wonder trade is a strange place

YOI Fan Rec Friday

Originally posted by genoza

(10/2/17)

There goes another great week of fic reading! You guys recommended lots of great fics to me this week! Thank you!

Rec’d by anonymous:
On ICE!!! by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 2.4k (WIP)
The first time Katsuki Yuuri saw Victor Nikiforov perform, he realized he had a great desire to see figure skating in a video game.
Correspondence by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 9.1k
Victor Nikiforov agreeing to partner with Penned Pals for a season, had to be the best decision of his and Katsuki Yuuri’s lives. It brought them together after all.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by lucycamui, Explicit, 3.7k
In which Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg and Victor discovers just how distracting living with him can be.
Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 20k
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
don’t worry by SASS_QUEEN, Teen, 8.2k
Yuuri gasps alongside with the crowd. Viktor did not do any jumps, spins, or anything. Viktor Nikiforov, his undefeatable champion, his naive Fiancé, his love, his everything, has simply fainted.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
a great desire to love by lily_winterwood, Teen, 21k
For some strange, inexplicable, fantastic reason, Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are trading places. Kimi no Na wa AU.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Where there is Love there is Life by rayrayswimusic, 1.3k
Snow is ice cold, unforgiving, and harsh. Yet it is also beautiful, a wonderful way to connect with loved ones. Fire is hot, painful, and dangerous. Yet it is life, beautiful and graceful.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
lie to make me like you by cityboys, Mature, 80k
It’s become a game, of sorts, to anyone privy to the fact that the pattern exists in the first place: ask Victor out at the beginning of the month, date for however many days, and wait for the end to come and for Victor to say, always: I couldn’t fall in love with you. Let’s break up.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Now When Arrows Don’t Penetrate, Cupid Grabs the Pistol by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Teen, 10k
Phichit Chulanont doesn’t know how he ended up the skating world’s wingman, but he ain’t mad at it.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
when the ice melts in the snow (that’s when you’ll love me) by lilithiumwords, Explicit, 47k
Katsuki Yuuri is the worst incubus in the Underworld. Viktor Nikiforov is his human target.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Chasing Fate by GuyBlackhand, Mature, 35k
Yuuri Katsuki was twelve when he presented as an Alpha, to the shock of his family and everyone who knew him.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Yuuri!!! on Floor by thehandsingsweapon, Not Rated, 67k
The gymnastics edition, in which Viktor is still a skater because he’s too pretty on ice and I couldn’t take it away from him. A story about how sometimes love comes slow and soft, and how hearts get bigger when they break.


Thank you all for your recs! ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎

Strange questions for muses...

1. Do you sleep with your bedroom door open or closed? Why?
2. Would you ever get completely naked for a charitable cause?
3. Cookies or crackers?
4. Kids… Precious wonders or tiny terrors?
5. If you could trade places with someone else permanently, who would that someone be and why?
6. Hiking or biking?
7. How much money would it take for you to betray those closest to you?
8. Warm, sunny days or cool, quiet nights?
9. What lengths would you go to in order to find the perfect burger?
10. Clocks or watches?
11. What are your thoughts on underwear?
12. What would you rather be named?
13. Ketchup or mustard?
14. Have you ever been on a plane?
15. Can you whistle?
16. Do you like hamsters?
17. What is the single most hilarious thing you can think of?
18. What really grinds your gears?
19. Do you live a green, eco-friendly lifestyle?
20. Okay, but what’s the deal with naked mole rats?

Character List

An up to date list of my used (or to be used) RP characters(On Balmung). Included is a short description, as well as a few major plot/character hooks that could be used to interact with or meet them. 

If anyone wants to roleplay, or plot, or anything with any of these characters, feel free to message me here on tumblr, add me in game on any of these names, ask for my Skype, or add me on Discord: dragoonslament#3865

I’m always interested in more roleplay!

Most of this will be under a read more because long post.

Lancelaux Fiermont
Once a knight of Ishgard, a Dragoon, Lancelaux abandoned his home and cause years ago, under inquisitorial circumstances. Forced south, destitute and broken, he left behind a life of honour and nobility in favour of one of necessity and crime. In search of purpose, and gil, he’s gathered a gang of likeminded individuals, trying to make their way in a world that has wronged them.

  • Ishgardian: The Fiermont name is all but forgotten, just another heretical family wiped out by the inquisition. At least as far as most are aware. Lancelaux yet lives, and recent revelations have left him with as little love for his home as he has for dragons.
  • Adventurer for hire: Lancelaux has taken to making his living in the realm of adventuring. Monster hunting, leve taking and downright dangerous, adventuring.
  • Outlaw: The leader of a ragtag bunch of criminals, Lancelaux continues to keep his ear close to the ground. He has quite the history of crime under his belt, and he’s still not above shady business.
  • The Dullahan’s Head: A tavern in La Noscea, where if word is to be believed, people can hide from the law, and freely discuss their business away from prying eyes.

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Poor Unfortunate Souls (2/?)

Anyone still interested in more of this fic? I admit I was kind of overwhelmed by the response to the first part! I never expected that so many of you would like it! I hope this doesn’t disappoint! Dedicating this one to my lovely sisters, Abelle, who inspired a part of this chapter (you will recognize it darling) & Manon, who approved the last part. Also for Bella who wondered if Regina was really topless in this, I guess you can say this answers your question…. kind of?

Still based on this wonderful edit by starscythe, here is the second part of The Epic Tales of Mergina and waterlogged Robin: (part 1 & ff link):


You’re gonna have to deal with me

It’s a few days trek to the Dark One’s castle but Robin’s pace is so fast that even his best trained men have difficulties keeping up with him. His mind is swirling with thoughts of his rescue, what the bartender told him and what to make of it all. He has heard a lot of things about the wizard living in the Dark Castle. Most people can’t even say his name out loud, they call him a beast, he leaves a trail of fear behind him wherever he goes, and yet he once put an end to the Ogres War if the old stories are to be believed, saving thousands of children from a certain death.

Robin wonders what he will find there. Making the trip to The Dark One’s territory is a risky bet, he could have tried and summoned him but he is a thief by trade and sneaking into impossible places is a challenge he can’t resist. His men called it suicidal though.

When he isn’t thinking about his upcoming encounter, his mind drifts back to the woman he is doing all of this for. It’s strange but the more he contemplates it, the stronger he feels this connection with the lovely stranger. As if there was something more there, something missing he can’t quite put his finger on. Something buried deep inside the recesses of his memory. It frustrates him to no end.

They rest just beyond the borders of the wizard’s lands, waiting for the night to fall. Robin has decided that he will go alone, he doesn’t want to risk his men, his friends’ safety for a mission he set up for himself. They already insisted to follow him so far but it has to stop now. They only accepted on the condition that they would storm the place in case he wouldn’t come back. Robin scoffed privately at the thought but he allowed it.

The sun is finally setting, the blood red orb of heat and light slowly disappearing in the horizon and they wait a while longer for the sky to be painted in blue ink with its curtain of stars.

“It’s time,” Robin announces, adjusting his bow and quiver over his shoulder.

“Be careful,” Little John warns gruffly, patting him on the arm and Robin nods.

He sets off in the dark, all his senses on alert. He knows there will be traps, maybe some magical triggers to warn the Dark One of the presence of intruders, so each one of his steps is careful, slow, calculated.

At last, he can look up at the wizard’s intimidating dwelling. The place surely is well-named, the murk atmosphere is unsettling, as if here the darkness has a physical form threatening to engulf him. He tries to get his bearings back and observes the façade, looking for a way in.

A moment later the Castle’s entrance opens and a voice echoes around Robin.

“I would say I’m impressed that you got that far without setting off any of my clever snares but I knew you were coming so that takes away some of the anticipation.” The statement is followed by a high pitched giggle that sends shivers running along Robin’s spine.

He notches an arrow and turns round slowly trying to discover where his host is hiding.

“Getting colder, Dearie!” Rumplestilskin taunts. “Was your reputation overrated? Aren’t you the infamous Robin Hood?” With a flick of his fingers, the arrow disappears from the bow and ends up in his hand surrounded by a cloud of black smoke, leaving Robin starring dumbfounded at his now useless weapon.

“It will take more than a simple arrow to bring me down, Dearie. It’s not very polite to attack a man in his own home,” The Dark One whispers right in Robin’s ear, who jumps in surprise.

Rumplestiltskin cackles. “It’s a wonder you haven’t been caught already. Reflexes not what they once were? Are we getting rusty?” He asks mockingly.

Robin’s lips are pinched, he doesn’t answer, only studies the Imp in wonder. He seems to glow in the moonlight, as if his skin was sprinkled with flecks of gold, or scales. Clad in leather from head to toes, hair long and unkempt, claws instead of nails, Robin can almost feel the madness coming from the man -or is he even still a man? - and he starts to second-guess himself.

“Are you a mute?” Rumplestiltskin inquires, eyebrows raised, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“No,” Robin drawls, tilting his head to the side in thoughts. “You said you knew I was coming. How?” He demands sharply.

The wizard scoffs, pretending to be offended by such a question. “I know many things, Thief. I know why you’re here, I know who you’re trying to find and I know what it will cost you. The only thing that is not quite clear to me yet is if you are ready to do whatever is necessary to save your little mermaid.”

Robin nods with emphasis. “I am.”

The Dark One giggles. “Well, well, well. Care to make a deal about that?”

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