ but come on, man. Calm down,” Victor complained, wildly gesturing with his hands to show his annoyance. Yuuri laughed at the way that Victor was completely over exaggerating his movements, and Victor smiled at him. Yuuri had to push thoughts of how beautiful Victor was from his mind again, though it seemed at this point to be a losing battle.

Or, Phichit and Yuuri live down the hall from Victor and Georgi, and Georgi keeps kicking out Victor to “hang out” with his new girlfriend. And maybe Yuuri thinks Victor is pretty cute, but he isn’t going to tell him or anything, no, that would make things weird. Right?


Beautiful by ipona

Yuuri Katsuki lives in the same apartment building as The Most Beautiful Man in the World, but somehow he only manages to run into him when he’s a complete mess.

AU where they’re not ice skaters, basically just a story of Yuuri and Viktor falling in love.


La Rambla Beneath the Moon by themaelstromwrites

“Viktor gapes in wonder at the sight of his fiancé moving without inhibition, not out of inebriated unrestraint but as though caught up in the passion of the art. Yuuri is creating music with his body in a way Viktor could never have imagined. He steps forward, past the line of onlookers, starstruck by the raw emotion of this performance as it spontaneously becomes. Yuuri glimpses him, and lights up with the most radiant smile Viktor has ever seen, and Yuuri pulls him into the center of the circle before drawing back and bidding that he chase –”

Or, what happens in Barcelona the night of the Grand Prix Final.


You Set My Heart on Fire by whelvenwings

Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate’s skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he’s trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov… well, it seems slightly less than fortunate. Yuuri can’t help but feel self-conscious. So self-conscious, in fact, that he’s never even shown Viktor his face, never let Viktor hear his voice. The only way that they’ve spoken is through ink, writing message after message to each other on their skin - but that’s all about to change. 


The Song Inside of Me by cutthroatpixie

After years of playing and composing, Viktor ends up halfway around the world in search of inspiration. Perhaps the missing piece he needs isn’t too far from where he ends up.


Maybe Baby. by IllyasJames

Yuuri always gets a few extra pounds in the off season and since he knows Victor don’t really mind he’s less conscious about it. Still there are days Victor sees Yuuri rub his hand over his stomach as if he’s not happy with it.
He just never thought the reason could be what it is.

This is not a A/B/O story, this is canon continued.


Phallus by rosesandmoredance for all_those_big_ass_trees

Based on a true story friends. Viktor is an extra millionaire and loves art. He loves to show off his art. And uh, Mayor Feltsman is not impressed.


of paperback novels and several loud screeching noises by katsusin

Yuuri Katsuki: lonely bookstore owner

Victor Nikiforov: lonely author.

Phichit Chulanont: everybody’s favorite meddling best friend.


Setting Sun by LittleLostStar

Canon-divergent AU. Just before he skates at the Hot Springs On Ice, Yuuri receives a photo of his drunken GPF banquet antics; consumed with humiliation over a night he can’t remember, he loses the competition. Victor goes back to Russia with Yurio, and Yakov comes to train Yuuri in Japan. One night, frustrated and miserable, Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram—and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics that seem to be a reply.

With the world watching their every move, Victor and Yuuri begin trading lyrics in a secret conversation; from playful rivalry to intense seduction, through Savage Garden and San Fermin, their virtual affair unfolds, hidden in plain sight. But the Grand Prix approaches, bringing with it newfound opportunities for Yuuri’s career, and his new life hinges on two things: winning the gold, and staying away from Victor.


i feel we’re close enough (i wanna lock in your love) by JMonCheri

Viktor is having an existential crisis.

So what does he do? He makes three promises:

1.) To never let his superhero life get in the way of his personal one

2.) To try and get him and Yuuri together, even if Viktor’s balls turn nonexistent whenever he tries to tell Yuuri that he likes him

3.) To never let his guard down around his rival superhero, Eros

Surprise surprise, Viktor breaks all three of them.


A Lifetime to Perfect by BrinThePuffling

Yuuri dreamed of meeting his soulmate for as long as he could remember. Imagined a grand romantic fairytale. Life, he learns, is rarely like dreams.


No Sound Sweeter Than Your Laughter by BrinThePuffling

Meeting your soulmate was supposed to be effortless. Soulmarks made it easier than ever to find the one (or ones) you were destined to be with. If only soulmarks could do anything to prevent misunderstandings.


The Two Mr. Nikiforovs by bratinella

Secrets are normal in Viktor’s opinion. Yuuri shares his sentiments. Everyone has secrets they keep from others and he knows even Yuuri has some just as Viktor has. He is very grateful to have trust and understanding between them and Viktor allows his husband to maintain his privacy just as Yuuri gives Viktor his own.

Which lies in the problem.


A Sudden Drop by preciousbunnynoiz

Even with couples who communicate well accidents can occur.

Basically Victor and Yuri fuck up and Yuri ends up dealing with subdrop

Mentions of smut but this is mostly exploring the side of BDSM that involves communicating with your partner away from sexual situations. Especially when things go wrong.


Beg For It by softpureboy

Yuuri has a sinful daddy kink and likes to torture Victor.


Soothing the Savage Beast by preciousbunnynoiz

Victor is in a foul mood and being an asshole to everyone. Yuuri isn’t upset so much as concerned until he figures out why. So he take Victor home to burn off some tension. 


be the hitch in your breath by alykapedia

The smart and responsible thing to do is to shake his head and say no. Send out a few messages to let people know that Viktor’s in his rut and they won’t be making it to practice any time soon, make sure they have supplies to last a week or so, and maybe ask Yurio to come over and get Makkachin.

But Yuuri does none of that because he’s kind of an idiot when it comes to Viktor.


Apartment by c000kiesandcream

Suddenly, his eyes darted sideways, and they latched onto Yuuri’s. He smiled, softly, and raised his voice slightly to introduce himself.

And Yuuri could not muster the courage to say a single word.


Stimulating Conversation by threerings

Yuuri is determined to get to the bottom of why Victor keeps flirting with him. This leads to a conversation. With alcohol.

“Besides,” said Victor. “Maybe if I get you drunk I can learn some of your secrets.”

Yuuri coughed as he swallowed. “My secrets?”

 “Yes. The secrets of the mysterious Katsuki Yuuri, enigma of the figure skating world.” Yuuri nearly choked again at that.

He laughed and shook his head. “You don’t need to make fun of me.”

 “What? You are an enigma.”

 “Sure.”

 “I’m not joking,” Victor assured. “No one really knows what to make of you, Yuuri. You’re so quiet most of the time and then other times…” Yuuri just looked at the other man as he trailed off. He shook his head and reached to pour them both more sake.


Seemingly Purrfect by IllyasJames

Some people snore, some people talk in their sleep, some people reenact fight scenes, and apparently some people can purr, when they are asleep.
This leaves the one awake wondering if they should pet them or not. At least that is what Victor would love to do if not for the fact Yuuri is snuggled way tighter than is good for his mood, and he’s scared he might wake him.


Michigan Weather (Isn’t so Bad) by esutonia

“Good morning, I’m Victor Nikiforov, here with your daily forecast. It’s shaping up to be a chilly day of yet another volatile week, let’s take a look at our satellite radar. Hamburg at 14, Ann Arbor at 16, Essex at 10—”

His voice (oh God, even his voice sounds like an angel’s) worms its way into Yuuri’s head, and he wonders what his regular voice sounds like, what it’d sound like in the—

“You’re thirsty for the weatherman, aren’t you?” Phichit waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “I don’t suppose I deserve a thank you?”


Komorebi by cosmiceleste

They’re in each others arms when Yuuri looks up at Viktor and smiles, nuzzling closer to his chest and asking himself how he became so lucky to be with him.

Viktor asks himself the same thing.


Baby Blue Prince by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia)

When Viktor Nikiforov met Yuuri, he didn’t know that cute guy with awful baby blue tie was actually a real life prince. The one with titles and such.

The Modern Royalty AU with Yuuri as Prince Cinnamon Roll.


All Eyes on Me by Kizuna_Auri

Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.


over and over by Ceta

Hours later - Victor belatedly remembered that there was such a thing as time zones when he woke up to his phone vibrating by his ear - Yuuri sent back Hello(〃・ω・〃)

Victor read the text, stared, then buried his face into one of the couch pillows for all of four seconds before he fumbled with his phone and texted back.

Or; Victor meets Yuuri in a bathroom. They hit it off from there.


not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot

“Victor, you could have let some psychopath into your apartment.”

“Oh come on, he’s not a psychopath,” Victor chides. Christophe makes a gesture with his hand that says ‘are you seriously this naïve or are you drunk at work again?’.

“Victor, you don’t know that. You don’t know anything about him. Whose name am I going to give to the police or face I’m going to describe to the sketch artist when they find your body chopped up like Hannibal Lecter’s side dish?”

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


Red by Maiden_of_the_Moon

Dressed in little more than black gossamer, Eros had poised himself inside of his dressing room’s doorframe with a tube of lipstick between his painted fingers, the makeup’s ruddy tip already conformed to his lower lip. It was like watching the Cheshire reappear, one swipe of his smile at a time. He purred, Do you think, Mister Nikiforov, that if I tried very hard, I could make you redder than Russian Red’s namesake?


Sleep Deprivation by domokunrainbowkinz

Yuuri is very sleep deprived and his filter disappears. The silver-haired stranger with a cute dog finds it endearing.


Offer Me That Deathless Death by marihy

Yuuri was just trying to be a gentleman by walking the red-haired woman home.

He hadn’t meant to get whisked away by the top members of the Russian Mafia, he definitely hadn’t meant to get two of the most powerful men in the world trying to kill him, and he definitely definitely hadn’t meant to seduce the pakhan.

But now that he’s in this mess, he’s going to fight to the finish.


something so wholesome about you by crossroadswrite

It was supposed to be his year. He was supposed to-

Celestino stops talking and squeezes his shoulder. Yuuri looks up at him, opens his mouth to say something when someone says his name.

He freezes, holds his breath for a full second against the painfully familiar voice, not daring to hope. Then, very slowly, he turns towards the source, eyes going wide with disbelieve.

“Mari?”

(Or: in which Vicchan lives, Yuuri doesn’t quite fail and doesn’t quite get drunk, but manages to accidentally woo Victor Nikiforov anyway.)


For Future Reference by dia_dove

Anon asked:request: victor taking pictures/recording Yuri during their sexy time so that he can have them when he’s away.


When Life Gives You Lemons, Add Sugar by shereadsthestars

What could possibly be worse than getting stuck with a roommate you weren’t expecting?

Discovering that roommate is none other than Viktor f*cking Nikiforov.


To Boldly Go by xylophones

“Yuuri!” Viktor calls. “I’ve come to rescue you!”
Yuuri stares at him blankly. He gestures to the various unconscious space pirates with his recently discharged phaser.
“Oh, Captain,” he deadpans. “Save me.”

Or:

A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

(No prior Star Trek knowledge needed! It’s a loose AU!)


My Name On Your Lips by feelslikefire

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King’s son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he’s forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he’s been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn’t have other ideas.


The Return of the Little Piggy by JMonCheri

Everybody had their regrets in college.

For the students, it was making fun of Katsuki Yuuri.

For Yuuri, it was letting himself become too stupid.

For Viktor, it was not doing anything.

_-_

Once there was a boy named Katsuki Yuuri, who was shy, loved to make clothes, had adorable smiles and was fatter than the usual average human being. Unfortunately for him, apparently being chubby wasn’t all that accepted in the norm back then. After numerous accounts of bullying, Katsuki Yuuri disappears for good.

Now years later, there is now a man only known as Y.K. Fashion tyrant, multimillionaire, professional cold-stare giver… and is trying his ultimate best to run away from his dark past, until a certain silver haired CEO of a certain rival company who went to the same certain college he went to back then decides to flat out entangle their fates together. Do both of them have anything to say for it? Sadly, no. No they don’t.


will you go to prom with me? by thishasbeencary

Viktor’s promposal for Yuuri had to be perfect. He knew Yuuri, though, and he knew that it couldn’t be extravagantly over the top, but it also couldn’t be a stereotype he pulled off of Google. It was harder than he expected it to be.
Also known as: Five ways Viktor considered promposing to Yuuri and one way he didn’t.


Private Show by moimiles

Chris had dragged Victor to an insane amount of strip clubs over the years, but that didn’t mean Victor expected to fall in love with a stripper.


Leather and Lazy Mornings by kiaronna

“Hey,” says Yuri Plisetsky, “you do realize that guy you’re throwing your tack box at doesn’t work here, right?”

“What do you mean?” Viktor questions. “He always grooms Makkachin for me, if Yakov demands I do something else and I don’t have time.”

“Your horses are smarter than both of you put together.”

Where Viktor is the reigning champion of English showmanship, but mostly just has a crush on the cute guy he always sees around the stables.


Baby, I’m Preying on You Tonight by cuttlemefish

Yuuri and Phichit registered and named the pet shop when they were drunk. They didn’t exactly expect it to become the most popular pet shop in Seattle. (It was only supposed to be a front to fund Phichit’s (undercover) animal rescue missions.) Enter Viktor Nikiforov, the man with the pink Cadillac and the giant brown poodle (that’s stolen Yuuri’s heart), and Yuuri might have lost his mind, because apparently he keeps flirting with a client – and he never even notices.


across our skin by thishasbeencary

When you’re born, you have the first words your soulmate says to you on your arm. When they say them to you, they turn red and you get another set of words that change your relationship with your soulmate. Viktor’s first set is in Japanese and he doesn’t understand, but the second is “Be my coach, Viktor”.

He has the second set for 10 years before he finally hears them.


anarchy for sale! t-shirts only ten dollars by KatsukiYuurisTrophyHusband (spookyfoot)

Because the universe is somehow both cruel and indifferent, Yuuri sees Victor again two days later in the lobby of his ballet studio. He’s just finished his advanced pointe workshop. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, he’s painted with a full body flush, and he’s wearing a shirt Phichit custom ordered that says “Tastier Than Katsudon” in screaming neon orange.

“Hi Yuuri!” Victor’s beaming and blocking his only exit.
____________

A falling-in-love story told through questionable t-shirts.


Reasons Yuuri Katsuki Doesn’t Get Paid Enough by SkeletonKey

1. Having to yell at kids for skating like idiots
2. Explaining to parents of said kids why they were kicked off the ice
3. The horrifying smell of Phichit’s feet
4. Victor Nikiforov almost decapitating a 12 year old

In which Yuuri works as an Ice Guard with Phichit, and Victor is the stupidly attractive figure skater who tries to practice flying camels in the middle of crowded public sessions.


Welcome to Detroit Dental and Orthodontics by stanzas

Victor stops the car, turns off the engine, and Yuri rolls out the car with the attitude of every slightly inconvenienced teenager. Yuri flips his shades up, stares in disbelief at the sign in front of the well-manicured lawn squished between two old barber shops: DETROIT DENTAL AND ORTHODONTICS.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says.

Or: Victor has a crush on his favorite shy, attractive dentist, and Yuri suffers.


Hurricane by yintsunami

“Yuuri was a hurricane: beautiful and destructive. He swept Viktor (and arguably half the skating world) off their feet and destroyed the ball room in the process. Reuniting with Yuuri had been… confusing. He was that anxious person once again. He was still beautiful, but less like a hurricane. He was timid comparatively.

Submissive.

Viktor had been very very wrong in that regard.”


The Game Has Only Just Begun by Seito

“Yuuri~! I’m home!”

Silence.

Victor blinked, before his blood grew cold. The box of chocolates fell out of his hands. He reached for phone, hitting speed dial.

There pinned to the wall was piece of Yuuri’s favorite jacket held in place by a knife. The gleam of moonlight reflected off the golden ring, Yuuri’s engagement ring tied to the end of the fabric. Cut into the wall, letters jagged and crooked, a note: 'We have your fiancée, Agent King.’

-.-.-

Or the Spy!AU no one asked for


Blue Roses and Golden Apples by RedxLipstick

After a whirlwind night Victor is sure he’s found his mate in one Yuuri Katsuki. But Yuuri doesn’t remember any of this? Worse still-how can Victor control his every alpha instinct screaming at him to claim his omega?

This story covers Victor and Yuuri meeting at the GPF banquet through the canon timeline, and beyond!


Cup of Tea by IllyasJames

The photographer sets the Danseur up for a blind date with one of his models.

Yuuri loves Phichit, really he does. It’s just that he rather just not be personal around people. So dates are just not his cup of things. Crushes, now those he can do. He kinda has had several.
And if all of them in one way or another resemble his first one, just means he has a type.


Proper Checkups and Physicals by PrussianVenom

Viktor makes good on his promise to “treat” Yuuri to a personal “nurse”


Stay by pensversusswords

Of all the ways the night could have ended, Yuuri would have never guessed that he would be in Prince Viktor’s bed with his royal highness asleep in his arms.


Whatever You Want by TreacherousGnome

Viktor had kissed him for all the world to see, but Yuuri can’t even work up the nerve to talk about it afterwards. He can’t put into words how badly he wants more; he can barely admit it to himself. It’s a good thing Viktor knows *just* how to build up his confidence.


Third time’s a charm by halesiias

When Victor falls in love, he falls faster than poor Alice down her rabbit hole, and this time without a miracle cake to solve all his issues.


What is, and what could be by kaizuka

A look into first meetings and second chances. Nothing will ever happen if you don’t at least try, starting off with a simple “hi”.


Espresso by withoutwingsx

Prompt- You kicked two guys out for being rude but turns out they were a couple and now everyone including your crush thinks you’re homophobic but you’re actually 100% homosexual
aka
Yuuri was not dealing with this shit today.


look into your eyes [and the sky’s the limit] by aeriamamaduck

Yuuri found himself ignoring the television, hyper-aware of his hand finding its way to the top of Victor’s thigh. He gave a slight press into the hard muscle, slowly making his way to Victor’s knee in a light stroke.

A long-fingered hand gracefully covered his, smooth and playful as they interlocked. “Oh right! It’s our day off tomorrow, isn’t it?”

He said it like it was a huge surprise. “Don’t act like you weren’t thinking about it,” Yuuri muttered, face reddening deeper even as his gut grew warm with anticipation, and his cheek still pressed against Victor’s shoulder.


an ever-fixed mark by TrumpetGeek

Yuuri is absolutely gorgeous. Viktor could write poems about the soft pink that paints his cheeks and nose. He could pen lyrics about the slope of Yuuri’s smile and the way he bites his lip to try to keep the laughter inside. The sparkle in Yuuri’s eyes would be enough to give hope to even the most lovelorn soul. The warmth of Yuuri’s body pressed against his and the bubbling heat of the feelings he induces in Viktor would be more than enough protection from even the harshest of Russian winters.

Yuuri laughs again and ducks his head, embarrassed, and Viktor covers his mouth with his hand because he thinks he may have said some of that out loud. Oops.


Wishin’ and Hopin’ by darlingholocene

“I know as well as you do that you’re a big romantic at heart, or you wouldn’t be the most requested wedding planner in New York City. Maybe it’s time you give the City a chance”.

Or, the one where Victor organizes weddings for a living but has never been in love, Katsuki Yuuri is a very stressed best man of honor, Chris wants Victor to pull a Jennifer Lopez and Yurio would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.


Unconventional by so_shhy

After freezing up in front of his idol at a comic con panel, Yuuri decides that he needs an awful lot of alcohol to get over the embarrassment. It is a decision he will regret.

The fandom AU I can’t believe I wrote, featuring movie star!Victor Nikiforov and fanfic author!Yuuri Katsuki.


Sonnet 116 by violetlolitapop

“Canst thou, o cruel! Say I love thee not,” Victor says with a deep, resigned sigh. “Do I not think on thee, when I forgot am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?”

“You are one of the biggest pushovers for this boy I have ever seen,” Mila comments from her seat next to him without even looking up from her clipboard.

Or:

In which the principal actor of the Shakespearean Cabaret theater troupe is ridiculously head-over-heels in love with their oblivious new cast member and everyone schemes to make his life hell.


Once You Go Greek by Defiant-Dreams (baterina_1234)

1) Go for what you want.

2) Make use of what you have.

3) Everyone in Alpha Kappa Omega is an asshole.

And then he meets Yuuri Katsuki. The more he gets to know Yuuri, the more Viktor finds that he’s no longer sure what he wants anymore and that might make him lose the best thing he’s ever had.

Or:

A fraternity fic wherein Yuuri and Viktor are in rival frats, but they fall in love anyway.


Past Present and Future by Inu_Sensei

Viktor picked up the twins and looked at the woman, “You look beautiful as ever” he said without thinking.

“T-thank you” she looked down… uhm… can I get my kids back?”

“You share the kids you know” Yakov panting behind her, “Stubbornness from their father and your stamina, not a good mix” said Yakov.


Turmoil. by IllyasJames

From all the things this was the last thing either Yuuri or Victor ever thought they’d argue about. They just can’t seem to get to a good middle ground on it unsettling all the other Russian skaters with their bickering.

But honestly, until the Russians find out what it was about they have some opinions of their own.


Confessions Behind these Bruises by Gayson

The leader of the Russian Mafia could be described in many ways. Of course to the public’s eye, Viktor Nikiforov was nothing short of perfection. Tall, rich, powerful, charming, and unbelievably handsome. He knew this fact very well, using this to his advantage at getting anybody he wanted whenever he wanted.

That is until Yuuri Katsuki caused him to fall flat on his butt and make him rethink everything he’s ever known.

Introducing the mafia AU nobody asked for about how a cocky self reliant bachelor falls incredibly in love with the adorable sassy dancing protégée of Lilia- Yuuri Katsuki.


Out of the Sea by SophiaFrederica

“Someone needs to make sure that you don’t go lusting after him too hard and accidentally enchant him with your beautiful voice and get him drowned. The royal family of Russia has no heir at the moment, so it would definitely drive the country into a chaos, and then it would be no use trying to make an alliance with them.”

“Phichit!”

aka The Little Mermaid AU no one asked for. This one is based on the Disney version, because anyone who has read the original fairy tale knows it doesn’t end happily.


Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by kiaronna

Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans.
“I’ve been made aware of your recent break with Celestino Cialdini, and would like to offer you a trial period where you train under me, in St. Petersburg. There are only three conditions: you will board with another one of my students, you will take ballet with Madame Baranovskaya, and you will help me coach Yuri Plisetsky, who refuses to listen to my criticisms of his spins.” Yakov nods at this point, leans forwards and looks Yuuri in the eye. “I will charge no coaching fees.” With a deal like that, even if it means he has to face Viktor again, Yuuri has no choice but to agree.


#Katsudamn by lucycamui

Victor surprises Yuuri with a trip to an adult store and gets a little more than he bargained for. Or maybe that was the plan all along.

“The colors match our Stammi Vicino costumes!” Victor’s eyes positively sparkled. Meanwhile, his hands held two packaged, decently-sized, ribbed, purple and blue vibrators. With gold rings around the hilts, presumably where they would untwist to replace the batteries.

“You knew this wasn’t a toy store,” Yuuri accused flatly.

“Well, technically, it is a toy store.”


The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird

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

That’s a long story.


How Long Does It Take To Fall In Love? by orangelapin

Yuri Katsuki never wanted to meet his idol. He couldn’t imagine Prince Victor ever caring about a lowly college student. Yuri’s also pretty sure he’d screw up everything if he ever met Prince Victor and he’d like to save himself the embarrassment. Unfortunately for Yuri, he’s going to lose his dignity and his shirt in very short order after meeting the prince.


Aftermath by IllyasJames

Getting drunk at an after-party at work did not look like a bad thing at first. Yuuri had hoped it would have gotten him to talk to some of his co-workers as normally he’s too shy.
He should have known that getting drunk at an after-party would get him into trouble.
There was no way he could have seen this train wreck coming though.


See You Next by rougeandtonic

Yuuri realizes that he’ll sabotage Victor’s career if he asks him to coach and compete at the same time. This leads to a standoff of ultimatums over who will skate and who won’t.

A standoff that ends with Victor in St Petersburg and Yuuri half a world away.

Or,

In which Yuuri needs to learn to listen and Victor needs to learn to speak.


A Fateful Encounter by BuryTheCastle

Yuuri wasn’t that short. If anything, he was an average height. No, it was the grocery store’s fault. With the store so understaffed and the shelves so poorly stocked, how can anyone reach anything? At least, Yuuri can say something good came out of his ordeal. After all, he had quite a fateful encounter.


to keep you warm by karasunotsubasa

How do you love someone who you can’t touch? Simple – with a force of burning fire, enough to melt your heart.

-
or the fic where Victor is the Witch of the North and Yuuri is the principal apprentice of the Rising Sun and they can’t be around each other without someone getting hurt
(it’s Victor, it’s always Victor)


So this is it for now, I guess? I still have a whole bunch more and I’ll update this I promise! I hope you enjoy this and have a nice day! x

Just Tattoo of Us

A/N: Well, hello there. It’s been a while. This request has been sitting in my inbox for decades and I’ve only just found the motivation, inspiration, and dedication to write this up. What in damnation. This one… It’s not my favourite, let’s just put it that way. And also, I’ve made Harley seem like such a bimbo in this so I apologise, it was just a writing technique to create a contrast. But anyways, this was fun to write, taking some inspiration from my muse in my RP’s, thank you very much, @thekrazykeke and @i-got-that-smilex my darlings, I love you. So enjoy this one, my loves, and I’ll see you next time x.

Request: Hi! If you’re still doing requests could you do one where the reader is Mr. J’s tattoo artist, the only one he hasn’t killed. Maybe have a jealous Harley in it.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight (sexual) violence i.e. choking, sexual references, light dirty talk, Cheater!Joker, Jealous!Harley

Word count: 2,166

Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character) /  Joker x Harley

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again


          The bell dinged, signifying yet another customer entering the already crowded tattoo studio. Mind you, it was a Saturday at 1:19pm in the middle of a busy city - Gotham; to be exact.

City of Crime.

Has a ring to it.

Even though the dangerous city had quite the crude reputation to be… crooked, let’s say, she loved living in it. It was just something about living life on the edge - never really knowing whether the next day would be her last - that excited her and she couldn’t get enough of the rush that came with it.

Though of course, the perks also came with a few disadvantages, that many would say would be a little too colossal of a problem and would turn them away from moving to the crime-ridden town.

You know, just a tad of a turn-off.

She had run into - well, saw at the corner of a street and then swivelled in the other direction as fast as she could - many a criminal during her occasional strolls through the underworld.

Don’t take a midnight stroll on the wrong side of town, I’m telling you. It’s not a good idea.

There was one special occasion, however.

Meeting the one, the only, the infamous, Joker: Clown Prince of Crime - the ‘Jester of Genocide’, if you will - under the pale moonlight oddly drew her being towards him in some sort of way. Which way that was, she didn’t know herself yet. Maybe curiosity, maybe incredulity, maybe attraction, but she was certainly intrigued by the acid-washed man.

Now, the woman wasn’t an idiot, nor ignorant, at that. She had acknowledged the presence of his partner in crime - his Harley Quinn - nevertheless, she persisted in trying to get into his circle of trust, to be his friend, in an obscure form.

You would think being his tattoo artist wouldn’t get her very far, huh?

She was the only tattoo artist within a 3 mile radius of his unknown location in which he and Harley lived.

I wasn’t kidding when I said the tattoo studio was crowded. How much do you wanna bet getting a micro-sized rose on your ankle is? Joker made sure she was earning as much as your standard lawyer or doctor in the city by taking the liberty to act on some pretty drastic measures.

Basically, he execute every other tattoo artist in the general area, to put it simply.

How sweet.

But as one can imagine, his significant other would be slightly suspicious, and that was to be expected when your man paid special and notable attention to another woman. Yes, jealously wasn’t exactly an aspired trait in a normal relationship. But anyone who knew about them and their past knew that Harley Quinn and her Joker were anything but ordinary.

Jumping into a VAT full of bubbling acid to prove your love for a psychopath who manipulated you?

No thank you.

Although, with saying that, the adrenaline-addicted tattoo artist from a family background was seemingly willing to do anything and everything but.

“I was thinking about a new lip tattoo, whaddya think?” A deep yet velvety voice broke her from her trance and snapped her back to reality where she noticed she had just been staring out of the recently cleaned, sparkling window, wielding a tattoo pen that was still whirring from inscribing her art onto her last customer - she had forgotten to turn the machine off before spacing out.

Quickly switching the it off, she swallowed before looking up at the blindingly green-haired man standing in front of the mirror and pulling at his bottom lip, inspecting.

“Well if you want it to say "P U S S Y”, count me out.“ She retorted with a quick wit, something she never really understood if it was a gift or a curse. Her sharp tongue usually got her into some hefty trouble more than a few times. But hey, she was comical.

Her comment earned a chuckle from him which in turn made her smile to herself. Making him laugh was always a daily mission for her. To see him smile because of what she did or said was always an achievement.

"That’s why I like you, doll. You always have some sarcastic remark. It’s refreshing. Hearing the words "yes, Daddy” and “play with me, Daddy” from Harls everyday gets repetitive over time.“ He sauntered over after checking himself once over in the mirror - vain bastard - and sat on the extended tattoo couch, now level with her, as she had been sitting in her spinny chair, whilst she discarded of her old rubber gloves and put on a new pair, the sound of the material smacking against her skin as she pulled on them.

"Oh, I’m sure it must be very tiring to have kinky sex on the daily, J.” She rolled her eyes as she used his nickname that only certain people were allowed to call him. He normally only allowed others to refer to him as “Joker” or “Mister J”. She snickered at the glare he gave her before continuing, not adhering the warning. “I’m serious! Ya gotta use the handcuffs, the ropes, the ice, the foreplay, the whips… I would imagine fucking your tailor-made girlfriend who obeys your every command would be absolutely tedious.”

His hands were around her throat and squeezing within seconds after she had finished her sentence, making her stand up with him and letting him push her back into the wall with a thump, a constricted grunt of slight pain resounding from her closed throat. Her doe eyes looked up and met his narrowed ones with only a few inches between them.

“I don’t think you want to know just how interesting I can really be with my toys, doll-face, so I suggest you shut up about my sex life unless you want me to prove to you that you’re wrong.” His threat was laced with a presence of sexual tension. The sensation of his fingers around her neck and his breath fanning her face with seducing threats that came with his body mere centimetres away from hers almost made her knees buckle from underneath her and she had to stop herself from releasing an audible moan of desperation and anticipation from thinking about what he could do to her right then and there.

The two of them must’ve stayed in that position - staring each other down with nothing but their laboured breaths filling the room - for a solid five or so minutes until the door to the room slammed wide open and a bustling bleached-blonde skipped in, the sound of her heels tapping against the floorboards jolting the woman held against the wall back to life and she tried pulling away, but to no avail. Keeping his grip tight, but not tight enough to cut off the airways, he continued to gaze intently into her eyes. His glazed over with a fire burning deep inside of him that he didn’t conjure with his girlfriend any longer.

“Puddin’?…” A mixed tone of anger, disappointment, and rejection was detectable from Harley as the nickname for her lover spewed from her red lips. Walking into a secluded room to see the man she loved with a woman she had already been jealous of, in a position she thought was only reserved for her in the bedroom, brung out the worst in her as she felt the rage bubbling up inside at an increasing rate. Ready to pounce at the bitch trying to steal her boyfriend, she was stopped by the voice she had fallen in love with.

“Harley, sweetums, I want you to go home and be ready for me for when I get back, okay? Daddy’s going to get a new tattoo and I was just in the middle of telling our artist here exactly what I want. Detail… by… detail.” The reply had a sickly sweet underlay to it which, to any typical person, could’ve been easily picked up on and scoffed at - something she almost did - but to Harley, blinded by her emotions towards the criminal, it was just another demand for sex which she gladly complied to every time. She looked past everything she had just witnessed only minutes ago after hearing the pet name she had been called, convincing herself that the man dangerously close to a woman that wasn’t her, still loved her in his own way.

“Alright, Daddy, but don’t be long. I’ll be waiting…” An exaggerated grin, accompanied by a giggle, was sent in his direction before she turned on her heel and walked through the doorway, shutting the door with a click after her.

Shoving his body off of her, the trained tattoo artist dramatically gagged and stuck her forefinger inside her mouth. She was amazed yet disgusted at the same time at how submissive a woman could be towards a man. Never in her life did she witness such obedience without question to someone who was clearly not right in the noggin’.

“You’ve messed her up, J. Like real bad. She worships the ground you walk on. She’s just your fucking sex toy and she doesn’t even realise it, thinking you "love” her and shit.“ A rant had been building up inside of her until finally it started to be projected. "I kinda feel sorry for the girl. She was a psychologist, a good one at that, with a Ph.D, and you’ve somehow manipulated her and worked your way into her mind so that now she’d do anything for you. She’d die for you.”

“And that’s how I like it. People in this city respect me, all becau-.”

“That’s not respect! That’s psychological torture and I’ll be damned if I end up like another one of your 'dolls’ you can have fun with one minute and couldn’t give a fuck about the next.” She didn’t notice but she had begun to yell with pent up anger flowing out of her, she didn’t even register entirely what she was saying.

She had wanted to be by his side for as long as she could remember after meeting him, as his companion, his partner, his lover. She had thought she could replace Harley and become his new Queen of Crime. However, after seeing what previous Dr. Harleen Quinzel had now become under his hands, she begun to have second thoughts.

“You think I would treat you just like some random woman I picked up from the club? Oh, no, no, no. You… are one of a kind. You’re unique… You’re mine.” As he spoke  these enticing words in a sultry manner, he came closer. Each step forward he made, resulted in one step backward for her until the back of her knees hit the chair and she fell back into it, now laying down. She watched as he placed his hands either side of her on the arm rests and wedged his knees beside her, crawling up her body until he was hovering above.

Her breath became uneven as she tried to stop herself from giving in and looking down at his crimson lips that looked o so kissable. “I want you. And the things I want, I get, no matter how. I know you’ve been wanting me since the first time you saw me. I know you touch yourself at night at the thought of me doing dirty things to you. When you’re alone in bed and your mind keeps drifting off to think about what I could do with your body. And I know how badly you want to feel full. You want me inside you. Isn’t that right?”

The way he spoke her thoughts aloud without caring who heard him made her cheeks turn a shade of red so deep she didn’t even think it possible and her core slick with want and need. The rough nature of his gravelly voice mixed with the undertones of lust and greed for her, visibly shook her as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Hearing all of these sinful words whispered from the mouth she had tried to resist earlier made her reach up to pull his head down as she just couldn’t take the teasing any longer, connecting their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

A growl was released from the depths of his throat as he shifted his body weight onto his elbows either side of her head and pressed his lower half into her, allowing her to feel what she did to him without touching him once. Hands moving to grip his shirt around his torso, she opened her mouth to grant him access to explore with his tongue before moaning gently.

Amongst all the fiery desire and passion the both of them were sharing, she had managed to remember a specific moment that had happened during his visit to the studio earlier before which made her pull away from his hungry lips to add her sarcastic rebuttal, as she always did,

Play with me, Daddy.”

I’ll Help You (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

She’s not eating. Why isn’t she eating?

It’s breakfast in the Great Hall and Draco is sipping his usual cup of tea while he surveys the Gryffindor table. His eyes are locked on [Y/N] [L/N] as he half listens to Pansy nattering on about the latest fashion trends in France or whatnot. He arches an eyebrow when he finally sees you reaching for your spoon but frowns when you make no move to put any food in your mouth.

It’s been going on like this for a while now, you coming down to the feasts only to sit quietly by your friends as you stare off into space. It also frustrates him that he seems to be the only one who has noticed your odd behavior.

“Pansy.” He says suddenly, interrupting her rather animated rant on leather skirts. “Does she look thinner to you?”

Pansy scrunches up her nose in confusion. “Does who look thinner?” 

“Her.” Draco gestures in your direction with a piece of toast.

Pansy raises her finely plucked eyebrows at him skeptically but obliges him and regards you thoughtfully. “That’s [L/N], right? She does look a little bit on the light side.” She observed. She then swivels in her seat to look at Draco. “Why has that suddenly piqued your interest?” She asks slyly, a smirk slowly making itself home on her face.

“No reason.” Draco says quickly, making a show of devouring his last piece of toast. “You’d better eat up, class starts soon and I have no intention of waiting for you.”  He tells her, eager to change the subject. Thankfully, Pansy decided not to pursue it instead choosing to continue he earlier rant. When he was sure that her attention was fully diverted, his focus sidled back to you. He really didn’t like this weird clenching feeling in his chest and he resolved to keep a close watch on you for the rest of the day.



The day passed and everything was relatively normal. True to his word, Draco’s attention never strayed from you and by the time lunch finally arrived, he was just about ready to tear his hair out.

Why hasn’t anybody noticed her condition?

You moved around sluggishly as if in a daze. Tiredness was written all over your face but no one so much as voiced their concerns. 

“Eat for fucks sake. Eat.” He murmured under his breath. You frowned suddenly as if hearing his thoughts and for a split second, your eyes were locked onto his. The eye contact didn’t last, however, seeing as Draco quickly looked away praying to both things holy and unholy that no one had noticed how his skin had gone an unnatural shade of pink.

Dammit, I’m acting like a blushing maiden.

“Draco, you’re staring.” Pansy commented nonchalantly as she examined her reflection in the back of a spoon.

Draco glared at her halfheartedly. “Of course I’m not, shut up Pansy.”

Pansy merely stuck her tongue out at him in response, then her expression turned weirdly sympathetic. “If it makes you feel better, I have noticed that [L/N] has been acting a little oddly lately. She looked particularly unsteady on her way out of Potions, but then again, it could have been just the ghastly fumes omitting from that place.”

Draco perked up immediately. “Exactly, there’s definitely something going on with her! We just need to figure out w-” He stopped short at the look Pansy was now giving him. “What?”

Pansy just shook her head slowly while turning back to her reflection. “Has it occurred to you that you might be getting a little obsessive, darling?”

Draco spluttered indignantly.”I just think she’s acting a little off! That’s not obsessive, it’s healthy curiosity!” He retorted. “Besides, she’s a Gryffindor. Why would I be obsessive over a Gryffindor?”

Pansy stared off dreamily into space. “It’d be just like that muggle story.” She sighed. “Romeo and Juliet.”

“… Pansy.” He ground out through gritted teeth. “They both die you utter bint.”

“So? I happen to love tragic love stories.”

Draco groaned and didn’t even bother trying to look dignified when he let his head hit the table.

*******

Draco’s worry was starting to wane as nothing out of the ordinary happened to you. Sure, he was still concerned but he figured maybe you had just caught a nasty sickness somewhere.

The incident occurred in the last class which happened to be Defence Against the Dark Arts (of course it was). Everything was going fine until the last half hour of the lesson, when the professor decided to test the students on the new spells they had been taught by organising a short dueling session.

To his chagrin, you got paired up with Theodore Nott, and Draco ended up with Looney Lovegood.

“No need to go easy on me, okay Draco? I can take care of myself.” Luna informed him in her usual dreamy like voice.

Draco caught his sneer in the last moment and instead gave the girl a strained nod before looking back at you. You were starting to look pale again, and are your hands shaking? These are not good signs.

“She doesn’t look good, does she?” Luna’s voice, laced with concern drifted into his ears. He turned to look at her in surprise.

“You noticed? Why haven’t you said anything to her? To her friends?” He snapped harshly.

Luna didn’t so much as flinch. “Why haven’t you said anything?”  She countered.

Draco stared at her in disbelief. “Are you crazy? They’d hex me on the spot if I so much as got within seven paces of them!”

Luna tilted her head slightly to the side as she regarded him. “You’re right. I forgot that they didn’t like you much.” She said finally.

“They hate me, Looney.”

“Hate is a strong word.”

“Yes, that is why I used it funnily enough.”

Saving himself from the conversation, Draco turned away from the Lovegood girl and strode over to stand next to Theodore so that he and Luna could duel side by side to you.

You eyed him curiously up and down but didn’t say anything choosing to send a wicked smirk to Theodore. “Have you ever dueled before, Nott? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

Theodore looked taken aback at the jab, but took it in stride. “I would worry more about yourself, princess.” He teased, his tone bordering on flirtatious.

Draco was not okay with that.

Thankfully you seemed to take that as an insult because you expression cooled rapidly. “We’ll see.” You said quietly and without warning, you cast.

Locomotor Mortis.

The Leg-Locker Curse hit Theodore square on the shoulder and he went down less than gracefully. His arms were still free though and he threw his own spell at you.

Confringo!

You didn’t miss a beat. “Protego.” You pointed your wand at a desk. “Oppugno.” It began mercilessly hammering Theodore on the head.

Said person had completely forgotten his wand in favour of using his arms to shield himself from the attacking object, while his legs were still pathetically glued together.

It was very clear who won that round.

“Go [Y/N]!” Luna cheered, clapping enthusiastically.

You gave her a tired smile in return, and that’s when Draco noticed your sudden pallor.

“How did react so quickly? Teach me your techniques!” Lovegood buzzed excitedly, not noticing how you were now swaying slightly.

Draco did notice however and he tensed.

You ran a hand through your hair as you gave Luna a strained smile. “T-there’s not much to teach, really. You’ve just got to mov-”

Thunk.

Draco was by your side in a heartbeat. He tapped your cheek lightly but you didn’t stir. 

“Someone get the professor!” He yelled, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from his classmates.

“What’s happening, what have we got? Oh my.” The professor copied Draco’s position and kneeled down beside you. He took your wrist gently and paused for a moment listening to your pulse. Draco hadn’t realised he was stroking your hair but he didn’t stop, imagining that if you were awake, you would have found it comforting.

“Everyone, give Miss [L/N] some space please!” The professor declared. “We need to get her to the Hospital Wing.”

“I’ll do it.” Draco offered immediately. That finally got some reaction.

“Why you, Malfoy?” Weasley spat. “What gives you the right, huh?”

Draco glared at him hatefully. “Maybe because I actually noticed that she’s been feeling off. Unlike you, since you were too busy stuffing your fat face with whatever snacks you can get your filthy hands on!”

“You take that back, Ferret Face!” Weasley drew his wand, his face having gone a very unflattering shade of red that clashed horribly with his hair.

Draco drew his own wand in retaliation and was about ready to throw a hex at the twat but Potter stepped forward.

“Stop it! Stop it both of you! This isn’t going to help [Y/N] and Malfoy’s right, Ron. We weren’t exactly paying attention…” Potter stared shamefully at his feet leaving Draco slightly unnerved that The Boy Who Lived had actually stuck up for him.

“Enough, all of you.” The professor intervened. “I’ll be taking Miss [L/N] to the Hospital Wing. Class dismissed.”

“Professor, may I come with you?” Draco asked hastily, schooling his face into a hopeful expression causing Weasley to snort. Draco paid him no mind and continued to silently beg the professor. “Please sir, we don’t have any more classes anyway…” He pressed.

“All right.” The professor relented. “Come now, we’ve dawdled long enough.”

* * * * * * * * *

Draco never left your side. Not when you were lowered onto the bed. Not when Madame Pomfrey began casting spells on you. Not when she force fed you a potion (he had helped). Especially not when he had been told to leave.

The nurse had given in to his stubbornness and he had been allowed to stay for as long as he wished, on the pretense that he had no classes so that it wouldn’t be a problem.

His hands had somehow gravitated back to your hair and he was still stroking it when you awoke.

“Malfoy?” You inquired a little croakily.

“Y-yes?” He replied a little unsure of himself now that you were actually awake. 

You and him weren’t really friends and he figured it was weird for you to be seeing only him right after gaining consciousness.

You sat up slowly and he didn’t stop you, mostly because he was afraid of what your reaction would be if he did. You took in your surroundings with a slight frown marring your features before turning back to look at him.

“What the hell am I doing here?”

“You fainted.” He said firmly, not able to think of any other way to explain it.

“Ah.” You said, stumped.

“Ah.” Draco echoed.

You gave him a weird look. “Why are you here?”

Thrown off guard by your forwardness, Draco frantically searched the recesses of his brain for a good answer. “Madame Pomfrey made me keep watch.” He lied.

You raised an eyebrow. “And you didn’t throw a fit? I’m impressed.” You mused. “I’m awake so you can go now.” You told him but he didn’t move.

“You fainted because you haven’t been sleeping and eating properly, according to Madame Pomfrey.” Draco said in a rush.

A flash of discomfort crossed your face. “Sooo?” 

Draco stared at you incredulously. “So, why?!” He questioned.

You folded your arms across your chest and avoided his gaze, fixing your eyes on a bedpost instead. “That is completely none of your business, Malfoy. Why on earth do you care?”

Draco stood his ground. “Why?” He repeated.

“Go away.”

“Tell me.”

“Why?”

“That’s my question.”

“Sod off, Malfoy.”

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“No.”

“Tell. Me.”

No.”

“Please?”

“Oh for Godric’s sake. Fine!”

Draco smirked in triumph while you looked like you’d very much like to punch him. He waited patiently while you gathered your wits about you and let out a breath of frustration.

“It’s nothing drastic….” You began quietly.

Draco nodded slightly to indicate he was listening.

“You know my family, right? Well, they’ve always stuck to the oldest traditions and I recently got a letter from them saying that they had arranged a marriage for me and a boy from the Rincewood family.”

Something sharp twisted in Draco’s gut at that and his throat dried up. “They’re quite prestigious.” He managed.

“I declined.” You said flatly.

There was a pause.

“You… declined.” Draco repeated slowly.

You nodded. “They didn’t take it well and one thing led to another. So they may or may not have disowned me now.” You finished in one breath.

Draco sat back in shock. “They really disowned you?”

“Yup.” You confirmed. “The not eating and sleeping was unintentional on my part. It was just the stress building up.”

You sounded quite detached about it all, resigned even. Your eyes had a glossy sheen to them and it seemed to him that you were trying very hard not to cry.

For some reason, he got a really strong urge to comfort you and before he knew it, his hand had already moved to place itself tentatively on your arm and when you didn’t shake him off, he found your hand and gripped it reassuringly. A voice in the back of his head told him that this was very unlike him but he silenced it.

“They’ll come around eventually.” He said as supportively as he could.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes but your fingers curled around his a little tighter. “You obviously don’t know my parents, Malfoy.”

Draco took a chance and used his free hand to thread his fingers back into your hair again. He couldn’t quite hold back his smile when you relaxed into his touch almost immediately.

“You’re right, I don’t know your parents.” He agreed. “But parents are parents. They can be fuck ups- I mean look at my parents- but at the end of the day, they’ll always love you… in their own twisted way.”

You fell silent for a moment but when you spoke again you sounded hopeful. “You think so?”

“Yeah.” He said, shifting uncomfortably. This comforting business really wasn’t his fort but then the smile you gave him afterwards ruled out any other thought. Damn that was bright.

“Besides,” He continued. “If it doesn’t work out, you could always come stay at the Manor for a while. There’s an empty room next to mine you could- wait- wha- why are you laughing?”

You shrugged helplessly, letting go of his hand to cover your mouth with it. Draco tried very, very hard not to frown but figured he didn’t quite manage it.

“I didn’t really believe Parkinson when she told me you had a crush on me, but now you’re actually asking me to move in with you and I just- “ You dissolved into another fit.

Draco scowled, his face heating up rapidly. “Pansy is a fucking traitor.” He muttered darkly.

You sobered up after a bit and looked at him gratefully. “Thank you, I really appreciate it but this is kind of my problem. I should be the one dealing with it.”

Draco arched an eyebrow and stared pointedly at the hospital bed you were currently on. “And how is that working for you?”

A beat.

“Not good.” You admitted.

Draco sighed and left his chair to sit on the bed next you. “Look, “ He said. “It’s quite clear that it’s out of the bag that I might… fancy you a little bit and you had to find out from Pansy making it downright humiliating on my part. The least you could do is let me help you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You really are a Slytherin, aren’t you?”

“I wonder why the Sorting Hat decided to put me there?” 

“Cut the sarcasm, dollop head.”

“That’s not even a word.”

“Sure it is.”

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine then. Describe dollop head.” [A/N: This is a Merlin reference because I like it and I want to.]

“In two words?”

“If you can.”

“Draco Malfoy.”

“…  Ah. Ha. Ha. Do we have a deal or not?”

Your eyes glinted in mischief. “Only if you can tell me where this phrase is from.”

Draco blinked in confusion. “What phrase?”

You cleared your throat dramatically then fixed him with a mock glare. “My father will hear about this!!”

“… “

“… “

“Do you want to die??”

* * *

star-anise  asked:

Can you pls write one of the SMH doing fiber arts?

Why yes I can! Have some Frog bonding.


“I’m sure they’ll let me back into Annie’s by now,” Nursey insisted to Chowder as he knocked on Dex’s door. “The sign incident was ages ago.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure,” Chowder said vaguely, distracted as he was by a text from Cait.

“It’s open,” Dex called.

Nursey opened the door and stuck his head into Dex’s room. “Hey, bro, you wanna go with me and C to…” He trailed off as he actually registered what he was seeing. “What are you doing?”

Dex was seated cross-legged on his bed, some kind of cloth in one hand and a threaded needle in the other, an open box filled with a rainbow of other threads next to him. He looked down at his lap and then back at Nursey like he was a moron. “Cross-stitch? What does it look like?”

Nursey came the rest of the way into the room so he could get a better look. “I wouldn’t know, man, my sister did ballet and my mom doesn’t do crafty shit.”

Chowder looked up from his phone and followed Nursey in, bouncing over to Dex’s side cheerfully. “How cool! What is it?”

“Uh, a fractal.”

“You can make fractals out of thread?!”

Dex cracked a smile. “Yeah, sure.” He handed the fabric on the hoopy thing over to Chowder, who ran a finger over the surface as he studied it intently.

Nursey pulled out Dex’s desk chair and sat down on it backwards, resting his chin on his folded arms. “Why do you do it?”

Dex shot him a suspicious glance. “Because it’s soothing and methodical and more portable than Legos.”

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3, 30, 300 [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: A new phase of your life begins as you move to an apartment in New York with an unknown roommate.

Word Count: 2,568

Warnings: None, maybe one ot two curse words?

Author’s notes: Wow, I’ve been with so many things in the works between college, collabs and personal matters that I didn’t even see time fly. This is the first thing I’ve written by myself in probably months, so I apologize in advance if I’m a little rusty. This is pure fluff and an adaptation of a story I wrote for my crative writing class, so… I hope you guys like it!

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“Sorry, I didn’t-” your hands touched and the blush on your face became even more evident.

“No, it’s okay. Take it.” Lin’s smile was genuine, and you took the knife without saying a word. The both of you ate in silence, the cutlery against the ceramic plates being the only sound in the small kitchen and neither knowing how the dynamic between you worked.

Well, it was the first time you were sharing an apartment with a stranger, afterall.

You blamed the big city, the fear of conquering the concrete jungle without anyone to go to if needed. Online adverts about sharing an apartment in New York City brought you and Lin-Manuel together, both not knowing what each other looked like until only a few hours earlier, your moving trucks competing for a parking spot in front of the old building.

The two bedrooms were smaller than they looked like in the advert, which was already pretty small. When seeing the amount of boxes you unloaded, Lin gave up the bigger bedroom in exchange for you letting him place his piano in the cramped living room: you were unsure of how many nights you wouldn’t be able to sleep because of the instrument, but your initial bet was ‘many’.

You were right.

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diversemediums  asked:

How will our newlyweds handle the aftermath of their first night together in The Black Watch? Will Claire come out of her shell and surprise us all?


The Black Watch: Part 4:

Pulling the duvet up and over her head, Claire listened to the soft swish of the dog’s tail against the small rug that sat in front of the fire. Bran liked to keep her company, and usually she liked it in return.

Covering her ears, she tried to block out the noise, all manner of disturbance disrupting her calm.

True to his word, Jamie hadn’t touched her again –leaving her, instead, to her own devices.

Instead she’d begun to wake, alone and covered in a cold sheen of sweat, her mind replaying erotic imagery that she just couldn’t shake. Trembling, she curled her knees up to her chest and felt beside her, the small dent in the mattress evidence that Jamie had not long been up and away. His side of the bed was still warm, the scent of his flesh buried deep into the down of the duvet.

Her thighs, drawn together by the pulse that throbbed solidly between them, curled towards her chest as she tried to contain the feelings that had been steadily mounting inside of her.

Shrugging her shoulders, Claire slid herself out from under the covers in preparation for the day.

The water in the basin beside the fire was cold, but Claire dipped her hands in nonetheless, ensuring that her skin didn’t freeze too much before washing her face and neck. Shivering, she pulled the cloth from where it sat on the arm of the chair and began to dry the cold droplets from her skin.

Gathering her sewing basket, she pulled the delicate wool of her blanket around her shoulders and curled up on the chair. Usually Claire would do her darning downstairs in the company of Jenny and the others, but today she felt the need for some privacy. Her heart was still racing from her dream, the blood in her veins boiling beneath her skin.

Her hands shook as she ran the coarse fabric of Jamie’s socks through her fingers, poking her fingers through the small holes he’d managed to create with his toes. Claire wriggled her hips, trying desperately to concentrate on her task and not the unspoken devil that seemed to have taken up residence in her tummy.

“Ow!” She yelped, the needle pricking the skin of her fingertip as she lost focus for just a second. Dropping the sock, needle and thread, Claire curled her knees up to her chest as she sucked the injured article into her mouth.

Feeling daft, she closed her eyes letting the damp digit fall from her lips before bending down to collect the limp sock from the floor. Claire continued on, managing to ignore the persistent niggle that had begun to irritate her now.

One sock down, Claire placed her sewing kit safely down on the mantle over the fireplace and paced in front of the fire. The pile that she had to complete seemed to mock her as she puffed and panted stomping her feet against the neatly woven rug. Her discomfort had only grown and instead of dissipating once she’d busied herself it had solidified, causing her skin to tingle periodically, gooseflesh rising on the tops of her thighs as they brushed together.

Below, Jenny glanced towards the ceiling as the rhythmic creaking stopped and started once more. She smiled to herself recalling the conversation she’d overheard between her brother and father only days before.

Jamie had been worried about his approach to Claire after their first *unsuccessful* interaction. In an attempt to comprehend the subtleties in his new marriage he’d approached his father for some sage advice. Jenny, well trained in the art of eavesdropping, had busied herself far enough away that she wouldn’t be noticed, but close enough to hear their conversation.

Having some idea as to Claire’s dilemma, Jenny hitched her skirts and climbed the stairs quietly. She opened the door carefully, hunching her shoulders as she leant her head around the entranceway.

Keeping her voice low, Jenny stuck one foot over the threshold as she approached Claire cautiously.

“I noticed ye didna come to join us, Claire,” she said, breaking the silence.

Turning her head slightly, Claire nodded over her shoulder at Jenny, her hands clenching in the loose fabric of her night-shift as she swayed to and fro. “No, I just wanted some time alone,” she replied smiling slightly as she faced Jenny fully.

“Get yersel’ dressed, lass,” Jenny asked, waving her hand towards the wardrobe as she marched towards Claire’s dresser, “I think we need to have a wee chat, aye?”

Nodding, Claire did as she was told, unable and unwilling to put up any resistance against her – more than compelling – sister-in-law.

The morning air was warm as Claire walked slightly behind Jenny her mind flitting all over the place as she tried to enjoy the fresh air and Jenny’s company.

“You’re restless, Claire,” Jenny interjected, stating the obvious as they stood at the edge of the very field Jamie and Brian were hard at work in. Waving at her brother and father, Jenny bumped her shoulder gently against Claire’s in a familial show of camaraderie.

“He’s restless too.”

Claire’s eyes held Jamie’s as he bowed, winked and continued with his work. Her heart ached a little as she rested her palms on the fence allowing her thick curls to fall over her ears.

“He was asking da for advice the other day so you can trust me when I say this, Claire. He’s a good man, and I’m no’ just saying so because he’s my brother.” Placing her hand on top of Claire’s she squeezed lightly. “He’s too scared to touch ye again, for fear that ye’ll reject him…or that he’ll hurt you again.”

Staying quiet, Claire let Jenny’s warm touch soothe her as she allowed her words to sink in.

“That feeling ye have, the one inside you that willna leave ye be,” Jenny continued, a knowing glint in her eye, “you canna ignore it, Claire. Let it guide ye instead. I promise you, trust in it, and trust in Jamie.”

Jenny left her then, returning to the big house with an impressive smile on her face.

Dipping her toes into the hot water, Claire slid the robe from her shoulder as she sunk into the tub, the steam rising around her as she turned her face towards the fire. She’d taken Jenny’s advice to heart and had spent hours preparing for Jamie’s return eager to attempt intimacy once more.

But the sun had long since set and Jamie had yet to turn in.

Pushing the disappointment away, Claire reached for the soap rubbing the thick bar against her sodden skin as she washed the dirt from the day away.

She closed her eyes, letting the soft lap of the water lull her. The fire kept the tin warm enough that the bath retained its heat. Basking in the glow, Claire dunked her head under, letting her hair float around her face as her feet dangled over the edge. With her ears plugged by the water, Claire failed to notice as Jamie finally appeared.

Closing the door behind him, Jamie held his nerve. Undoing the buttons on his waistcoat, he plucked it from his shoulders, unbuckling his belt next as he neatly folded his dusty clothes and placed them carefully over the arm of the chair. Sitting, he toed off his boots before stripping the shirt from his back leaving him naked as the day he was born.

Upon hearing the noise, Claire peeked her head over the metal edge of the bathtub, her nose butting against the moist, tepid surface as she glanced over to watch her naked husband. Hidden, Jamie could only see her bright whisky eyes as they slid over his nude form.

“Ye waited up for me, sassenach?” Jamie asked, seeing her lost for words.

Smiling coquettishly, her mouth still hidden from view, Claire nodded. Pulling herself up further, her fingers gripped the rim, her knuckles going white with the pressure of holding her weight steady. “I miss you,” she whispered, her wet hair bobbing on the surface of the water as she levered herself so that her elbows now rested along the top of the bath, bringing her head and shoulders fully upright.

Raising himself from the chair, Jamie strode over to Claire and knelt beside her, reaching his hand out to run his finger along the length of her sodden cheek.

“Do you?” He returned, a hint of humour in his tone.

“You spoke to your father about me?” She asked, curious as to what had transpired between the Frasers.

Blushing, the red stain ran along Jamie’s cheeks and down his neck as he dipped his head a little, his forehead coming into contact with Claire as his hands snaked further down her bare body.

The ache intensified as Jamie’s large palm ghosted against the side of her breast.

“Aye,” he whispered in return, his lips resting softly over hers as he wetted them with his tongue, tasting Claire for the first time in weeks. “I wanted to ken how to be a good husband to ye, Claire. HIm and my mam loved one another deeply and I hope,” he paused, placing one delicate kiss against her mouth before continuing on, “one day we might have the same bond.”

Sloshing the water surrounding her, Claire pushed herself up, Jamie’s words warming her inside and out as she joined her lips fully against his now, her hands tangling in his hair as she dragged him forwards.

Doing as Jenny said, he allowed the neediness that she’d been holding back since their arrival at Lallybroch to take precedence over the fear.

“Can I wash you?” She mumbled, pulling back a little now, panting with the exertion of her forceful embrace. Taking a moment just to breath, Claire realised suddenly how little she knew of Jamie. She’d learned, of course, about him as a man, but his flesh was a mystery to her.

Wanting to memorise every inch of him she climbed from the bath and ushered him into the cooling waters, intent on her mission.

Allowing her to take some form of control, Jamie obeyed her signals, plunging himself into the bath in front of her, his back to her chest as Claire lathered up the sponge. Gazing around at her, he reached his hand backwards to keep contact with her, tickling his fingers along the smooth expanse of her arm, the tips of them gathering up the droplets of water her own dunk had left upon her skin.

“Beautiful,” he sighed, blinking rapidly as she began massaging suds into the dirt that’d smeared over his chest during the day.

Claire smiled, a small thing that tugged at the corners of her mouth as her cheeks began to flame under his scrutiny. “Not too bad yourself,” she returned, her tone breathless as if she were struggling to speak.

Leaning forwards, the peaks of her breasts brushed against Jamie’s back as her hands reached below the water line to wash his submerged belly. Trying to contain herself, Claire swallowed, her heart picking up paces as it thudded harder beneath her chest.

He was aroused. His hard flesh bobbing against the back of her hand as she ran the sponge over his groin. Trying to remain calm, she attempted to ignore the sight of him, only failing when she heard him moan lightly. Turning her head she could see his pained expression. Head falling back against her shoulder, Jamie had his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open as if he were trying desperately to stay still.

“It’s alright, Claire,” he groaned, unable to keep the lust from his tone as he twisted towards her, causing her to drop the sponge in the water and raise her hand to take hold of his. “Ye dinna need to stop…”

“Take me to bed, Jamie,” she stuttered, the throb between her legs intensifying at the mere thought of him holding her against his chest now. Gone were the awful memories of their first encounter, replaced now with a softer image of Jamie, one moulded by the gentleness of his father instead of the merciless Black Watch.

She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, she could feel it in the air that whirled around her in their large master bedroom.

“As you wish,” Jamie returned, quickly rising from tub to take Claire into his arms as they clasped each other close, the moisture making their combined skin slippery as Jamie walked Claire slowly towards their bed.

“I promise–” he began, tipping his head to the left as he nudged her nose.

“I know,” she interjected, her thighs hitting the solid base of the bed as her hands came round to grip his arse. “I trust you, Jamie.”

Wrapping his arms around her hips, Jamie placed Claire gently onto the bed, on top of the sheets, opening her legs with his knees as he crawled over her. Brian had opened his eyes, talking to him about the *proper* way to love a woman. Instead of –coming from behind–, he’d been advised to place himself face to face with Claire, making him more able to watch her. Being more conscious of his movements meant that he’d be able to ensure her pleasure.

Claire lay silently beneath him, her eyes half closed as she ran her hands up and down Jamie’s back. Waiting patiently. Content to have broken the divide that’d separated them, she was happy for Jamie to take his time.

With his father’s advice at the forefront, Jamie slowly pushed his way forwards, twisting his hips upwards stopping just shy as he captured her lips, kissing her passionately until he felt her legs wrapping around his waist.

Reassured that she wanted him, Jamie pressed his way inside her.

Biting down on Jamie’s bottom lip, Claire made a quiet keening noise as her muscles tensed. Pulling her legs closer to her chest, she kept her bottom levered to allow Jamie free movement against her, the pain nowhere near as harsh as she’d remembered it.

Breathing through his nose, Jamie swivelled his hips as gently as he was able, pushing and pulling himself against Claire, holding his weight over her as the pleasure built within him.

Muted gasps filled the room as Claire uncovered the small place inside of her that had been plaguing her dreams. Shuddering with the thrill of it, she rolled her arse upwards, thrusting her hips flush against Jamie as the twinge of something incredible bubbled beneath her skin.

Claire tensed as the sensation grew, her vision blurring as she opened and closed her eyes as she tried to make sense of the ever increasing titillation.

As the room seemed to tilt and swirl below her, Claire cried out, oblivion claiming her for seconds before allowing her body to collapse, fatigue overtaking the pleasure.

Jamie stilled for as long as he was able, his heart pounding as he watched Claire. The whole time he’d been hyper aware of her wellbeing. Cautious of every movement he made, not wanting to hurt her as he had done before. Safe in the knowledge that he’d shielded her from that, he finally let himself go.

Claire smiled, opening her bleary eyes now as she felt Jamie climax above her. Placing the flat of her palm against his cheek, she traced the heated sallows of his face, cementing the vision of him as he panted, trying to fill his lungs with as much oxygen as they could take.

Falling to the left, Jamie shimmied himself and Claire under the covers, keeping her close to his chest as she dozed soundlessly against him.

Kissing her forehead, he linked his legs with hers beneath the duvet and joined her in slumber, the crackle of the fire the only noise remaining as silence engulfed the lovers.

Love in Colors

☇  soulmates au

genre: soft angst and light fluff

pairing: taehyung // you

word count: 7,034

warnings: people have said they needed tissues but………

Description: Lost as an artist, you travel around in order to find yourself. Then you meet Kim Taehyung - a stranger, a friend, and your soulmate. Only you don’t remember him but he remembers you.

A/N: ahaha i decided to post this a day earlier :) i’m pretty proud of it, so i hope you’ll like it!!



I met my soulmate before I was conceived. we were nothing but constellations composed of dying stars. before the supernovas consumed us, he told me, “Don’t ever feel alone in the years to come. You may have your doubts, but we’ll collide again. They say the universe is infinite, but so is love.


As an art major, you have always been interested in the order of the world and its complex design, a nexus of colors and lights, hopes and dreams, fears and failures, completed with intricate beings that are both so fragile and so strong at the same time. It confounds you when you realize how every single being on this Earth has a story behind themselves. You have learned to appreciate the masterpieces produced by various artists, sculptors, photographers, and musicians alike, their interpretations and impressions always having an impact, leaving you in deep thoughts and moments of stillness afterwards, the final note ringing in your mind or the picturesque landscape imprinted beneath your closed lids. Perhaps this is how the child-like wonder always makes its appearance in your paintings.

Yet you are still searching for yourself and the kind of art that will make you up in the coming years in a world that is so big, a constant cycle of criticism and judgement. You spend nights alone under the starlit skies, agonizing over the smallest of details, dozens and dozens of shredded and crumpled papers thrown around.

To put it simply, you are utterly lost.

You always knew that being an art major was risky; the chances of being actually successful were low, and you were nearing graduation from your arts college with nothing in your portfolio. But from the first time your young, chubby one year old fingers touched the cool, slick paint and stained themselves across paper, you were completely immersed. The urge to draw was something you could never resist, even if you wanted to, and the talent came naturally.

You’ve never, in the ripe years of your life, had an artist’s block, always listening to friends go on and on about them, but you’ve always had inspiration. That is, until now.

You find yourself unsatisfied, constantly comparing your own paintings to those of Van Gogh’s or Monet’s, feeling that none of your pieces of art were alive enough. None of them were spirited or lively, and though yes, they were good, beautiful even, they did not convey the emotions you wanted the audience to feel. Anyone could be an artist that draws, but not every artist could move people. To become truly successful, one had to fully understand themselves to produce the art that they desired, and that was just what you were missing.

The constant strive for perfection is what echoes in your head day and night, and finally you have enough of it. Your friends too, suggest that you take a break and walk the world for a bit, and maybe then you would gain inspiration.

That is how you end up in the Louvre Museum in Paris, only you are still as stuck as ever, and your trip is quickly coming to an end, with only a few days left.

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh into your phone. You are wandering the museum, absentmindedly looking at the works. Nothing really strikes your eye.

“Y/N, seriously though,” comes your best friend Yoongi’s voice. He is the one that understands you the best, the drive for perfection in himself rivaling yours. A pianist, he gives himself up completely to the music. “Don’t get so stressed out. It’s okay if you have to stay another year.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” you finally snap. “You’ve already gotten a couple offers. I haven’t even sent out my portfolio.”

The other side of the phone is quiet. You only hear the soft crackling of his breath.

“Sorry,” you say softly, a little bit guilty for raising your voice. “I’m just - I’m about to just give up. You should understand me, Yoongi, this feeling of imperfection that doesn’t satisfy me. There’s this constant spotlight in my mind, like my end goal, and I’m so close but there’s just this little stretch that I can’t reach. What if I really can’t find myself?”

“Y/N,” Yoongi says quietly, “these things can’t be rushed. The more you rush it, the more locked your personality gets.”

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Road to Success: Before Opening for Commissions

Artist’s Notes

**First off! I made this specifically for DeviantArt, and then realized that it really applies to every artist who is looking to get into the market of freelance work. I apologize that this journal references that site specifically quite a bit, but the information is still solid.

Commissions. Commissions. Commissions!
It’s all anyone on here seems to talk about. It’s like a measure of popularity.
But there’s a lot of danger in opening for commissions before you’re prepared, and that’s what this particular journal is about. Let’s avoid the common commission pitfalls (a journal for another day  ) and get a healthy, fully prepared start!

Build Your Fanbase

I’ve seen some people join deviantArt (or other sites) and instantly expect to get commissions. We’re talking the same day that they sign up.
Sorry, that’s just not how it works. Actually, you’ll be lucky to get commissions on deviantArt at all. DeviantArt is a community of artists. Sure, there are some buyers on here as well, but very rarely will you find regular work on this site. I like deviantArt because it’s a social network with other artists. It’s a place where I can come to make friends and learn. Sure, I can advertise myself on here, but most of my work comes from my Twitter, Tumblr, and own legwork.
I’d recommend establishing yourself with the same username in as many places as you comfortably can. When you’re narrowing down the prospects, I’d say to avoid small, start-up art communities (you know the ones I’m talking about, those “exclusive”, “by invite only” art sites. Who is going to buy your work there?). Make yourself known on established websites where there is already a user base to be a part of. Twitter, Tumblr, Art Station, Behance, deviantArt, LinkedIn, ConceptCookie and even FurAffinity (if you’re into that kind of thing) are all fantastic options.

Understand Pricing and it’s Consequences 

First off, don’t sell for points. Points is quite literally the equivalent of pocket change. 80 points is $1.
That means that if you’re selling a full color image for 500 points (which I see all the time) you’re selling it for $6.25.
$6.25 for a full picture. A full picture that I can promise you’ve spent more than a half an hour on.
I’ll write a full journal on how pricing works, but generally, you should not be selling your work for less than minimum wage per hour.
I’ll go through a lot of other pricing options in the other journal, but keep in mind that you are working on artwork. This is your time and you should be paid for it. Yes, you might absolutely LOVE doing artwork (so do I!) but you should still be paid for creating images for other people.
If you choose not to be paid now, or to be paid in pocket change now, or to be paid for $5/hr now, you’ll likely regret it later. Your “target market” for lower pricing will not be the same as your target market for average pay. People who pay in dA points likely won’t be returning for more work later, and if they do, it’ll be for the same price. People who are willing to pay what your work is worth are more likely to be repeat customers, are likely to talk more about your work if you do a good job, and are, of course, willing to give you the amount that you deserve so that you’re doing less work for the appropriate amount of money. If you spend most of your time targeting the lower-range market you won’t be able to raise your prices later. (For the record, I’m not talking about general watchers and followers, some people just can’t afford to buy art or don’t need it, but they’re no less valuable in terms of having an awesome fan base. We’re strictly talking about clientele here).

Create a Strong Terms of Service Agreement

Do your research!
Don’t just look at other ToS Agreements on deviantArt, many of them are not strong. If you can’t afford to hire an attorney, do some serious Google searching. There are a ton of really good samples of what your ToS should include.
Again, I’m planning a full journal for this as well, but a few points I could make right now are to include;
A) That you own all rights to your work. Make sure that this is a part of your Terms of Service. Yes, it goes without saying that you own what you make, but many times customers have the misinformed idea that because they’ve paid you they automatically own the artwork and can sell it, make prints of it, etc.
B) A clause about what happens if you become ill. I know it’s likely not something you’re thinking about now, but what if you take a commission and suddenly become ill or are involved in an accident of some kind? You’ll want to detail out what happens. Does the customer get a full refund? Do you require an extension on the work deadline? Do you retain their deposit or the payment for the work that’s been completed, but refund the rest? Think about this now, not later.
C) Bounced checks and returned payments. What if the client pays you in a check and it bounces? What happens if they do a charge-back with PayPal? Is there a fee that you’ll need covered? Most companies have a Returned Payment Fee because they don’t want to get stuck with the fee from the bank or processing center. It’s a smart fee to have included in your contract. From a consumer point of view, I know we all hate that fee, but from a business perspective, it’s a smart idea to have.
D) Do you have a Rush Fee? If a client contacts you and says “I need this done in three days time!” and your average turn around is a month, will there be an additional charge? Keep in mind that this means you’ll be putting all your other clients on the back burner, working longer hours than usual and possibly even weekends or holidays - maybe both. Most artists do have an additional charge for this. Think of it as over time.

**Have a Terms of Service before you open for commissions. Not after. Don’t wait for something to happen where you wish you’d had one.** 

Have Samples of Your Work

Weirdly enough, I felt the need to add this in here. I’ve seen a few people open for commissions that they don’t even have examples for. I’ve been contacted by people who have seriously told me “I don’t have any samples of animation, but I’m a really good animator. I work for $50/30 seconds. When do I start?”.
What?
No!
Don’t be that person. If you’re offering character design commissions, have some samples. If you’re offering storyboard commissions, have some samples. Illustration? Have some samples. Badges? Make some samples. Animation? You guessed it. Samples.
By doing this you’re not only showing your potential customers that you can provide the work you’re claiming you can and giving an example of quality, you’re doing yourself a favor by knowing an approximate of how long it’s going to take you to finish the work so you’re not overcharging your customer or short changing yourself.

In Closing

Remember! These steps aren’t just to help you get more commissions, they’re there for your protection. You don’t want to be involved in an all-too-common horror story scenario where a client can take advantage of you, and you don’t want to give your client a horror story about yourself (that they’ll undoubtedly share with every one of their friends and followers).

Protect your client, protect yourself, and protect your business.

[Miraculous Ladybug]: Dressed to Kill

i….am procrastinating this paper super hard….so i started a one-shot series. isn’t that fun?

bit of a T rating, but if you don’t mind that, enjoy :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Dressed to Kill

Summary: “You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Chlonette Assassins AU


1. Flirting on the Job


“You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and peeked around the corner, staring at the two guards stationed at the door at the other end of the courtyard. She finished screwing her suppressor onto her own gun and checked her pockets for her compression gloves. “So if some asshole has me in a chokehold, you’re not going to punch him in the face because you have to protect your goddamn gel manicure?”

“I never said that,” Chloe groaned. “Obviously I’d clock him straight in the nose, but I will expect you to pay for my replacement manicure since you shouldn’t be getting yourself into that situation in the first place.”

“Oh nice.”

“I’m a single woman, I deserve to pamper myself, sue me.”

Marinette fastened the velcro of her gloves and counted the knives she had strapped to her thigh. “That’s your own fault. I offered to sleep with you literally last week and you said no.” She checked her watch. “Shifts change in 3 minutes.”

“Roger,” Chloe replied automatically. “Also, fuck you, you told me you’d sleep with me because, and I quote, you found my dry spell ‘cripplingly pathetic.’”

“I mean, it is. Offer still stands,” Marinette winked. 

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2nd survey statements!

Took awhile, but…here are the statements! Once again, they are organized by type for your convenience. Enjoy!

*Also, I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who participated in the survey. I was really happy with everyone’s responses, and it just goes to show how annoying MBTI stereotypes can be.

INFP

~Having intense emotions does not make us irrational crybabies. It does, however, make us highly analytical of everyone around us. Also, Fi is not necessarily selfish! Stop assuming we only care about our own feelings, because that is just so not true. In fact, Fi actually allows us to understand and analyze the emotions of others on a deep level since we’ve done it so many times to ourselves. We are not selfish - we just internalize our emotions!

~INFPs are always represented as really open minded and kind, but a lot of most of my INFP friends (and I have a lot) are some of the most judgemental people I know (I’m so sorry for being salty!!)

~We’re not really as soft and fluffy as many think we are

~I’m an INFP, and we’re often types as pathetic, whiney sad sacks. That may be true for some, but not all. I am a cheerful person, and people often say I’m quite funny! Enough with the puddle of tears already!

~INFPs are represented as creative types, but many INFPs find their strengths in the art of academics.

~I Ann an INFP and I wish people wouldn’t think we’re just selfish. Yes, staying true to our values is extremely important to us and we must frequently check in with ourselves but I also love to give and encourage self honesty and introspection with others. Also the weak stereotype thing upsets me sometimes don’t get me wrong I don’t enjoy fighting one bit but if it’s out of defense whether it’s someone I love or a barrier I have I’ll fight til the end.

~INFP-good at planning; can be pretty outgoing

~Infps don’t cry all the time! We are often consider weak but we are not. What makes infps so strong is their ability to be idealistic, focus on the brightside, no matter what traumatic things they have been through or selfish people they have seen. Also they have the ability to make logical decisions based off of moral codes.

~We aren’t doormats nor unable to be organised

~This emo/crybaby trope is getting old. Yes, we have emotions. No, we don’t cry every time we see a dead ladybug, nor do we moan about how lonely we are 24/7. 

ENFP

~I like making people happy because I can’t seem to make myself happy. I figure the best I can do is make others feel good so they don’t ever feel the emptiness I feel sometimes.

~I like making people happy because I can’t seem to make myself happy. I figure the best I can do is make others feel good so they don’t ever feel the emptiness I feel sometimes.

~Just because we act ‘childish’ doesn’t mean we’re 'stupid’ or 'naive’

~I think that enfp is often misrepresented as 'dumb but sweet’. I have many enfp friends who are very smart, and quick thinkers. The intp stereotype of being a robot is pretty easy to recognize as false, but we (and entps) aren’t ALWAYS making puns or ALWAYS forgetful and disorganized. Yes it is true we can be oftentimes but pretty much all types are just generalized.

~ENFP (my type): often displayed as lovey dovey cuddly types that are very scatterbrained and directionless. However, while we’re enthusiastic, vibrant, and have great people skills, we struggle revealing our own emotions and can be very private about things. In addition, we’re not always cheery- many can appear a little more cold and aloof but still retain that “magnetic” quality ENFPs have.

~I’m an ENFP and what I’d like others to understand about our type is that when we put out minds to something we are the most driven people you’ve ever seen! Also, were not dumb… that’s a common one, we just learn a little differently.

~I think ENFP are extremely empathetic to a fault, in danger often because of it, way more introverted then they are that to be obviously still extroverted though, and vastly more intuitive and intelligent, and absolute at inauthenticity of any kind

INFJ

~Every type has their own unique set of strengths and weaknesses, but INFJs tend to be broadcast as perfect.

~just because an infj doesn’t always easily let people in doesn’t mean they don’t want to with all their might

~I’m an infj, I think often my type is misrepresented as very openly emotional. While that can be on occasion, it is more characteristic of, say, the infp. Most infjs aren’t in tune with their own emotions and we can be emotionally immature because of this. Thanks for reading!

~In terms of INFJ I feel like people think we care so much and on some level we do but often I’m just exhausted and being nice for the sake of it/because I don’t know anything else, not because I enjoy it.

~I think infjs are given a bad wrap. Theyre talked about as if they are all unhealthy or completely negative and stuck in their ways and are portrayed to be unable to hold down a friendship. This is of course completely off and many/most infjs are some of the most kindhearted understanding people around.

~INFJ. I want people to understand that I just can’t live just for my self cause I care more about other people.

~I am an infj, and everything that I read and see about my type always mentions how much we care about other people and their feelings/problems. We are seen as one of the more empathetic types probably because of higher Fe. While this conclusion might make sense in theory, I think that Ni gets in the way of that pretty often. People need to remember that the cognitive functions work with each other, not independently meaning my Fe might not work the same way as someone with dominant Fe (enfj or esfj). Even if their Fe is auxiliary like mine, their dominant function might cause its manifestation to be quite different. Naturally, I have not met many other infjs in person, but I do have one really close friend who shares my type. He agrees with this statement that we are not all that overtly caring individuals. Rather, we have come to a conclusion that Fe tends to give our Ni some data to work with. It’s funny, the definition of empathy is that you can easily understand and feel what others are feeling, but this somehow happens in an extremely detatched manor. For example, I find it exceedingly easy to read people and know what they are feeling, how they will react, what’s bothering them, etc. However, I don’t actually care all that often. It’s a phenomenon that my infj friend and I constantly kind of joke about. I realize of course that this could simply be an isolated case where two infjs just happen to use their functions in this way, but I thought it was worth mentioning. What I said earlier about functions working together is very important though. Everything is relative, there is no isolation, there are no coincidences.

ENFJ

~I am an enfj and isrespect of myself and others is just something that poses my buttons as well as other enfjs i know. I would also like people o know that enfjs are cabab l e if being manipulative but at least for me in terrified of being manipulative as it would hurt people and be selfish. Which i think is an interesting contrast between the dark and light of an enfj

~my type is enfj, and the biggest stereotype for us is that we just don’t get nervous about publicly speaking or socializing at all. We’re just care free and social, which is true, but people don’t realize that we do in fact get nervous. Its human.

~This may just be me but as an ENFJ, I see a lot of 'motherly instinct’ posts despite having no interest in children or really any such instincts??

~ENFJ-usually only represented as a mom friend always trying to take care of people. ENFJs have huge dreams and personalities. No one seems to talk about that side of us. Maybe because if you’re not close enough to an ENFJ you may not realize this, but it seems like it should be represented more.

INTJ

~we are fun and we have emotions and we’re not just sarcastic little hermits! :)

~I’m an INTJ, and people always associate coldness and sassiness on this type. In fact, INTJs can be in touch with their feelings, since Fi is third in their cognitive functions stack. If an INTJ believe that it’s okay to be nice to other people (due to Fi) they can act as an INFJ in the eyes of others. I just want to conclude that not all INTJs are acting stereotypically, sometimes they just have another well-developed functions that makes them act differently based on their stereotypes.

~Please don’t think all INTJs are cringy ass edgelords who talk like Marvel villains.

~INTJs are said to be extreme neat-freaks, but most of the INTJs I know are actually pretty messy (but I don’t mind!)

~INTJs are extremely loyal, caring and committed towards those they love and respect. They don´t always know how to show it but their love runs deep and if you violate that love it hurts them like hell.

~INTJ - I’m not always shut off and reserved. i have my social and loud moments, even with strangers (just not on a deep level)

~Hey ! First of all, English isn’t my native language, so I apologize if I make some mistakes. So, let’s start. I’m an INTJ woman, and I praise everyday people to understand that before being an INTJ, I’m human… I have emotions ! I can cry, scream, love people around me… There is so many clichés about MBTI types, not only mine (cause ENTJ aren’t dictators, ESFp aren’t labradors, IFP aren’t crying babies…). Please, stop clichés ! (Preach!)

~INTJ-We actually have feelings! We’re not on a Vulcan level or even Spock, even though we don’t always show it (or choose to show it) we do actually feel very deeply.

~As an INTJ, I think people often forget our sensitive, creative side. INTJs are not cold robots! We love our friends and family, and often times are very interested in the arts.

ENTJ

~I’m an ENTJ,and most of the times people find me extremely arrogant and rude. They feel scared of talking to me and feel like I’m an asshole. I’m just as good as any other person.ENTJ people are not always rude and arrogant unless and until you irritate them with your lethargy

~ENTJs are often represented as emotionless. This is untrue. Everyone has emotions; it’s the way we handle them that matters. As an ENTJ, it is most important to me to be able to discern when revealing my emotion works to my advantage or disadvantage. So yes, if I see it as useful, I do reveal what I’m feeling.

~Not all ENTJs are overly aggressive, inconsiderate of others’ feelings, and immoral.

~Everyone assumes we are cold hearted, money-making-maniacs, with no feelings. On the contrary we do have feelings, lots of the, we just are bad at showing them! We also are very bad at taking emotional clues and can be very upfront. Sorry if we offend you!!

INTP

~I feel like most people think INTP’s enjoy math and science. It’s a common pattern with our type, but quite honestly, I’m awful at math.

~I’m an INTP and I want people to understand that an important part of an INTPs personality is creativity. We’re always represented as academic, logical people with no room for creative self-expression, but this stereotype just isn’t true!

~INTP here. Much of my “intelligence” is falsified, in the sense that sometimes I’m making projected leaps without having even considered the conclusion.

~INTP: I have fairly developed Fe even though I’m an INTP. I can read people and situations and decrease stress within a group of people with a joke. I just don’t know how to respond in normal conversation or if someone needs to be comforted.

~That we are not always cold and that even though we sometimes hate people we do like to be around people we consider likeable ~INTP

~I am an INTP. I have this weird theory in my head that INTPs feel emotion as strongly as other types, if not more strongly, but we don’t know what to do with all of that non-logic business. So we do the classic INTP “bottle it up, robot” sorta thing. So then we just feel everything inwardly and don’t express it to anyone, and that’s why we give off the impression that we’re cold and impassive robots.

~INTPs so are definitely not always passive-aggressive. I get revenge swiftly.

ENTP

~I think ENTPs are misrepresented when people say they have no empathy skills, all the ENTPs I know have a very good capability of understanding others’ feelings, they just often choose to ignore this ability slightly.

~ENTP is my type. One of the only problems I have with the stereotypes of it is that we can be super great in making friends. I make maybe future friends but they are never fully my friends though it could be depending on my enneagram (6w5) but my Fe is weak and so is my Fi and Si/Se.

~ENTPs aren´t necessarily loud, annoying or always out to get people. They can be intensive when it comes to their dearest interest but in general most ENTPs are more easygoing and calm than people give them credit for.

~ENTP female : I have write this with a very heart that the dynamics of entps set tardiness responsibility organisational skills are exhausting to us; the inferior si fucks us up; and our ne might make us look chaotic but you can trust us 1000% ;we might not set in your box now and probably ever dont expect us to act maturely or be responsible and as whole dont lose hope on us

~I’m an ENTP, and I feel like Fe is either not shown at all or shown to much when describing our type.

~ENTPs are often perceived as inconsiderate and cunning. Let me tell you that they are the sweetest shits ever (wow that came out weird). They would sit by you all day as you rant about whatever and they just say some deep stuff off the top of their heads that somehow actually calms you down. it’s great :)

ISFJ

~there’s a sort of misconception that we’re pushovers/weak since we like to make decisions that will benefit others but my isfj grandmother (and me too I guess!) was one of the stubbornest, most headstrong people I’ve ever known when it came to her morals and her loved ones.

ESFJ

~ESFJ are often represented as shallow and petty. As an ESFJ, I say that this is far from the truth.

ISFP

~ISFP seems to be a type that is often very heavily stereotyped. As with every stereotype, there are always some cases in which they hold true, however there are a few key stereotypes that I’d like to point out that aren’t universal. 

1) Not all ISFPs are artists. Due to their dominant Fi and auxiliary Se functions, they often express a strong appreciations for aesthetics as well as emotional depth. Because of this it’s true that art can be a great medium of self-expression for this type, allowing an aesthetic emotional outlet. However it is not the only career/hobby that can be enjoyable to this type. Feeling a strong connection to nature, they can often be found doing outdoor- or animal-related work. Surprisingly enough to some, many science-related jobs are often taken up by this type as well, such as various type of therapy, medical work, and more. It all depends on the individual and their unique interests. 

2) Not all ISFPs are rebellious. Being an introverted type, it’s not uncommon for them to be seen as lone wolves. Additionally, they are often seen as “different” and ones to separate themselves from the crowd due to an often-high sense of individualism. However, a very common trait demonstrated by this type that may contradict said stereotype is a strong desire to avoid conflict. If the desire to rebel against “the system” or someone important to them creates too much upset, it may be overridden by their will to keep the peace. Again, it depends on the individual. 

3) Not all ISFPs are obsessed with their appearance. Referring back to their aesthetic appreciation, looking their best can be an appealing and/or satisfying means of self-expression for this type. Being perceivers, however, they tend to live in the moment and prefer to do what “feels right” at the time, so if they don’t feel like putting in the extra effort to give their appearance that refined edge, they simply won’t do it. Not feeling the need to blend in with the crowd, they may not place a whole lot of emphasis on what others think of them and their appearance, knowing their opinion of themselves matters more, as does their rich inner life (which is not simply exclusive to intuitives, another common stereotype/misunderstanding). *These are solely my own observations and opinions, and are not by any means fact. Additionally, they are all variable and dependent on the individual, NOT universal to all ISFPs. That’s all, and sorry this was so long!

~I feel ISFPs are grossly misrepresented and confined to a more limited stereotypes than the other types. Too often they are confused with ISFJs or INFPs. For example, the typical “artist” trope got old a long time ago, I wish people would expand their perspective of what art really is and how an ISFP expresses it. Also, there is a common generalized notion that ISFPs are some hopeless romantics which I believe is false. The idea of spending our time dreaming of an “other half” to find is so counter intuitive to how fiercely independent ISFPs are. I could go on more but this submission format is weird on my phone.

~I’m an ISFP, and just because I have Fi as my dominant function, that doesn’t mean I go wild everytime someone supposedly tramples on my morals. It depends on the individual, since no Fi user probably thinks the same. (Fi, right?!) We actually are capable of sympathizing with what others have to say, to take time and listen to other’s point of view, and not impose ours on them. Meanwhile in the case of an ISFP’s emotional intensity, the very term doesn’t necessarily mean that all we do is make art and cry. We actually use them to be in tune with the world. It is a function we are very comfortable with, just like how an INTP uses his Ti to form theories and an INTJ uses her Ni to plan ahead.

ESFP

~Im an esfp and i cant tolerate the bad words to me.I could be rly shy in some situation or some groups.Im very sensitive.

~Se-heavy types aren’t the brawn to intuitives’ brains - it’s a really harmful stereotype. Most people drawn to MBTI are academic types and to imply that sensors’ value does not lie in their intellect isn’t just harmful but stupid. Se and Si are both important parts of cognition.

~I’m an ENFP and while I’m incredibly independent I really do need help sometimes. Just don’t push us. But we do love help, just not when it’s being implied as 'We can’t do it’

ISTJ

~An ISTJ I know is one of the most goofy and easygoing person I´ve ever met. They´re a pleasure to be around, they can maintain an intelligent conversation about any subject and they´re extremely handy too.

ESTJ

~as an ESTJ I understand that I an close minded and very sensible but I don’t like it when people expect me to be that way. I like to have fun and talk about weird situations too but there is a time and a place

ESTP

~ESTPs are probably the most street smart people but there are also ESTPs who are extremely smart and knowledgable academically speaking. They seem to know how to succeed and get ahead, and most importantly, how to do so while living life to the fullest.

~ESTPs are much more intelligent than stereotypes imply

~Se-heavy types aren’t the brawn to intuitives’ brains - it’s a really harmful stereotype. Most people drawn to MBTI are academic types and to imply that sensors’ value does not lie in their intellect isn’t just harmful but stupid. Se and Si are both important parts of cognition.

Bonus: Enneagram Type 7

~Enneagram 7 is not a permanently happy dumb party animal who wouldn’t know what to do with a book. Firstly, 7 is a thinking type (567). Although 7s are undeniably the least stereotypically intellectual head type, we’re still thinkers! Some 7s (784s in particular) are often negative and introspective, competing with 584s for the darkest type (7s have a dark inner world). I think Naranjo was close: the 7 is a bullshit artist, not a party animal (more sx/so 8w7-6w7-2w3). 7s are very strong extroverts, but theoretical and often ENxP, rather than ESxP (more often 8w7).

anonymous asked:

Asuna and Kirito suck as a couple. I don't understand why people like them together. Asuna is always one way or another in trouble and Kirito has to save her allllllllll the time.

I’m going to to have to stop you right there because it’s obvious you haven’t read the progressive novels or any of the other novels. So please, sit back and relax as I teach you a lesson and hopefully burn this into your brain and anyone else’s who don’t get it. I’ll pull two examples from the show and then from the novels.

(SPOILERS FOR LIGHT NOVELS 1-17 AND PROGRESSIVE 1-4)

Episode 14 and SAO Season 1 

DOES THIS NEED ANY EXPLANATION? Nobody can give me any bullshit on how Asuna didn’t save everyone in SAO. She literally jumped in front of Kayaba’s sword to protect Kirito and she ends up “dying”. 

If she didn’t do that, Kirito would have died and everyone would have to beat all the levels to 100 and then defeat Kayaba.

But that didn’t happen. Kirito was so desperate to meet Asuna in death that he ended up getting himself almost killed, then felt he should go out defeating the game, and then DOES.

It was an emotional rollercoaster to go through but hey, we made it.

Episode 21 SAO Season 1

Does this need explanation too? Asuna escaped her cage on her own in this scene. Yes, she gets caught and has to go back into her cage but she wasn’t willing to wait for someone to save her. She took initiative to get out and see Kirito and her life again. 

And yes, Kirito does ultimately save her but I believe that if he didn’t come when he did, Asuna would have tried again until she got out.

SAO Light Novel 10

LOOK AT MY BABY.

For some background with minimal spoilers: Kirito is stuck in a “game”. It’s not really a game.. you have to read the novels to completely understand and I don’t want to give too much away because it’s really interesting. 

But literally Asuna is a detective trying to find Kirito and SHE DOES. She skips school and lies to her parents so she can find him and stay with him until he gets out of the game and heals. This takes about 1 or 2 weeks.

SPOILER: She disguises herself to find out who stole Kirito away from his hospital in Volume 9 and placed him into the “game”. Why he is in the hospital is not for me to tell ..

She didn’t wait for him to turn up somewhere, so she is saving HIM.

THE BESTTTTTTTTT SCENE IN SAO HISTORY

MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS:

Asuna has to go into the “game” Kirito is currently healing in because his soul is being destroyed. Kirito has so much guilt in his heart and is very depressed (about an event that happens that I can’t say because SPOILERS) and ultimately is destroying his own soul because of it. He can’t move or talk and so Asuna gets into the “game” in an effort to save him.

HIS FUCKING SOUL GUYS

So, to anyone who still thinks “Kirito saves Asuna all time” please message me so I can give you the full extreme of my lessons.

I didn’t have enough time to write all of them but anyway.. hope you learned something.

@buryooooo

AHHHHH MORE FANFICS OH MY LORD

EXPECT ZERO!BILLxFIGHT!DIPPER IN THE FUTURE I PLAN ON MAKING FLUFF
AHHH SO MUCH FANFICS SO LITTLE TIME
BUT FOR NOW, HERES THE BROTHERS AU THING
TOOK ME FOREVER TO THINK OF SOMETHING OH MY LORD I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS IS GOING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me, and belongs to the person who created it. The only thing I own is the plot.

Also, sorry it’s short;;;; I’m writing this while I’m sick and tired and I feel like I’m dying, so I’m just gonna try and get this over with so I can take a nap or just sleep in general =^=

Also, really really sorry. It ended up shorter than I expected. Gosh I’m tired. Anyways, Imm gonna call it done, I don’t know what else to add to it. I’ll probably write something longer in the future

Classic:
Dipper - Majors in creative writing - 17
Mabel - Majors in mixed media art - 17

Reverse:
Mason - Majors in psychology - 21
Belle - Majors in fashion designer - 21

Fight:
Tyrone - Majors in sport science - 19
May - Majors in human physiology - 19

(None of the Mabel’s are in it)

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Magic Word {Calum Hood Smut}

PAIRING: Calum/Y/N
RATING: S for smut :-)
WORD COUNT: 6500+
REQUESTED: Nope

someone sent me a rly cute fluffy blurb abt calum being a single dad and i was inspire :’)) i rly hope u guys like this, i wrote it in like 24 hrs lol!! feedback is much appreciated (like…very appreciated), and if u like this, the link 2 my masterlist is at the end :-)

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A Well Documented Debacle

Prompt: ReaderxBones where Kirk gets his toe stuck in the faucet of the bathtub and calls the Reader to help him, because he’s too embarrassed to call someone else, but in the end they need to get Scotty to free him and when they bring him to the medbay to let Bones look at his toe, Bones gets jealous, but it ends in fluff?

A/N: For some reason those gifs of Karl Urban sticking microphones in his mouth kept popping during my search this time, which is not only probably quite unsanitary, but also very telling of this story and my journey writing it. 

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To You | Pt.1

Ship: reader x Jungkook

Genre: romance, fantasy, school-life, smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 5,428


You’re the new girl in town. With a grieving past and uncertain future, your days repeat and trail on into the unknown. Love. Lust. Betrayal? You’re soon to discover the city holds more than you imagined.


A/N: hello : ) I’m so excited to be sharing my first fanfic with you guys. it is a working process so I can’t exactly say how many parts are to come, though I am planning to drag this one out so sit tight andijustwanttoapologiseinadvanceforanyemotionaldistressthiscausesyoubyenow ^^


Hey. It’s me. It’s been a while… I messed up huh?

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It’s mid-June, the train doors finally opened after what felt like a journey that would never end, the summer breeze instantly consuming me, but it wasn’t the type I was used it. It wasn’t like back home, in the countryside where the air was fresh and untainted. Here, it was thick and humid, filled with the scent of newly embedded cement and some other smell that screamed pollution, that’s the city for you; Seoul city.

The past few weeks, months, had been tough on me. At age 17 I was forced to bury my own parents, all by myself. “Huh,” I thought to myself. Almost a year has gone by, yet I’m still stuck in that moment. The pain in my chest as the nurse told me I was left alone in this world, that the only people in my life were now gone, forever. “Huh” I laughed out loud this time. It’s funny how 214 days can feel like a single moment that I’m still lingering in. I feel people shoving past me as they hurry off the train and I realized I’d been standing in everyone’s’ way, wallowing in my own feelings again.

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Odin (A Binding on Ichor series)

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Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: prepare yourself for cute things

-The Morrígna- -Odin-

It would have been a simple part 2 title but good ol’ Morrigan (Non-plural of the name) wasn’t mentioned, a certain someone else in the current title was soooo…introducing a theme of Gods now. Odin forcing my hand to a new title.


Your father leaves you with two bridal gifts, one to protect you and the other to protect your home. Both help reveal just a little more about you to Ivar, but not as much as how you deal with criminals.


@superanonymousreader

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PUNISHED | part one

“You and Taehyung have been together for 3 years, and going strong. But something happens and suddenly, your perfect little world turns upside down.”

- fluff, angst, smut, mystery | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Words: 4,832

A/N: When I released the teaser, a few people thought this would be a BDSM story, based on the title, I’m sorry for the confusion. It is not. It’s a different kind of punished. 

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