thanks to my lovely anon for the idea

anonymous asked:

I haven't played LD before but I have seen some videos and your amazing art. I also lowkey ship Toya and Sho and your school AU is just so adorable! Do you think you could draw some more if you have time? :)

Awwww a 4th person who likes the ship!! Thank you I’m so happy you don’t mind it even if you never played the game!! :’DDDDDDDDDD 

I LOVE TO draw more ToyaSho esp in school AU HAHAHa here’s another thought about Sho’s premonition powers being misunderstood by his fellow students


anonymous asked:

Helllloooooww I love ur writings especially paper hearts and I was wondering where u get inspiration from? Thank u

hellooooooooo!! thank you so much!! :D i feel bad for saying this so many times whenever i’m asked this question, but i honestly have no idea where i get my inspiration from HAHAH i usually see like a random item or sometimes i daydream and it inspires me LOOL but more specifically, sometimes lyrics and songs inspire me too! ^_^

anonymous asked:

If your dream job is an author I say go for it. Your writing is lovely, way better than you give yourself credit for. Then when you succeed you can say thank goodness I did this instead of why didn't I. If you keep on writing like you do now I'm sure you'll do great things. Hugs and Love - Daily Anon Day 5

Thank you daily anon!

One of my favourite teachers ever, I had her for three years in a row and she was such a mother hen to us she was lovely, was actually both a teacher and a published author and I actually think I’d like to try and do both like her. I love writing but I also do really love the idea of being a teacher, I’m passionate about the subjects I want to teach and I know how having a bad teacher or not liking your teacher can make your entire year shit so I want to try and be a teacher that makes students want to learn. I have a lot of reasons why I’d like to be both a writer and a teacher.


I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.

anonymous asked:

Honestly, about Yurio & Victor, I think people who consider it "sabotaging" or whatever have the wrong idea... the point wasn't that Victor wanted Yurio to steal the gold medal from Yuri so that he wouldn't retire. This is a series about skaters that inspire each other to better themselves. Victor was hoping that Yurio's skating would inspire Yuri, and reignite his passion as a reminder of his love for skating and competing. That's what Yurio was trying to do, too. And it worked.

anonymous asked:

Imagine that husky sled au but it takes place long ago and iwaizumi is native american and oikawa had just moved to alaska

OHH ohh yes!! I like this! This is interesting too!!!
I’m still trying to figure things out. Like where this takes place, what the time/era this is, what Oikawa’s job is. Like what exactly is he researching.
So many things.

My idea so far: Oikawa is a Japanese biology scientist who has to do some research in this specific kind of weather/cold/area. So he travels to this place, getting all his equipment and research things right and looking for a guide to lead him through this cold and icy land.

Iwa is biracial with a Japanese Father and a Yupik Mother. He is an older Teenager (maybe 17/18) when his father dies and he joins his Mother going back to her homeland. Here he takes over his Grandfathers husky sled team.

So Oikawa tries to organize as much as possible from home. Like finding a place to stay and a guide. He writes lots of emails and gets some letters of refusal back. But there is this one guy who says he could do it. The name makes Oikawa sit up and listen… it’s Japanese: Iwaizumi Hajime

I have way more for this!! SO MANY HCS ALREADY!!!!

Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.


Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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Infatuation (pt6)

Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

“As shook as I was, being this close with him was oddly calming. I felt my eyes close, and my body relaxed, just in time to hear someone clearing their throat loudly in the doorway. “What do we have here?””

Genre: Fluffy? Angsty? Fuckboy!Taehyung, Fuckboy!BTS, Drabble
Members: Taehyung x Reader, All of BTS at somepoint
Word count: 3321

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anonymous asked:

Sooo, Ardyn starts to creep out the guys girlfriends, how would they react? And what would be their reaction seeing them one evening, when Ardyn comes too close, performing an auto-defense move and throw Ardyn on the floor, putting a foot on his throat and hissing: ' next time i will slit your fucking throath, you hear me?' and kick his face.

buckle up kids, i love this prompt so i’m going into detail. you’re getting mini scenarios, thank this anon cause I would have never thought of this idea on my own. 


Getting Noctis angry, truly angry, is hard. But, If you know how to push all the right buttons, and mess with the right people, you’ll have the prince seeing red in a matter of seconds. Arydn Izunia, knew every way to make the prince upset.

Noctis had frozen at the image in front, his girlfriend, who he loved with all his heart, stood pinned against the side of the caravan. Her back flush with the metal wall and her hands clasped in front of her body protective. She had her eyes shut, and it looked as if she were attempting to curl in on herself, attempting to escape Ardyn’s gaze. 

Noctis reacted immediately grabbing Ardyn by the shoulder and throwing him back, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Ardyn adjusted his hat and chuckled, “Your highness? What’s the problem? We were simply chatting.”

Noctis growled and clenched his fist, “Stay away from her.” He was trying hard not to summon his weapon, he was trying hard to calm his nerves, and he was trying hard to not scare his lover.

Ardyn shrugged and waved at Noctis’s girlfriend, “We will continue our conversation later than, dear.” The chancellor turned on his heel and walked off as if nothing was wrong.

“Noctis…” The prince turned immediately at the sound of his lovers voice, “Thanks…” She looked shaken up but other wise fine. Noctis brought his hand to her face and gentle caressed her cheek, “Did he touch you?” The prince was surprisingly blunt in his question.

She shook her head, “No, I’m okay.” She looked away for a second, unsure, before looking back at the prince and smiling awkwardly, “He just scares me is all.” She placed her hand over his. He was warm, like always, and comforting. 

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Scream as loud as you can next time. I’ll come running.” He smiled against her skin before murmuring a quiet, “I love you.” 

She fiddled with the front of his shirt, blushing slightly at the contact, “I love you too.”

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anonymous asked:

In the Alaska au Oikawa probably sucks at taking th e cold so he's bundled up within like 6 layers and Iwa is just so warm he really wants to cuddle with him.

Absolutely! He doesn’t take the cold well at all!
He did a lot of research before and he knew what was coming. But then suddenly standing there is the ice cold land was something else.

Oikawa tries his best to bundle up and and stay warm!

And I love the idea of Iwa thinking this is so funny and cute. He teases Oikawa a little and just smiles at him. Also Oikawa looks so puffy and fluffy and Iwa would love to ruffle and cuddle him. What a sweet idea. Thank you, Anon!! <3

anonymous asked:

If it's still open, maybe #80 for Chat Noir and #9 for Ladybug?

I was so excited to work on these, especially the Ladybug one, because these palettes have colors that are so different but also work together so well; great choices!

Thank you for the request!!

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晴れ着編 ChikaYou phone backgrounds 。.:☆

requested by anon (´ ∀ ` *)

YOUNG LOVE (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Request: hey can you please do something where the reader dates jerome even tho she’s a few years younger? thx ☺️ -Anon
A/N: Thanks for the idea! Many writers have done something similiar, but well, I can try to ”throw my own spoon to the soup”, as we say in Finland :D 
Words: 493 
Warnings/rating: mention of murder, mentions of violence. Nothing graphic though!


You were thirteen, when you first saw him. Circus boy, older than you, looking pissed off when he stood outside of the trailer. As you passed him, you saw bruises on his face. You got your protective mood on and opened your mouth, for asking who hit him. He answered before you even had a voice coming out.
”My mom”, he said. And from that moment, you started hating his mom. You didn’t even know her, but you still hated her. What kind of mom beats her own, dear son? You talked for a while, you told about your own, precious and even perfect life compared to his. He listened to you in awe and finally you had become friends. You were fourteen, when you was allowed to bring your new best friend to your home, visiting. His mom didn’t like it, not one bit. And so she beat Jerome, when he got back home. She was constantly drunk or then she was banging men in their trailer. And you were fifteen, when you started dating. Jerome was eighteen. Not a big age gap, but everyone assumed that Jerome would be treating you like a baby and you would get bored of it eventually.

But you didn’t. Jerome was very protective, but he didn’t treat you like you were a baby. If his mom saw you together, he only started pulling you away from her sight. But one day was different. He was getting you a candy bar, and his mom came to you. She started calling you names. She was drunk and she smoked a cigarette. You didn’t care, but when she stub her cigarette on your arm, you screamed in pain. Lila only laughed and started walking away to her trailer. Jerome came back with your candy bar and saw the red burn mark on your arm. ”Who did that to you?!”, he asked furiously.
”It’s nothing, it doesn’t hurt… ow!”, you winced in pain when Jerome touched it.
”Oh, it’s nothing? Please, Y/N, tell me who did that to you”, Jerome said and took your hand to his own.
”It was no one, I got that yesterday”, you tried to lie, but Jerome didn’t believe you.
”Y/N”, he demanded and you sighed.
”It was your… mother”, you squeezed your eyes shut and Jerome hugged you.
”I’m going to make that bitch pay”, he said and started walking towards the trailer.
”Jerome! Please don’t go there!”, you shouted but he didn’t listen.


He killed Lila. And he had been in Arkham for four months now. It was your 16th birthday today, but you didn’t care. You only wanted Jerome beside you and him making you your favorite hot drink. He would buy you presents and you would open them together. Suddenly you felt a cold wind on your back. You turned around and… saw him. He was standing in front of the window. 

 ”Hello, dollface. Did you miss me?”

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They’ll Tell Our Story (Cassian Andor x Reader)

I took this horse by the reigns and ran with it. (though I didn’t make too many redcoats redder with blood stains)

Using inspiration from some of my favourite Hamiltunes, I finally filled the Story of Tonight request! This was so fun to write. It satisfied my two major obsessions right now, Hamilton and Rogue One. It’s filled with a bunch of references. I wanted to include more, but I didn’t want it to sound cheesy, so here it is! I would really love to write more Hamilton-inspired fics! If anyone has any ideas, my ask box is always open.

This is set the night before the Rogue One squad leaves for Scarif. It bends the canon a bit, but it was necessary for the story to make sense.

Please send in your requests! My ask box is open and you can always message me. Thanks angels.




Requested: yep. Thanks anon you rock

Pairing(s): Cassian x Reader, Baze x Chirrut lowkey if you read between the lines, but also the whole Rogue One squad x Reader

Words: 1000 ish

Warnings: fluffiness and feelings


Drinks with the gang on what could be our last night alive… there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

Your beer and the atmosphere are bittersweet. It’s not a goodbye. You’ll never let that word pass your lips. It’s just a final chance to get a little tipsy with some good friends before your world changes completely.

You sit between Jyn and Baze at a table much too small for the six that perch around it. Bodhi is slumped over his second rum and coke (that boy is the lightest lightweight you had ever met) with Chirrut and Cassian on either side of him. The seating arrangement was at Jyn’s insistence (though you can’t imagine why she would want to sit between the most adorable couple in the resistance, you and Cassian.)

The bar was never very full to begin with, and has completely emptied save for your group by the time you’ve gotten the second round of drinks. The bartender slips into the back for a moment, and you take advantage of the alone time.

Standing, you raise your glass, “I may not live through tomorrow, but if I am to die, I wouldn’t have it any other way. When the children of the Rebellion look back on our success, they’ll tell this story. So, I propose a toast to freedom. To hope. To the six of us.”

The others stand, clinking their glasses against yours.

“Whether we succeed or fail, they will remember us.” You think of your friends, those that you’ve flown with since before you can remember, those that have lived through the war, those that have died, and those whose stories you tell. “They will tell our story.”

“The story of faith.” Baze looks across the table at Chirrut, who smiles.

“The story of strength.” Chirrut responds, reaching across the table for Baze, who takes his hand.

“The story of a little girl who found her way home, and grew up along the way.” Jyn smiles at you and Cassian.

“The story of war. And of love.” Cassian looks at you like he’s seeing for the first time, and you can’t help but grin. Bodhi quietly fangirls and Jyn gags, mocking you. Cassian pushes her back in her seat and leans over her to kiss you gently. She covers her eyes until the both of you have pulled away, and punches both of you lightly. “Gross.” She wrinkles her nose.

You speak up, “The story of a rebel, an assassin, a blind monk, his protector, a defected Imperial pilot, and a sniper. The story of the rebels who rebelled against the rebellion.” They smile at that. “The story of how a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower,” you look pointedly at Cassian, who shrugs, eliciting laughter from everyone, “Somehow defeated an intergalactic super power.”

“Don’t jinx it.” Bodhi looks a bit worried.

“If ‘jinxing it’ was actually something to be worried about, I’d be dead.” You assure him.

“We don’t have to worry about who will tell our story after we’re gone. We can’t control that.” Baze states. “We can only control what we do. We will succeed tomorrow. I believe in that.”

“What happens if we do?” Jyn asks. “What happens if we get the plans?”

“We destroy the Death Star.” You state.

The others are silent. If we win tomorrow, we could win this war. Peace could be restored to the galaxy. Vengeance for our dead.

We could win.

These plans are the closest thing to hope that most of us have left.

You throw your head back and finish off your drink. The others follow suit. “Another round wouldn’t hurt, right?” you say in an attempt to break the tension.

Bodhi shakes his head (which is probably for the best), but the others nod. I wave to the bartender through the glass window that leads to the back. He push through the door and I stand. “We’ll have one more round tonight. Then we’ll get out of here.”

He smiles and begins pouring drinks.

Anonymous said to dwimmerlaiks: Would you be okay with doing Aredhel in 16?

yes!! anything related to aredhel is always an excellent idea. tbh doubting at this point that im doing the palette challenge right but I’m gonna get the hang of it if I do enough of them (i hope)

Sherlock x Reader: Meet The Family

Request by anon: ‘Hi! Can I request a Sherlock x Reader one shot where the reader meets Sherlock’s parents and Mycroft? Thanks, love your blog.’

A/N: This is a great idea! Thank you for the request. This is my first request as well. x

Warnings: Panic attack.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice yell from upstairs. You sighed and climbed up stairs before putting the milk you had bought from the shop into the fridge beside a severed head. You were not surprised by body parts lying around the flat anymore.

“Y/N,” Sherlock repeated. He was putting on his long coat and wrapping a scarf around his neck. “Now the milk is there I will not have anywhere to put the thumbs!”

“Well Sherlock,” You said putting your hands on your hips. “When you start buying the milk, then you can complain where it gets put.” He rolled his eyes.

“It will go off while we are away. Don’t take your coat off, Y/N. We are going out. I have packed your suitcase and we are catching the next train.”

“I’m sorry?”

“The suitcase is on the bed. A taxi is taking us to the train station, do hurry up. I will explain on the train.”


“Sherlock answer me!” You were sat on the train, the scenery whizzing by. Sherlock had not yet told you the meaning of the visit or where you were going.

“Mind palace, Y/N,” Was his reply.

“You’re not in your mind palace! If you were you would not do it on a train as it is ‘too distracting’ and you would have told me to go away.” He sighed.

“We are going to see my family,” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry?”

“Family Y/N! We are seeing my family. My mother, father and… Brother.”

“I didn’t even know you had a brother!” You said smiling. “Sherlock this is wonderful! Wait are they like you? Will they like me? I’m not as smart as you are, is that a problem? I’m not even dressed that nice! What will I do?” You put your head in your hands.

“I’m sure they’ll like you Y/N,” Sherlock reassured you, putting a hand on your arm. “Maybe not Mycroft. He’s like me in the fact that we hate everyone. Mycroft, who is practically the British Government and I’m not exaggerating, found out about you and let it slip to my parents. So naturally, they wanted to meet my girlfriend.“ You smiled at this. You were about to ask him another question but you knew he probably wasn’t listening.


Fifteen minutes. There were fifteen minutes left of the train journey and you were stressing out. Your breathing became heavy and you were feeling light headed.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Sherlock asked raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah,” You replied with a fake smile plastered to your face. “Excuse me.” You practically jumped up from your seat and ran into the train’s toilet and locked the door. Luckily for you, it was free. Tears were running down your face and your breathing was becoming uncontrollable. Thoughts were running through your head. You managed to get your breathing under control however tears were still cascading down your beautiful face. You thought of Sherlock and what he would say so you quickly dried your eyes and made sure you looked okay before returning to him. You had never had a panic attack in front of him before so you were scared he would call you weak.

“Y/N…” He said when he returned.

“What is it?” You said trying to give a convincing smile.

“You know what it is.”

“Well I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not.”

“Sherlock leave it!” You snapped. “Sorry,” you mumbled when a look of hurt flashed across his face. He gave you a look of sympathy. “Can we just forget it happened?”



After grabbing your luggage and leaving the train Sherlock wrapped his arms around you.

“I know you’re scared of what I think of you.”


“No Y/N, let me speak. I know you think that I do not love you or think of you as weak but I do not. I respect you and you know I do not respect many people. I have not lost any respect for you just because of this.”

“Sherlock I-”

“Y/N. I thought I was not capable of love and I considered myself as heartless but you have proved my hypothesis to be incorrect. So I love you. And love is caring for someone no matter what.” You smiled and hugged him tighter.


You both arrived at the Holmes residence which was a beautiful country house. Sherlock knocked on the door and it swung open. An elderly woman stood there.

“Sherlock!” She said and threw her arms around him. “I have missed you.”

“Hello mummy,” He said as quiet as possible. ‘Mummy?’ You thought to yourself. However much he tried to deny it, you could now always say he was a mummy’s boy.

“And this must be Y/N!” She said pulling away from Sherlock. Sherlock moved out the way so you could meet his mother.  

“Hello Mrs Holmes,” You said smiling and you held out your hand. She ignored your hand and hugged you as well.

“Beautiful as well as kind. Sherlock, just wait until she sees your father!” She scuttled into the kitchen when you glanced at Sherlock who was given you a smile of reassurance.

“I told you she’d like you,” He said.

“Oh please Sherlock,” you replied. “She’s only just met me. I haven’t even met your dad or brother yet!” He was about to say something before Mr Holmes came.

“Ah this must be Y/N,” He said with a beaming smile and held out his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr Holmes,” You said returning the smile. He then greeted his son.

“Mycroft dear!” Mrs Holmes shouted to someone upstairs. “Do come down and meet Y/N”

“Why?” You heard a voice shout back. “I know everything about her already!” He had a very posh voice.

“If I say come down, it means come down!” She shook her head. “Honestly, he thinks that because he runs the country he runs this house! Well I can tell you he is not.” She chuckled. “Where are my manners? Would you like a cup of tea?” As soon as she spoke a tall man came downstairs.

“Miss Y/N L/N,” He said and you shook hands. “We meet at last. Hello Sherlock.”

“Hello Mycroft,” The younger Holmes brother replied. There was a brief moment of silence between them. You could tell there was tension between the two.

“Oh do get on boys!” Mrs Holmes said. “Y/N doesn’t need your sibling rivalry while she’s here! Now how about that cup of tea?”


After dinner, the Holmes parents had gotten the photo albums out. Sherlock had refused to stay and look at the pictures out of embarrassment.

“… And this is Sherlock when he first got his violin,” Sherlock’s mum said proudly. “He has always been a star on the strings.”

“No,” Said Mycroft. “He really wasn’t. You should have heard him when he was first learning. Dreadful.”

“Oh and here is one where Mycroft met his baby brother or the first time!” She said which shut Mycroft up.

“And this is where I leave you,” Mycroft got up and left the room.

“They were adorable,” You commented on the photos she had just shown her. “I think I’m going to go and see how Sherlock is.” You smiled at the pair and went to find your lover.

“How do you find Y/N?” Mrs Holmes asked her husband when you left the room.

“I love her,” He replied. “She is kind, intelligent, has a good sense of humour and I never thought Sherlock would meet someone who would make him truly happy.”

“I feel the same. We may even have a chance at having grandkids!”


You knocked on the door to Sherlock’s bedroom and you heard him mumble come in. He was sat in a chair at a desk in the corner of the room reading a book.

“Your parents are lovely,” You stated. “And your brother is an… Interesting character.” He chuckled.

“And I told you they would love you,” He replied. “I was right once again.”

If they had a baby...part 2

Wow guys I can’t believe how many of you liked my head canons! I went to bed last night it only had 15 notes woke up this morning to over 700 more! I don’t usually post things like this because I get nervous but all of you have been so nice in your comments! I have a few more, I’ve been thinking about Katsuo’s character for a few days now actually. Thank you for all the nice feedback as well! 

  • Katsuo is born just about three years after the anime meaning Victor is 30 and Yuuri is 27.
  • A lovely anon messaged me the idea that Mari donated her eggs for the pregnancy, meaning Katsuo has Katsuki DNA in him.
  • When they bring Katsuo home and introduce him to Makkachin, the poodle becomes a doggy body guard and sleeps besides the crib at night.
  • Victor decides he gets to be called papa and Yuuri will be called dada.
  • When JJ finally gets around to congratulating the couple on their new baby he sends a onesie with his face on it. 
  • Yuuri and Victor throw it out right away.
  • The first time Katsuo becomes sick both Yuuri and Victor are in tears because they can’t stand the sight of their baby in pain.
  • When Katsuo is given his first shot they both tear up as well.
  • Yurio is scared of being alone with Katsuo out of fear of accidentally hurting him or not knowing what to do if he needs something.
  • The Nishigori triplets proclaim themselves older sisters to him and have fun taking pictures and videos of Katsuo.
  • Once old enough he develops the habit of pulling Victor’s hair and Yuri’s glasses off.
  • Katsuo laughs the most at the faces Chris makes at him.
  • After his skating career Chris goes into acting but realizes his little nephew won’t be able to see any of his movies because they’re rated R.
  • He decides to take on more kid friendly roles and to much of everyone’s surprise he becomes quite beloved by children audiences.
  • Katsuo’s favorite stuffed animal is a teddy bear Minami gives him shortly after he’s born.
  • As he grows up Katsuo is able to speak Japanese, Russian and English.
  • Yuuri worries about how they’d explain his and Victor’s first meeting to Katsuo once he’s old enough to ask.
  • “I fell in love with your dada the moment I laid eyes on his drunk dance moves~” or “I flew all the way to Japan and met dada in the onsen! He was really surprised to see me naked!”
  • Otabek smiles quite a bit around Katsuo and often comments how cute he is. 
  • Yakov enjoys reading Katsuo Russian fairytales when he visits.
  • The “uncles” usually fight over who the favorite will be.
  • “Yuuri I bought custom made skates for Katsu~ Aren’t they adorable! See they have his name on them too!”
  • “Victor he’s 5 months old he can barely even crawl!”