there will be infinite party times

One of my absolute favorite things about Young Justice is the mind link. Seriously, just imagine all of the crazy stuff the team can do when they can actually read each other’s minds during a mission:  

- Infinite Rickrolls 
- Wally making an obvious effort to not call Robin “Dick” when they’re linked and getting really frustrated   
- Being spoiled about Christmas presents and surprise parties 
- When one member gets hurt everyone feels it 
- Dick and Wally trying to see how loud they can scream in their minds until Kaldur starts yelling at them  
- Something blows up and everyone simultaneously goes “same" 
- Everyone cringing when Conner and M'gann have really loud dirty thoughts about each other 
- Hearing Kaldur mentally sigh at least fifteen times a mission 
- When one person has a song stuck in their head, everyone gets the song in their head  
- This of course leads to the entire team becoming a silent choir as they all mentally belt out Let It Go together while beating up bad guys 
- When Raquel first joined, they learned that ”??????“ makes an actual sound in ones head 
- Zatanna thinking backwards and giving everyone a headache 
- They even linked up Wolf once just to see what it was like and they heard weird stuff like “Boy? Boy is bird?? He is puppy??? Need cuddles??? Must protect!!!” “Superboy!💗💗💗💗 Human! Best human! Best human in whole world!” “I good boy?? Treats????” “BANE BAD. KILL BANE. HE HURT BABIES?!?!?! BITE. BITE. BITE!!! I TREATS??? I DID GOOD??????” It was definitely a learning experience about how dogs work, and they also learned about how Wolf sees Robin as a small puppy in need of protection, so that was fun to tease him about.  
- Conner screams even in his mind 
- There is no privacy whatsoever, so that’s how the team learned things about each other that they will definitely regret knowing 
- Artemis and Wally flirting all the time just to make everyone uncomfortable
- Falling asleep on stakeouts leads to seeing each other’s dreams and even interacting in them
- Once Wally had a nightmare about his father and everyone saw it, though Wally had no idea and was confused when they spent the rest of the week being really nice to him
- On really traumatic missions, sometimes one member will get flashbacks and all of them see it too  
- Dick singing Bohemian Rhapsody for five hours straight 
- The team learning that M'gann curses like a sailor in her head  
- Kaldur mentally goes “WTF” so many times they lost count 
- Silently judging everyone together 

I just really love the mind link concept okay? 

Lives and Aesthetics of the Signs

Aries: Cannon ball diving into the pool, splashing everyone with water, and laughing. Yells obscenities at other drivers that piss them off. Always gets in trouble for being too loud in class. Will take any dare. Refuses to be told what to do and argues even when wrong. The life of the party.

Taurus: Sitting at the dinner table, eating, while reading a book on local edible plants. Goes for walks and puts random things he finds in his mouth. Will take any eating-related dare. Has tried just about every “strange” food known to man. Isn’t afraid of the “30-second” rule.

Gemini: Makes silly puns. Watches YouTube videos of baby animals and shows them to all of her friends. Full of questions. Constantly raises her hand in class, and can elaborate on a subject for an infinite amount of time. The one to start every conversation and the first to make friends in a new environment. Her laughter sounds like bubbles.

Cancer: Watches Disney movies way too much and probably cries during most of them. Shy. Avoids big responsibilities, often for fear of letting others down. Prefers to stay indoors and at home. Their “happy place” is inside, reading a good book, while wrapped in a cozy blanket on a rainy day. Very good at making up stories. Has vivid dreams and daydreams. Pretty good at baking.

Leo: Spends a lot of money on music festival tickets. Owns an entire shelf of different hair care products. Wears “loud” clothes and accessories to stand out. The friendliest jock you will ever meet. Great taste in the people they surround themselves with; they have no tolerance for bullies. Parties harder than anyone they know, and always posts photos of what they’re doing on social media. Probably invented beer pong.

Virgo: Owns several calendars. Maybe even a label maker. Has a blog about “Planners”. Finds pleasure in ritualistic cleaning and organizing. Great at planning events. Always prepared. Carries everything they think they might need in the purse they take with them everywhere (“Mary Poppins Bag”). Loves to write, and keeps around a dozen half-filled notebooks in her room. Very good at problem solving. Prefers to work alone.

Libra: Messy. Owns at least one exploding bin of art supplies. Creates everything that decorates her room. Verbally comments to appreciate the beauty surrounding her as she sees it. Stares into your eyes when listening to you. Can make up a conversation about anything. Talks constantly until she forgets that she’s still speaking and trails off. Reads people like books, and uses humor to explore boundaries and learn about others. Avoids confrontation. Good at lying. Can’t own a white shirt because she spills everything on it (food, paint).

Scorpio: Perpetual “emo phase”, internally or externally. Rarely talks about themselves. Can walk into a room and immediately understand the intentions and personality of each person in it, just by looking. Hard shell, soft insides. Their eyes are the only ones that light up and shine in gloomy weather. They can stare into your soul. Only sees things in black or white. Usually has great taste in music. Deeply loyal friends and partners to those they trust. Keeps a lot of secrets, both their own and of those they love.

Sagittarius: Fascinated by other cultures. Has or wants to travel to many different countries. Speaks at least three languages. Either deeply spiritual or religious. Ritualistic. Isn’t afraid to try new things. Loves mystery and adventure books. Very independent, and doesnt like feeling trapped. Has some sort of self-expressive medium that allows them to free their wings (art, music, dance, writing). Self-sufficient.

Capricorn: “Work hard, play hard” mentality. Typically very serious in nature. Always seems much more wise and mature than his peers. Has probably tried hard drugs at one point in his life. Firm in practices and beliefs. Good at keeping their word. Has one big obsession/hobby, like playing a certain game, collecting something, or working on something.

Aquarius: Has a very unique sense of humor that others don’t usually understand. Conspiracy theorist. Loves all helpless creatures and wants to protect them from the world. Activist and rebellious humanitarian. Insanely intelligent, but refuses to apply themselves to the school system. Learns very quickly. Good at public speaking. Probably the “class clown”.

Pisces: Stays home on weekends to sleep in. Has a dream diary. Typically pretty creative and may enjoy abstract painting. Musically gifted. Has been told that they “live in another world”. Slips easily into daydreams, and enjoys indulging in the fantasy worlds of books and stories that they read.

marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!


“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

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I have friends who have been searching in vain for two decades for some simple explanation of the meaning of life. I’m convinced that there is no such meaning.

I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful, and I embrace them when I can. They are part of living, and living does have a value. When we’re gone, the world vanishes forever. We lose the baseball and Vermeer, the poetry of Keats, and the moves of Fred Astaire, wives and children, brothers and sisters, the smell of dogs in winter and the sound of bees on a summer afternoon. 

Knowing you will soon lose makes living even more precious, and the older individual becomes infinitely more concerned with time. I find myself more conscious of light, because light is the most primitive measure of time; I spend as many hours possible in the country, where movement of the sun is so much more obvious and poignant than it is in the city. I arrange my social life in different ways, avoiding whenever possible the brittle chatter of cocktail parties, the strained social performances at formal dinners. I seldom read books when they are published and find myself drawn back to the classics, to a few books that I first read years ago and failed to understand and that now seem to be about my own time on earth. More frequently now, I read history, biographies, memoirs, and journals because they have the effect of lengthening my life backward into the past, and because the complicated stories of other lives layer and multiply my own.
—  Pete Hamill, “Rolling the Dice”, Esquire June 1998

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Four word prompt: “Honestly, just stop it.” xx

The alcohol that was flowing through my veins made me feel everything in overdrive, made me infinitely more sensitive. So when we walking out of the party, even though I had done this a thousand times, I was shocked by the amount of flashes that greeted us. My eyes immediately closed and I stumbled right back into Harry, who was also drunk, but not nearly as drunk as I was and he caught me as I tripped over his feet, beginning to laugh as I felt the safety of his arms around me.

“Careful, love.” He murmured before guiding me to the car and shielding me from the flashes. Once we both slid in the car I cuddled up onto his arm, resting my head on his shoulder, “You have to put your seatbelt on.” I could hear the amusement in his voice.

“If I put my seatbelt on, I wouldn’t be able to be this close to you.”

“How tragic.” He lightly pushed me away and leaned over me to pull my seatbelt across me. I leaned forward until my mouth connected to his neck and lightly sucked, pleased when he shuddered at the contact. “Wait until we get home.” He said and pulled away, but rested a hand on my thigh.

“Come on… we never have sex anywhere exciting.” He looked at me oddly, like it was a strange thing for me to say and I suppose it was because I would never say anything like this sober.

“Are you suggesting our sex life is boring?” And he slowly slid his hand further up my thigh until the tips of his fingers were just under my dress, the cool metal of his rings sending goosebumps across my skin.

I covered his hand with my own and slid it further up until his fingers were just touching the edge of my panties. “It’ll be fun.” I whispered and nipped at his earlobe.

But he pulled away, suddenly leaving me void of his warmth. “I know Sober Y/N is in there and she wouldn’t approve of this behavior.”

I smirked at him, “Sober Y/N’s sleeping.” I reached my hand between his legs and slowly rubbed over him, but he pushed my hand away. “Honestly, just stop it.” He said, but he was laughing as he did so, clearly amused by my behavior. “Just wait until we get home, love, we’ll be there in ten.”

I pouted and crossed my arms in front of me, looking straight ahead and refusing to meet his eye, “You ruined the mood, I don’t want to anymore.”

He sighed and turned his head until his nose was pressed to my cheek, pressing little kisses to my face, “Don’t be like that.” I took my hand and pushed his face away from me without looking at him. “Ow!” He said through his laughter, “Oh, you are so dead when we get home.” He growled.

My lips quirked at the corners, “Is that so?” I taunted, “What are you gonna do to me, Harry?”

His eyes lit up with mischief, “First, I’m gonna rip that dress right off—“

“No, you’re not because it’s designer.”

“—First, I’m gonna unzip that dress and gently slide it off of you.”

I giggled, “Then what?”

We were pulling onto our street now, “Then… I’m going to throw you onto the bed…” He paused dramatically for effect, “…and make love to you slowly and passionately, always gentle, always considerate of your needs because you’re my best friend and a powerful woman and you deserve to be treated with the utmost respect.”

We stared at each other in silence for a minute, waiting for the other to break, and I broke first, collapsing into laughter, “My God, Harry, you’re so kinky lately, my panties are absolutely soaked now.” I said sarcastically.

He smirked, “What can I say, I’ve got a filthy mouth. But I was serious earlier, about when we get home.” He reached over and unbuckled my seatbelt as we pulled into the driveway, and as he did he leaned in my ear and whispered, “You better run.” When he pulled away he winked at me and I started giggling as I kicked off my heels, struggling with the car door and finally running inside, Harry hot on my heels.

He tackled me to our bed as I giggled, pressing kisses on my mouth in between, allowing me time to breathe. He pulled at my hair and wasn’t at all gentle as his teeth grazed my neck and fingers leaving bruises on my back side.

“Our sex life is boring, eh?” He took a fistful of my hair and pulled until a soft moan left my lips, “Guess we’ll have to do something about that.”

I hope I’m still in time for this :’) I have been very busy these days

Last year I made a tribute about Sonic and his friends mocking on Eggman during the bday party… NOW IT’S EGGY’S REVENGE >:D And poor Sonic xDDDDDDDDDDDD I really like how his face turned out C:

This time fully digital and in animeish style :D First time drawing Infinite (urgh, even if the character looks cool it really creeps me out… it was a pain to draw him :S) and Zavoc (another pain to draw XDDDDDDDD)


Tips for Those Who Find Self-Affirmation Super Difficult:
Use other people to see yourself. Think about your best friends, favorite characters, etc who have flaws and think about how much you love them anyway. Think about how a friend or someone reading a book about you would describe you
Take it slow. I love those posts telling everyone to think of themselves as strong beautiful precious land sharks or whatever, but some people aren’t ready to believe that yet and saying the words just feels like something you’re supposed to say and not something you mean. You can work up to big affirmations by starting with little ones; “I’m pretty good at math and I have nice eyes” might be easier than starting off with “I’m beautiful and a genius”
Start off deconstructing negative thoughts. It can be hard sometimes to convince yourself that you’re great when your head won’t stop screaming “but I’m useless and gross!!” or whatever. Try to rephrasing those thoughts so you can continue to self affirm- remind yourself that most people aren’t completely awful and that there are many things that you do well
Make lists. List your positive traits, and then think about one specifically and convince yourself of them one at a time. List your goals and then the ways that your positive traits can help you achieve them. List all the times in your life where you’ve felt proud or good about yourself and use them like little Patronus memories to ward off bad thoughts.
Visualize your affirmations. It can be infinitely more effective to think about all the times you’ve been generous in your life than to merely say “I am generous.”
Spend time around people who talk to you the way you should be talking to yourself. It sounds kind of dumb, but at times even people who insult you in a completely friendly way as a joke (“are you coming to the party bitch?” etc) can contribute to you being able to say those things to yourself, even if it’s harmless. Conversely, being around people who talk to you positively can really, really help it sink in.
Figure out what tone best relays self affirming information to you. For some people, it’s the cute and non-threatening pictures of animals telling you to be kind to yourself. For some, it’s imagining the affirmations to be coming from a person or character you think of as wise. For some, it’s trying to make it sound as logical an argument as possible so that there’s no room for self-doubt. Sometimes you need them all at different times.
If using words at all to self affirm is difficult or problematic for you, try other ways of reinforcing the information. Do things that make you feel good about yourself and highlight positive qualities you have, like volunteering or creating or whatever it might be. Reward yourself when you do something good or reflect on something that makes you good. You can even self affirm through movies and music.
Sometimes broad definitions help. Try to remember that your definition of being a good person has to be flexible; it doesn’t hing solely on being a good parent or friend or boss or writer. For most people, being able to define themselves as a good person is the basis for their positive sense of identity, so try to remember that there are MANY different ways to be a good person that are not contingent upon never screwing up

170205 V App LieV – Woohyun’s Bucket List :
1. To produce an album that is full of his own story
2. To meet as many people as possible and sharing each other’s story
3. To build a concert venue for himself
4. To hold a solo concert
5. To hold a four seasons concert
6. To become an artist that get to receive long for a long time
7. To travel to Europe
8. To act in a movie
9. To earn 10 billions KRW
10. To hold a birthday party with fans

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Victuuri Fic Rec List

I love long fics (>10,000 word count) and have a bad habit of needing to organize and list my favorites. Even though Yuri on Ice is new, the fanworks are growing fast (Amazing! Wow!) Here are some completed worksI have enjoyed. 

WIPs I am following can be found here.

UPDATED: Jun 11, 2017

For this list “au” is a completely different universe and “au - canon divergent” is an au where one or both are still competitive figure skaters.
***really really enjoyed, with a brief description as to why it is a fav.
†Just added this update

I. Completed works (Summaries under the cut - there are so many!!!)

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   For @preppygothica. I laid on the fluff, and cheese factor, I hope you don’t mind :)

love your DC Valenntine @teachingpanda aka @uncpanda

You were used to your boyfriend being gone. It was just part of dating a superhero. Still there was something about Valentine’s day, and him being away that made you a bit sad. Okay, more than a bit sad.

    You had settled into the couch early in the morning, in your favorite pair of pajamas, with a carton of ice cream, and a stack of your favorite animated movies. You had plans later in the day, to order in Chinese. In short you were ready to wallow. After all Dick was half way around there was no way he would be privy to your little pity party.

    Which is why you were more than a little annoyed when a series of knocks came at half way through The Little Mermaid. You considered just muting the T.V. and waiting for them to go away, but after three minutes of continual knocking you finally gave in.

    Pulling your blanket around your shoulders, you set your face in a scowl and open the door. The scowl stayed firmly in place when you saw who was on the other side. If there was a goddess of love, then she was just being cruel, because the most perfect happy couple you knew was waiting for you on the other side.

    “What are you doing here?”

    Wally’s grin never faded, “Well hello to you too. Look babe she’s so excited to see us.”

    Artemis’ smirk played out on her lips, “I know, doesn’t she look thrilled.”

    You go to close the door, only to have Wally zoom them both inside. With a bit of a growl, you still close the door, before turning to glare at the intruders.

    You can tell Artemis is holding back a laugh when she says, “We’re terribly sorry to interupt your big plans, but I need a favor.” You raise an eyebrow in questions and she continues, “I need you to go shopping with me.”

    “Okay, I’ll bite, why?”

    “Because Wally’s been called in, and moping around the apartment is never any fun.”

    You turn to Wally, “And you’re here why?”

    “I’m meeting up with Dick and he asked me to grab something for him.”

    Your eyes go wide, before your hands go to your hips, “Wallace West, if you speak one word to him about my little pity party I will make your life a living hell.”

    He just grins, “I wouldn’t dare.”

    You nod once, “What do you need, I’ll grab it for you.”

    He just smiles, “Already did.” He kisses Artemis once before simply saying, “Later babe, and running out of the apartment.”

    You turn to your friend and ask, “I don’t suppose there’s anyway I could convince you to join my little pity party.”


You sigh, “I’ll go get ready.”

Artemis drags you out to several stores and the salon. By the time your nails are painted, and your hair is done you’re feeling a lot better. You’re halfway through a Guarana when Artemis finally asks, “So what had you feeling so down? You don’t usually get like this.”

You take another sip before responding, “Dick’s been gone a lot lately, either with Wayne Enterprises or the Team. He’s missed Thanksgiving, Christmas, and even his own birthday. Usually I’d just hang out with family or friends, but Valentine’s day isn’t really the day for that.”

Artemis smiles, “Are you happy?”

You smile, and nod, “Yeah. I miss him, a lot, whenever he’s gone, but I love him. I love waking up next to him, and spending time with him. Our date nights are always amazing. He puts so much effort into making me happy and making sure I feel loved.”

Artemis just smiles. The two of you hang out for another hour before she has to go, “I’m watching Lian for Roy and Jade.” she says with a grimace. A well deserved one in your book. The girl had just hit her terrible two’s and she was a menace if you had ever seen one. A cute menace though.

Feeling infinitely better, you walk home, ready to clean up the remnants of your pity party, only to find it done. And there in the middle of the coffee table a big golden box, with a nice black bow wrapped around it.

More than a bit curious, you move slowly towards the box, and pluck off the card attached, and read it, “To my Valentine, a little something to wear out on the town. Love, your lovebird.”

Your heart skips a beat, at the possibility that maybe, just maybe your lovebird had prepared a surprise for you. You quickly change into the pretty skirt and flowy top, before slipping on your favorite pair of wedges.

Not even five minutes later there’s a knock on the door. There dressed to the nines was Alfred Pennyworth. You had known the man since your teens, and had probably spent more nights staying up talking with the old butler than any of your girlfriends. You had a special bond with the man. So when he simply offers you his arm, you take it without a second thought.

It’s a quiet drive to wherever he’s taking you. A companionable silence. It was comforting. So when he pulled up in front of a rather large garden you can’t help but stare at him. The butler simply smiles, opens your door, and says, “Follow the rose petals.”

You smile at him before asking, “Should I skip?”

He glances at your feet, “Only if you want to twist your ankle.”

You let out a quick chuckle before following the path. It takes you through a wonderful garden. Until it leads you into a maze, that reminds you a bit of the one in Alice in Wonderland. Then you hear it, the soft music playing the background, and as you turn the final corner you see him waiting for you.

He’s dressed in a suit that probably costs more than your car, and holding a bouquet of roses that is simply magnificent. Sitting on a table set for two is food from your favorite Chinese place. The same one you had been planning to order from earlier in the day. You can feel the first few tears start to fall, and you see Dick’s smile widen just a bit, as he approaches you and pulls you in for a hug, before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Those are happy tears right.”

You nod, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.”

He smiles before leaning down to kiss you properly, “Happy Valentine’s Day Pretty Lady.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day my Lovebird.”

anonymous asked:

hnnghdh here we go. im embarrassed ;; Your breath hitches, and you know your shock is expressed on your face when Jesse's face changes too. You turn away from him suddenly, surprised by how much his words stung. "Right, well," you bite out, ashamed out how your voice wavers slightly, "I'll just go, then." (1/2)

You hear McCree call your name but you’re already out the door, heading quickly to your room. Jesse feels dread settle heavy in his gut, wanting so badly to apologize. Whether it’s his pride or his shame, however, keeps him from seeking you out for three days, until he can’t stand not being around you anymore, hearing your voice or seeing your smile. He doesn’t care anymore, he’ll beg you for you to come back if he’ll have to. (2/2)

Communication (Drabble)

“Listen to me, Jesse!” you shout, nearly hitting a a cabinet when you swing your hand out. “You can’t keep using Deadeye like that. It wasn’t made to support that sort of recklessness.”

“And I’ll use it however the hell hell I damn well please,” he shoots back just as harshly. You could see his eye twitch violently and his face wince in pain, and you suck in a breath, cold fear gripping your chest for just a moment before a hot wash of anger takes it over.

“Look at you, you can barely look me in the face!”

“I’m lookin’ at you just fine.”

You have to resort to pleading, anger giving way to desperation. “Please, Jesse. Let me do my maintenance on it. Your optical nerves and the rest of your body can’t handle this right now.”

“It’s workin’ fine.” 

It isn’t, it’s consuming far too many resources for its function and is creating an undue strain on Jesse’s body. He’ll be without sight in his eyes for a couple of days, but it’s not like he has a mission or anything. You didn’t know why he was being so stubborn about it. Just the same way he doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t stop nagging–it’s happened before and has always gone away. A minor glitch from a piece of older, but still reliable, technology. Upgrades has always caused him more bad than good–too many bugs and unknowns, and the adjustment period was awlays far too troublesome. No, he’d rather stay with its current state.

“Jesse, you’re going to get killed like this! What if it breaks down in the middle of a fight or it short-circuits? Just let me–”

“Well, if y'didn’t install it so shittily, we wouldn’t be havin’ this conversation, now would we?” The words shot out of him faster than a bullet, and he didn’t even have time to regret it–his ma always told him that he runs his mouth too much. He could only watch it all fall apart.

Your breath hitches, and you know your shock is expressed on your face when Jesse’s face changes, too. You turn away from him suddenly, surprised by how much his words stung.

“Right, well,” you bite out, ashamed at how your voice waves slightly, “I’ll just go then.”

You hear McCree call your name, but you’re already out the door, heading quickly to your room. Jesse feels dread settle heavy in his gut, wanting so bad to apologize. Whether it’s his pride or his shame, however, keeps him from seeking you out for three days until he can’t stand not being around you anymore, hearing your voice, or seeing your smile. He doesn’t care anymore, he’ll beg you for your to come back if he’ll have to.

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Yuri on Ice Fanfic Rec List

Here are some of my favorite YOI fanfics so far! :) This list will be updated often! If you have any suggestions for fics that I can add, feel free to message me. 

Last update: April 23, 2017

My organization is kinda weird and all over the place right now since I’m constantly updating this, but basically it goes from my favorites of all time from each ship, and THEN to the rest of the series, then to the multi-chaptered fics, then to the one-shots.. If that makes sense lol. Sorry. ^-^’;

Also, let me add: I was originally going to list how many chapters each fic has, but some are currently ongoing! Therefore, only the series/fics that are COMPLETE will have the number of chapters listed so that I don’t have to update this every day. :) And another thing: I have fics separated by the main ship. However, many of the Victuuri fanfictions I have listed also have Otayuri on the side as well, so I apologize if some of you don’t really like that too much. Thanks for understanding!

Note: Most of these are explicit rated. ;)

Update: Removed the majority of my “notes” sections, because my wording just bothers me lol. 


————- Favorite Victuuri Fics ————-

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood and MapleTreeway

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 13

Words: 186,584

He’s finally here in this lovely and quiet little beach cottage, and the rest of the year seems to stretch out infinitely before him. Time will pass, though, and it will pass faster than he realizes, but in the meantime he will stop worrying about writer’s block and deadlines and not even having the foggiest clue what his next novel’s going to be about, and live.

New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.

And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are.

Victory of the Night by c0rnfl0wer

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Meet Me By the River:

Chapters: 1

Words: 11,527

Every Kupala Night has come and gone without his attending, but now that Viktor Nikiforov is getting older and taking over the position as leader of his village, he has to start taking his life in a different direction. He wasn’t sure whether he expected anything at all in this way. But when Yuuri catches his wreath, he finds the path he had always longed for.

Historical/Mythology AU based on Slavic mythology and traditions, specifically Kupala Night - a midsummer celebration involving merrymaking in a few different ways.

Part 2- Ivan da Maria:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Rusalka: a living-dead aquatic spirit in folklore that varies in their attitude toward humans.
Navka: a subdivision of the Rusalka, known for its charming cruelty.

Viktor never minded when human civilization built up around him, or when other spirits began sharing the waters with him. He easily dominated every tradition that the centuries presented; that was what he minded. No one wants to be known for tragedy. No one wants to be subjected to loneliness and despair forever. No one wants to drag their beloved one down. Everyone wants a happy ending, even if it isn’t in their nature.

Separation Anxiety by Okaeri_Kairi

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter. Main fic of the Haven series.

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Deep in the dark, unsettling back alleys of St. Petersburg, a network of rival families makes up the heart of the mafia that runs the city’s underground. Of these, none is more feared than the Nikiforov family, an infamous group that is said to be led by a man of cold blood and steel. Viktor, the son of the previous boss, knows only too well just how frightening this man is.

He is, after all, married to him.

Notes: Mafia AU. Major content warning for rape/non-con, as well as child abuse, suicide mention, torture, and a LOT of violence.

Rivals by Reiya

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches:

Chapters: 14

Words: 197,690

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Part 2- Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Viktor doesn’t remember the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki.

This however, is what Viktor does remember…

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

Set at the start of the series, if Yuuri and Victor had never met at the banquet and Yuuri never skated Victor’s routine.

katsuki_fc wrote by tetsurashian

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 7

Words: 12,744

Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t.

(aka a social media fic)

My Notes: Social media format. This cured my post-episode 12 depression.

Masquerade by Ashida

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.

“Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn.

Notes: Mafia AU. Content warning for violence, blood, gore, etc. 

Faded by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 6,283

Victor knows only two things: that he’s very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.

Notes: PORN. VERY, VERY GOOD PORN. This is my favorite oneshot of all time and I HIGHLY FREAKING RECOMMEND IT. This oneshot is my #aesthetic and if it was a person then I would marry it, no questions asked. The line about the skyline is what got me tbh I am so wEAK for that type of sappy shit and it was such a visual line that I could picture the whole setting clearly in my head and hoooooo I just REALLY love this fic. 👌👌👌 Read it now.

Trembling Hands, Smooth Jazz, and You by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 10,785

Yuuri swallowed past the tightness in his throat, “Am I the one being interviewed now?”

“I just want to know more about you,” Viktor responded. “You write so much on your blog and within media, but none of those words are ever about yourself.”

Music filled the momentary silence. “There’s not much to say,” Yuuri eventually answered.

“There’s always something to say.”

Notes: Journalist AU.

10 Kinks Challenge by anirondack

Rating: Explicit:

Type: Series

Parts: 10 (too many to link here, sorry!)

Words: 55,570

10 fics about 10 kinks for Victor/Yuuri. 

centripetal force by braveten

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 10

Words: 85,800

Victor speaks seven languages.

(Physics isn’t one of them.)

Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

the death of a bachelor by exile_wrath

Rating: Teen and Up (may be subject to change?)

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Victor is at the top of the (criminal) world, and ends up falling for the hot bartender that works at a Giacometti speakeasy.

Alternatively: In which Yuuri is a bartender with a thing for the hot patron which could probably kill him but also wants to have sex with him. To be fair, Yuuri is pretty down to sleep with him too.

But things don’t go as planned, sometimes, and rather than Victor finding someone to warm his bed for a night, he finds Yuuri, who offers him an intimacy and care that he had never thought he’d have. And in turn, Yuuri finds someone achingly lonely but willing to open his heart so they can both be together in a way they had only dreamed of.

————- More Victuuri Fics ————-

Of Love and Other Emotions by smudgesofink

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Series

Part 1- Fascination: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,198

Victor didn’t understand it at first but Yuuri has such a deep fascination with every part of his body.

Part 2- Silliness and Stolen Shirts: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 2,764

“You’re,” Victor begins in a stammer, and wait, are the tips of his ears turning pink? “You’re wearing my shirt.” Yuuri looks down at himself once again, and sure enough, it’s Victor’s wine red shirt that’s hanging off his body.

In which Victor is weak for the Boyfriend Shirt, and Yuuri doesn’t realize he is, too.

Part 3- Hold Me Tight: 

Chapters: 2

Words: 11,556

Katsuki Yuuri is not a tactile man. Anyone who’s spent a minute with him can tell you that much.

Victor, however—

To say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century.

So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience.

(Alternatively titled: Five Times Victor Hugs Yuuri, and the One Time He Doesn’t)

Notes: Content warning for homophobia in part 3.

Quad Lutz by iamalivenow

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Victor falls in love with Yuuri every single time they touch each other.

Yuuri loves him from the beginning.

Notes: Kinky.

In Regards to Love by martialartist816

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A 

Each chapter is a drabble for either Eros or Agape. These drabbles tell stories of Victor and Yuuri, ranging from all sorts of AU’s. The songs are what they skate to during their duets.

Notes: My favorite drabble is the summer camp one. :)

Spurious Beauties and Excellencies by pseudocitrus

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,674

No one seems to find all this touching unusual at all, even though the mere thought of anyone thinking so is enough to make Yuri feel like he’s replaced his face with a pool of lava.

Notes: Porn.

Patience by martialartist816 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,505

“You said you wanted me to do something that would excite you.” Yuuri’s voice sounded cool and even above him. Victor suspected he wore a small smile. “This is what I thought of.”

Notes: Two words: Bottom. Victor. :) I actually read this when I was out at dinner with my mom and her gf. It was a very good dining experience! :D

Talk to Me by SuggestiveScribe 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,929

There was a bouncing shift of weight, and suddenly a silky voice was at Yuuri’s ear, “Hey Yuuri, is it possible you like when I speak Russian?”

Yuuri groaned.

Viktor’s lips ghosted right beneath Yuuri’s ear, gently sliding over the sensitive flesh of his neck, “I can speak Russian to you, if you like.”

Watch by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,869

“You have pretty legs, Yuuri.”


Distraction by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,968

“Yuuri, let’s not think about that,” Viktor said, holding out his hands. Yuuri set his other skate aside. “You should take your mind off it; maybe seek a distraction–”


“–Anything to disengage from the nega–” Viktor stopped, blinking. “Wait, what?”

Yuuri rose back to his feet, moving to stand in front of Viktor. Emotion burned at the edge of his irises, and in the limited light his stare flashed more crimson than brown, “I said, ‘okay’.”



From Almaty, With Love by BoxWineConfessions

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- From Almaty, With Love: 

Chapters: 13

Words:  71,776

It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.

It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.

“You’re used to the noise?”

“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”

Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty.

Part 2- Line and Verse: 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuri was once told that the best stories have no ending. Otabek has never had a problem in turning the page and beginning a new. Together, they write new chapters.Prequels, sequels, and oneshots from the “From Almaty With Love” universe.

Lame-Ass Handjobs by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Handjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,792

Otabek is too damn perfect. Plain and simple. It frustrates Yuri to no end, but he loves him all the same.

Part 2- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Blowjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,392

A sequel fic, following how Yuri and Otabek celebrate first and second place at the Cup of Canada.

Eyes Like a Soldier by emblems

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Series

Part 1- Run in My Veins:

Chapters: 2

Words: 1,602

Fifty sentences for Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky.

Part 2- Play to the Fullest: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,699

Yuri suggests they ditch the banquet early. Otabek, of course, can’t find it in himself to say no.

Notes: I read this series when my brother was getting his first tattoo. Pretty neato.

OtaYuri A/B/O Series by i_like_my_eggs_benedict

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- You’re Worth It: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 8,173

“Yuri Plisetsky hated heats. Everything about them. The confusion, the mess, the inconvenience. But most of all he hated feeling vulnerable, like a wounded animal left on the side of the road. He bemoaned the fact he had presented as an omega every single day of his life. Even more so when he was in heat.He only slightly stopped feeling complete and utter contempt for his biology when Otabek Altin presented as an alpha. 

Part 2- In The Moonlight: 

Chapters: 1

Words:  2,491

A sequel to You’re Worth It.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.

Nothing More Than What We Have Now by Ren

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 2,819

"Just kiss me,” Yuri murmurs against Otabek’s lips.

Otabek’s whole body is drawn tight with want. “It’s never just kissing with you.”

Notes: Quiet sex while Grandpa is in the other room. ;)

Multiple Pairings:

Yuri on Ice Omegaverse by DomesticProwess

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- No Man’s Land 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Presenting as an omega was one of the single most traumatizing events in Yuri Plisetsky’s life. As he struggles to move forward with his relationship and career, he learns that coming to terms with himself and his past is harder than he ever would have dreamed. AU take on life after the Grand Prix Finals.

Part 2- Love or Something Like It

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Present. Bond. Pregnant. Repeat. The cycle of an omega that Yuri had hoped to never fall into. He was given no choice.

A companion piece to my story No Man’s Land, in which Yuri is bonded with Victor as a young omega and has his first child at the age of eleven.


ice gays by LuckyStarship & MikeWritesThings

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

There’s an esteemed academy dedicated to ice-skating somewhere in Alaska. It’s open to all nationalities, religions, and more. A certain group of students has a group chat entitled 'ice gays.’

It’s Mila’s idea.

Notes: Texting/group chat format.

And that’s it so far! I will be updating as possible. Once again, if you have any fic recs for me that I should add to my list, please message me!

mino; in every lifetime

Originally posted by choiseunghyunn

Based on a prompt for a Soulmate! AU: The last words you’ll ever hear them say are written on your skin, meaning that you’ll never know who your soulmate is until you lose them.

Sidenote: Angst, scenario of 3.2k words. 

They weren’t childhood friends, high school sweethearts or anything like that.   

“I wish I met you sooner.” he’d say, prompting a walk down memory lane of the first time they met –her favourite story out of the infinite they shared.

It was the July that fell on her last semester of college, a night that was never supposed to be but of thesis revisions and brain wrecking flash cards for finals that were just around the corner.  

“Oh have a bit of fun!” her friends disapproving her safe choice of plans, practically dragging her out through the dorm’s hallways in a midst of hushed giggles and careful footsteps.

She liked to think that she was socially acceptable for pretentious-frat-boy hosted parties and they weren’t all that bad if she managed to keep up with her group of friends, with the aid of a cup of cheap beer, or two. However, it wasn’t what she had in mind when they pulled over a beach house, already crowded by muddy four wheelers and huge SUVs parked by the vast perimeter of the property.

Her curiosity, spluttered out as a series of worried questions were dodged away by, “He’s our senior, remember? Of course you don’t. We’re all invited, now stop worrying will you please.”

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Leading Suspects: Epilogue

Well, here we are. It’s been quite the journey, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, especially you, @peetabreadgirl! There’s a strong chance I’d be crying in the corner over something fic related without you in my life. Clearly, you’re my Johanna. ;-) The story will be up on AO3 and in its entirety by the end of the week. I’ve been posting chapters five at a time, so if you follow me over there, I apologize for the flood of notification e-mails. Will make one more post here once it’s complete on the other sites. Smutty MCSmutterson out!

“Do you think they’ll serve pie?”

“Don’t eat the strawberry if they do. Just to be safe.” I smother my laughter at this and lean back against the trunk of the apple tree I scaled half an hour ago, the speakers below me unaware of my presence.

The funny thing about gossip and scandal is that it’s a stupid, fickle thing. Two years after I returned to Twelve Willows to propose a joint Daily Fix and bakery franchise to Peeta and ask him out for real, so much has already changed, and yet so much remains the same.

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the signs as: types of homestucks

aires: devoted minor character/niche fan- felt, midnight crew, dancestors, ancestors gaurdians, ect

taurus: lyricstuck/art/amv/animation god, upd8 art, panel redraws, iconic comics that get dubbed

gemini: been there since problem sleuth, gets all the programming/gaming/pop culture references, weird hussie stories/images, loves the first few acts

cancer: overexcited middle schooler, bucket jokes, you can’t fight the homestuck, troll quirks, “fuckass,“ just wants to have a good time

leo: classpect/quadrant analysis and headcanons, blood caste analysis, bloodswaps, fanon, elaborate aus

virgo: aesthetic gay ships/femslash, fanfic, infinite array of apperance headcanons, sadstuck

libra: unforgiving stream of shitposting and memes, irony, sbahj, gif parties, hiatus edits and insanity, how do I live

scorpio: The Vriskcourse™ among other discourse, forum debates locked by moderators after 4000 pages

stagittarius: tentabulges. xenokink. sexcanons. gave the fandom its reputation for porn

capricorn: 100,000,000 fantrolls, half-finished fanventures, fandomstuck, msparp/cherubplay rp, ask blogs

aquarius: “I’ve read this entire comic 13 times, listen to my wild 20 page theory using evidence you never noticed, weird parallels and obscure cultural references”

pisces: finishes cosplays within hours of an update, flawless paint/makeup, con photoshoots, “seal your paint!!”

bonus: ophiuchus: joined after the ending only to discover a fading realm of salt and shitposting, just wants to talk about the comic, actually liked the ending

Olicity - Birthday party (Drabble)

Summary: Felicity is organizing Oliver’s birthday party. After 5 years in Hell and another 5 years saving the city clouded by darkness Oliver memory of the passing of years had ame void and forgotten. Not this year, the Mayor of Star City birthdate would be celebrated.

The planning was harder than she thought. It was not the planning, nor the organizing but the keeping it a secret. From Oliver of all people.

To her infinite happiness they had found the balance. They were on the same page, every time, and when they weren’t they talked and got an understanding. Hiding anything from him was hard.

But it didn’t matter, it secret would end soon enough, and Oliver would love it but still, it was something she was hiding and Oliver was clever. Clever enough to spot her cover up.

“Any news?”

Controlling her sense of urgency, Felicity presses send on the message she was typing to the caterer.

“Nothing. And Star City is calm.”

“We got them all?”

“Doubt it. But they are either hiding or just left town.”

Oliver stands hovering at her side. His usual stance, she was reading way too much on it.

“SCPD is still out there. People need to see them. To feel safe.”

Felicity nods distractedly.

“Hey, you okay?”

The softness of his voice adds to the hand on her shoulder.

“Just frustrated.”

Oliver smiles. And she loves his smile, she missed it more than she thought.

“You’ll get him.”

“Probably too late. Like before.”

Felicity hears his intake

“Hey. It wasn’t your fault.”

She still wasn’t sure of that. Something had triggered the EMT and she was sure it was something she did.

“Not so sure.”

“Chase put the bombs in here.”

With that she fully agreed.

“And yet we aren’t closer to get him.”

“He’s close. You will find him.”

Oliver’s phone rings. Felicity doesn’t catch the words.

“I need to go. Will you be okay?”

Felicity smiles. He’s still afraid Chase will come storming inside the Bunker. He could, of course, but this time it wouldn’t be that easy.

“With all the traps I set up with Curtis? Of course.”

For a moment they eyes lock. For a moment Felicity wishes Oliver would kiss her. For a moment she can feel Oliver wants the same. But they both know Oliver is not ready, not yet. And it’s with a smile that Felicity shows she’s still there waiting, for him, for when he’s ready.

Felicity’s phone rings as the elevator doors close. The image on the screen has her reaching for it in haste.

“Thea. I need you.”

“You are going with me.”

“I have a killer to catch.”

“It can wait… in fact it can’t, but doesn’t matter. You have to eat and I need someone to go with me.”

“Take Felicity.”

“Felicity won’t do.”

“Don’t be mad at Felicity. I asked her to do it.”

“I’m not mad at Felicity.”

Thea kept following Oliver along but now she stopped him

“But… wait what did you ask her to do?”

“To undo whatever you two had done to Susan.”


Thea struggles to form words

“You asked Felicity to do that? How could you?”

“It was wrong it should be corrected. No one better than the persons that did it. Being you were unwilling.”

“You asked Felicity, to do it.”

“And she did.”

Thea turns away with Oliver on her heals

“As she should.”

“I don’t know what’s worse. You asking her, Felicity doing it, or you not seeing how many levels of wrong that was. How it must have hurt.”

He never thought about it. At the time Felicity was so far, so terribly far away, everything was so impossible but now he saw it.

“At the time she was…”

“…over you? I would laugh if it wasn’t so pitiful that you ever thought that. Or her.”

Thea was already at her car.

“Get in.”


“I need you to come with me, Ollie. Please.”

She had won she knew it the moment she heard the sigh.

“I can’t stay long.”

But he would.

The building was light up. All of Oliver’s friends, acquaintances and coworkers were there.

“I could have gotten him. It would have been much faster”

Barry plan would have worked on anyone except Oliver.

“He would turn you into a pretzel, Barry.”

Felicity had to laugh at Cisco. She was glad they were here. She had no idea how Oliver would react and having friends, close friends, helped.

“He’ll be thrilled, Felicity.”

Diggle and Lyla stepped closer.

“I know.”

But she didn’t. Inside she still felt that maybe it was too much too soon. Diggle and Lyla smile trying to ease her nerves. Didn’t help.

“Looks like all the city is here.”

Oliver canvas the entrance while Thea locks the car.

“Only missing the Mayor.”

“The Mayor is a bit busy at night.”

“Tonight he’s busy here.”

Oliver walks in the room and after a moment it all goes silent. He has been getting used to being the center of attention again but not like this. Everyone looks at him expecting some reaction he can’t fandom. It’s Thea that gives him the clue.

“Happy birthday, Ollie.”

The room explodes and only now he remembers. It’s his birthday. Over the years he almost forgot. But someone remember and he knows better to think it was his sister. His eyes search the room until he finds her.

Getting to her is harder. Compliment after compliment, handshake, hug. He loses track of all the faces. Until he finds the one he wants. She had met him halfway.

“You did all this.”

Felicity nods.

“Are you happy?”

“This was what you were hiding from me.”

“I hope I’m forgiven.”

The “I love you” is right there. Threatening to come out.

“Thank you.”

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