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anonymous asked:

Kiss number 9! Distracted kissing bc Yuuri likes video games

could you do 9 for the kiss thing with thm playing any video game u feel like

Victor snuggled against Yuuri’s side and pointed to another character. “And her?” 

“Mercy, she’s a healer. That’s who Phichit plays.” 

“Oh, that’s why he keeps shouting at you to protect him. Who do you play?”

Yuuri flicked over to Widow’s portrait to bring her up. “Widowmaker.” 

“Ooooh, why does she come with a golden gun?” 

“Because I’m a pretty good Widowmaker.” Yuuri rested his head on Victor’s shoulder. “Do you wanna play now, or do you wanna watch me some more? Phichit might be online, and he can play with us if that’ll make you feel more comfortable.” 

Victor hummed before shaking his head no. “I’ll just watch you. I’m too comfortable to move.” Yuuri kissed his head and went into the queue for a quickplay game. 

Halfway through his first match Yuuri thought Victor was asleep. His body heavy against his. Then he felt lips pressing against his cheek. “Hrm? Getting bored already?” 

“No, no, don’t mind me.” More kisses trailed down his face to his neck where Victor became very interested with a bit of skin. Yuuri titled his head some and went back to playing enjoying the familiar feeling of breath and slight teeth against his throat. They ended up winning the match and Yuuri happily turned to makeout lazily with his fiance while Widow punched the screen for his play of the game. He didn’t even mind it when Phichit gave him a piece of his for not upvoting him and his 16K healing. 


I’ve creeped around tumblr without a blog for a long, long time now. I don’t really know why but recently I felt it was maybe time to get a blog myself after all, since I was spending so much time here anyway. I don’t know how long it’ll last – I don’t have a good track record with any kind of social media. But for now I’ll keep this little corner of the internet for myself. Which is not the point at all.

Around New Years I picked up the first of the All for the game series and since then devoured all of the books, read all of the extra content, re-read the books a couple of times and then obsessively checked for new fanfiction every day. I don’t think I’ve had a book (or books) that inspired me to draw as much since I read the Silmarillion. Since I mostly picked up the book because I saw @defractum post about it I only felt it was right that the resulting art went to her and she was kind enough to post it.

Normally I would keep it at that. Buuuuuut it kind of really annoyed me that the format didn’t really work with tumblr. So I revised it a little bit and since I’m here now, I’ve asked @defractum if it’s ok to post it again and she was awesome and said yes ^^ So here it is. Nathaniel to Neil over the ages.

(also can I say how creepy it is that the middle one looks so much older than the other ones even though I used the same base???)


What the fuck is this even?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this love came back to me

She glances up from her sketchpad, pencil freezes as her eyes follow Robert’s progress down the stairs and into the room. She takes in the jacket and gray slacks, his hair styled messily and hides a small smile. He pauses by the mirror, makes a slight face before brushing his hair back and closes his eyes at his own ridiculous behavior.

“You look alright.”

Robert looks at her reflection in the mirror, smiling slightly as he says, “Yeah?”

“For a middle aged prat, yeah.”

His laugh is short and loud and it makes her grin. It’s taken him a long time to be able to do that again. “Oi, cheeky.” He fidgets, brushes imaginary lint off his shoulders and turns. “Thanks again for sitting. I know you could be doing a million other things.”

Liv waves his words away. “I’m his aunt-slash-big sister, ain’t I? I got to study anyway. And anyway what’s the point of having kids if you can’t get them to do stuff for you every once in awhile?”

Robert shrugs. “Thought you all were only good for headaches and ulcers to be honest.”

Liv smirks, points her finger at him. “I never gave you ulcers, mate. That was all the in-laws.”

“Which you technically are.”


Robert eyes her carefully as he moves toward his wallet. “Aaron is stopping by to tuck Jacob in so…be nice.” At her glare, he sighs and gives her a pointed look. “Fine. Try not to be too much of – just don’t do or say anything in front of Jacob, ok?

Liv nods her agreement. Her anger at Aaron has calmed in the eight months since the separation. Mostly in the beginning it had been because she’d seen what Aaron leaving had done to Robert, how he’d not gotten out of bed for nearly a week after it was over. The fact that she’d had to hide it from people so he wouldn’t be at risk of losing Jacob. He’d managed to pull himself out of it for her and Jacob thanks to his sisters and Diane. But her anger had doubled in that time. Then later it was because she could not understand how you could love someone one day and just…not the next.

(She knows in her head that it was more complicated than that. Robert had even told her that it was years of issues coming to a head. He still didn’t blame Aaron and that makes something ache inside her chest that she has to ignore or she would probably go next door and punch her brother in the face.)

“Where is Will taking you?”

Robert shrugs. “Not sure. Into town, though.”

Liv nods, doesn’t say anything because the pub was out of the question (she finds it ironic that the Dingles are set against Robert dating anyone and keep trying to force the issue of a reconciliation when they’d been the first to take sides before they’d realized Robert had actually done nothing wrong) and going to the B&B would just produce awkwardness what with Diane being…Diane.

She likes Will fine. He was nice and seemed to like her and Jacob. He was funny in this weirdly quiet way that was different from Aaron. It still takes her a minute to comprehend that her loud, obnoxious big brother Robert Sugden is dating a librarian. A librarian.

(She can still hear Aaron’s soft “Robert’s mum was a librarian” when Charity has commented on the strangeness of Robert’s choice of rebound.)

She doesn’t like Flynn much but she figures she probably never will so she isn’t sussed about it because he doesn’t like her right back. Aaron is having to deal with that idiot and part of her enjoys watching him get more and more frustrated.

No one can ever claim that Olivia Flaherty hasn’t learned a thing or two about being petty from the Sugdens and the Dingles.