wakes up later than usually and goes to the kitchen to angrily remind Yakov and Lila that he’s not doing anything today because it’s his birthday (not like he mentioned it about 500 times this week)
his 16th birthday so he’s practically an adult now and they can kiss his ass (maybe he says that in other words. or not)
reads a super nice text from Yuuko, a short message from Otabek with “so you have birthday today or not” and asking if they may talk later and then some really weird and creepy yet amusing posts on Yurio’s Angels forum
eats a big and against athlete’s diet breakfast that said Yakov and Lila prepared for him totally not because it’s his birthday or anything
gives a new toy to his cat since he doesn’t know when the cat’s birthday is anyway so they may celebrate together
shuts the front door in Victor’s and Yuuri faces after they start to sing him “happy birthday” in Russian
dies from embarrassment
lets them in only because they seem to carry a lot of birthdays presents with them
complains about every single one but when Victor offers to return them to store almost breaks his arm
goes to rink because Worlds still are coming and he needs to wipe these idiots out there
is lifted by Mila 16 times because of some weird tradition she heard of
swears to kill anyone who publishes a video of that on Instagram
skates a bit for fun
gets super excited seeing his grandpa watching him from the side
(it was a surprise that he’ll come to St Petersburg, Yakov paid for tickets)
eats katsudon pirozhki with his grandpa
shares some with anyone on rink too and they show him the super big cake they bought for him
eats a lot of cake telling them all how disgusting they are
shows his favourite places in St Petersburg to his grandpa and drinks some hot wine from him (he hates its taste but he’s almost an adult ok)
makes grandpa stay with him one more week
comes back home only to call Otabek immediately
tells his best friend how he’s birthday’s weren’t so bad even with all those self-absorbed morons around
gets excited when Otabek says he has something for him too
though he plays it cool
but then dies again realising this is a link to an actual playlist made only for him with songs produced by DJ Altin™
goes to sleep after listening to it about 17 times and calling Otabek to say it pretty decent
“best birthday of my life” he mutters to his cat before falling asleep
AU where Bitty never stopped figure skating and was trained by Katya - whose best friend is Tater’s mom. Bitty is, hands down, Tater’s favorite person and best friend. When sad-eyed Jack Zimmboni Zimmermann joins the team, Tater figures nothing will cheer him up like Bitty’s friendship.
I only have one comic with Panchito appearing.
I’m just gonna share all the Panchito panels (except 2 I’ll post separately) because I don’t want anon waiting on them forever, since I’ve said before that the comic is lengthy and will take way too long to translate. Here goes:
Panchito’s always the first to try out any new ride. Look how eager he is.
And here they are in casual clothes (well, Donald’s in sporty but yeah):
Donald telling Panchie his driving is ‘worse than a road hog’:
Drunk Rhys, Cass, and Az talking about their women when they get home from a night out. PLEASE.
Here you go, BFF. This became much fluffier than I anticipated it would be. Enjoy!
Collapsing on the couch, Rhysand loosened the topmfew buttons on his shirt. The sleeves were already rolled up, exposing his inked forearms and as he stared at the designs, he could have sworn the swirls were moving.
A can popped up open behind him and turned to see Cassian walking into the living room carrying two beers. Azriel was only a few steps behind him, a glass of scotch in his own hand.
“Don’t you think we’ve had enough?” He asked, even as he took the cold can from his friends hand.
Plopping down next to him, Cass took a large gulp from his own as Azriel took a seat on the fire place. “The girls are off getting primped and pampered at whatever spa Mor took them to. This is our night. Let’s enjoy it.” He held the can in the air, toasting the evening.
Truth be told, their evening had begun about 5 hours ago, in a bar in downtown Velaris. A couple of beers, turned into a few more, which became a couple of shots, and then a few more.
After Ubering home, they elected to just crash at Elain and Azriel’s new home.
As it were, Cassian was staring around the room. “So did you even get a say in the decorating?”
Az just quirked a dark brow at his brother. “What do you mean?”
Cass motioned around the room. “Dude. There’s fucking flowers everywhere.”
Azriel rolled his eyes as Rhys began to chuckle. “Right, or I could decorate my home like you decorated the apartment to surprise Nesta.”
A drunken outright giggle bubbled through Rhys’s lips as he remembered the look on Nesta’s face as they all walked into the apartment for the first time, her unknowing Cass had decorated it with the finest Illyrian war memorabilia he could find. He spent weeks returning and shipping old weapons and documents back their former homes, and soon his own home looked less like a museum and more like the place he’d live with the love of his life.
A set of hazel eyes turned towards Rhys. “And what are you laughing about? That man cave you always bragged about looks pretty good as an artist’s studio I guess.”
Rhys pursed his lips. “Touché,” he said.
The males laughed and fell into a gentle quiet.
“How the hell did we get so lucky?” Azriel whispered, breaking the silence, his speech slightly slurred.
“I don’t know, man,” Cassian said, as usual the most intoxicated of the trio. “But I’ll do anything I can to make Nes happy for the rest of my life.”
The men looked at each other, and the coincidence was not lost on them. The three outcasts who had grown up as brothers had fallen in love with the three most beautiful women who had even walked on this earth.
“There’s this thing that Elain does,” Azriel mused, leaning his elbows on his knees, empty glass between his legs. “Before I come to bed. She’ll get into my side first, and warm it up for me, before scooting to her own side to fall asleep. After I finish my paperwork or whatever I’m doing, every night, without fail, my said of the bed is warm, and my pillow smells like her.” He leaned back on his hands and looked at the ceiling. “It seems stupid, but, I don’t know.” He paused. “No one has ever loved me that much.”
Cassian kicked his boots off and rested his socked feet on the edge of the the coffee table. “Nesta wakes up at 5:15 every single morning to make me coffee.” His brothers’ eyebrows shot up. If there was one thing known about the eldest Archeron sister, it was that she valued her sleep. Cass only nodded. “She wakes up on her own every morning to get up and make me coffee while I’m in the shower. Since we moved in together, there’s been a fresh cup of coffee, made just how I like it, steaming on the bathroom counter, waiting for me when I get out of the shower. And she’s already curled up back in bed, fast asleep.” He stopped at looked at his brothers. “No one has ever loved me that much.”
Rhys smiled, thinking about how three years ago, he’d accidentally spilled his drink on a girl at the New Year’s party his friend was throwing, and today, she was his wife and somehow, her sisters loved his brothers.
“What about you, man?”
Rhys’s head snapped up at the sound of Azriel’s voice. He and Cass were looking at him, the misty haze of the liquor from the night softening his friend’s faces. “What?”
“What does Feyre do to prove that she loves you?” Cassian asked.
Rhysand sat back and crossed his ankle over his knee.
“She does…,” he paused and thought.“Well, everything.” He smiled. “If I have a shit day at the office, I come home to one of my favorite meals without having to say anything. If I’m aggravated at a client, she takes me to the gym to train instead of sitting there and getting angrier and angrier. She’s my other half. It’s not just that she loves me. I’ve never loved anyone that much.”
Cassian held his can out in front of him. “To the Archeron girls. May they never figure out how much better than us they can do.”
With a laugh, the clinked glasses and finished off the rest of their drinks, hearts and dignity intact.
Okay so, it’s Sunday and i’m out of good paper to draw anything new and everything is closed on Sunday so I can’t get more. I still have not-so-good paper that I can use for linearts but that’s pretty much it, sooo
How about we do an ask game thing or an anon hour later tonight? Some of you have been asking for one and it’s been a loooong time, and I miss talking w/ you all. I can still answer with little doodles, I just can’t paint them. I’ll let ya know!