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[meerkats]

◉ drop a comment with one or more of your muses.
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◉ you can specify any of my muses whom you might like to play with, or I can pick.
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you know who i'm here for

[enugu]

also have this one too

[enugu]

[fledges]

[ (Continuing from here.)

Kate heads out as soon as he sends her the address. It's probably (almost certainly, definitely) a bad idea to go clubbing with Tommy Shepherd, but it's way better than being in a shitty bar where everyone is halfway to Vomit Town, so she goes. She's not really dressed for clubbing, either, but she slips through the door past the bouncer and weaves her way through the crowd anyway, looking for a flash of white hair. Tommy tends to stand out whether he tries to or not.

It takes a bit of doing to get to him, but when she does, she touches his arm to get his attention, leaning in so that he'll be able to hear her over the music.]

Hey.

[grandhighmira]

[[OOC: daughter of Dracula, signing in for duty. Gender swap of canon character, but weirdly more fun because of it]]

[It wasn't to say that Vladimira - Mira or Vlatka to those from the Old Country - was a particularly rebellious daughter. Even her fondness of not wanting to bite humans could be seen as an endearing quirk. But sometimes, just sometimes, her Father really, really confused her.]

...Dad? What are you doing with that... is that a photograph? I thought you only kept portraits?

⭐ Katsuki Yuuri ⭐ come out to play!

[playscoach]

[ It's a terrible idea and that's why Victor loves it.

Additionally he never witnessed firsthand why skating on frozen ponds is a bad idea when he was still in Russia because he was too busy skating on well-kept, moneyed rinks. Probably because of that, though, he let old movies go to his head and fell in love with the image of gliding across the ice in some moderately secluded forest, a little haven tucked away from the public eye that he might escape to with his main squeeze and have a romantic outing. A soft-filtered afternoon with his honey on nature's rink! What could possibly go wrong?!

Victor doesn't even test the ice before he's gliding out toward the middle with an idle spin, pink tinging his ears and nose already. ]

Ah, what an adorable little pond! Yuuri, Yuuri! Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?

[ Probably because he didn't want his fiancé to die horribly of hypothermia. ]

otabek;

[bespredel]

for playscoach

[onsensual]

[ This is stupid. This whole train of thought is stupid. Yuuri knows it, but it keeps swirling around in his head making circles that get tighter and faster the further round they go. It's stupid, but it's inescapable. It's suffocating him; how could it not be true?

The panic attack started as they usually do, with something small triggering a day of minor anxieties into full throttle. He woke up unsettled, but no more than usual. Unsettled, but not on edge, only enough to need to curl up against his husband for a few more minutes in the morning. Viktor hadn't let him. Once their alarm went off and Yuuri had rolled over to bury his face into Viktor's shoulder, he hummed into Yuuri's hair that it was time to get up and up he went to face the day. Full of energy like he always was, and that was fine. Yuuri could manage, he was sure of it. He always did.

He remained unsettled but not on edge through their morning jog, through breakfast. Viktor had gotten out of bed too quickly, wasn't being quite as affectionate as usual, but that was normal--it was training time, and this would be Yuuri's last competitive season. Something Viktor felt the need to remind him again, and again, and again, having gone back into full Coaching Mode. He'd reminded him a total of four times by the time he was tying on his skates at Ice Castle. That was when he felt himself slide onto the very edge of something he wasn't too fond of: unnecessary concern. Viktor, he thought, was really fixated on this being his last season, huh?

It stuck with him as he practiced, as they ran through warm ups, as he landed test jumps and failed to stick a triple toe loop they were working on. This was his last season. Three years after he said his last season would be. His last season with Viktor as his coach, and they had talked about this plenty. Yet the thought of it stuck in his throat today, and it didn't do anything but become tighter when the triplets crashed down to the rink to fill the air with commentary. Here we have Katsuki Yuuri practicing for his last grand prix circuit, do you think he's ready? Wave to your fans!! He waved half-heartedly, conditioned by Viktor's insistence that he be the best role model he could be to his fans, but he wanted nothing more than to get back to practice. He wasn't sure he could handle everything that was the triplets right now, with this pressure building. He needed to get done with practice, to breathe, to just rest with his husband and end the day. He needed to land the triple toe loop. When he did, he looked up, and Viktor wasn't paying attention. He was chatting with the girls, watching something on their phone.

It wasn't until he was changing back into his sneakers that his brain put words to his feelings, sneaking along from ear to ear like a snake under leaves, flashing warning signs and disappearing from view. He's probably getting bored of you.

It was stupid. They had been married for three years. They are in love. Stupid, annoying movie love. Love that still makes Yurio gag even though he's happily dating now. But they had gotten more comfortable being apart for more than a day, hadn't they? That was natural with three years under their belts, right? Was it? Of course it was. He breathed in, breathed out, and they left to head back to Yu-Topia.

He was tense and standoffish. He knew he was, but he couldn't help it, like he was watching himself from outside his own body. He needed a moment to breathe, to remind himself that this wasn't true, but all he could see was Viktor wanting to leave in a year or two, because Yuuri had put on weight again and gotten boring. He told Viktor that he would meet him in their usual spring and pulled away as quickly and efficiently as he could. He needed space.

The attack hit when he slid down into the water. His hands were shaking, and the heat emanating from the water was choking him. Breathe Yuuri. He isn't going to leave you, he isn't bored. This is stupid. But is it? He whimpers into his hands, his knees pulling up towards his chest, his feet up onto his perch on instinct. Viktor isn't going to leave him, Viktor's on his way right now. The seconds feel like minutes--what's taking him so long? He's getting bored, Yuuri. Fuck. ]

For Yuuri~ (in our trashy stripper au)

[fivetimeworldchampion]

It’s obvious to any who know him that Viktor’s been out of sorts. This time, he doesn’t even have the sting of a recent break-up to blame. Oh, he’s still working the floor during his shifts, smiling just so, tilting his head, and looking at customers through hooded eyes. His regulars still complain about the hair cut to which he laughs easily and replies it was time for a change. But backstage he’s more reserved than usual, a little glum when he thinks no one is looking.

He’s been this way since Yuuri’s arrival. Viktor was getting ready the day of his audition and came out from the dressing room just as Yuuri began. That was it. The grace of his movements, the raw eroticism of it… Of course one expects that in their line of work, but when Yuuri strutted about the stage and spun around that pole, there was nothing contrived about it. He wasn’t putting on a show of seduction, he was actually seducing. Viktor was transfixed.

And he’s tried to talk to the other man ever since, to no avail. Keeping to himself only makes Viktor more curious to unravel the mystery of this seemingly shy force of nature. Whether it’s by design or happy coincidence, the ritual after-work drink crowd filtered out leaving Viktor and Yuuri alone – finally! Now there’s absolutely no excuse not to chat, unless Yuuri literally runs away. Viktor would be lying if he said he isn’t giddy. He really hasn’t been this interested in someone in… a long time (sorry JJ). He felt like a teenage having a first crush, his palms sweating against his glass and his heart thudding.

Finally he throws back the last of his drink, savouring the astringent burn as it goes down and he turns to face Yuuri with a friendly smile. “Yuuri, right? I don’t think we’ve been officially introduced. I’m Viktor.”