lion roars are not as powerful as some guy named frank with a trash can
I’M FUCKING WHEEZING
I liTERaLLY CAnT BTeAtHE
Victor, Guardian of Night, is trying to flirt teach Yuuri, new born Guardian of Twilight, how to manage the flow of Time.
A drawing and animation i did for the Yuri on Ice Reverse Bang.
Story Idea: The universe is not as young as it once was, now everything follows its own order and rhythm. Every now and then a new star or planet was born and lined up, by a superior Guardian, in their assigned rhythm. Nobody expected nor lost a thought that a new Guardian could be born this late in time. It was like a small miracle. The high council instructed the Guardian of the Day and the Guardian of Night to inspect the new temple of this newly born Guardian.
A Story about Guardian of Twilight Yuuri being completely new to this world, Day Guardian Phichit finally finding a best friend in him and Night Guardian Victor trying his best to sort out his new feelings while making Yuuri understand that his flirting is not a normal behaviour between Guardians.
my first mermay art this year ( /)•A(\ )
This is Shakespearian.
I never want to see another post about environmental storytelling.
Sometimes I forget about how fucking weird TWEWY is when you think about it.
Like
- In order to come back to life, you have to fight soul-destroying graffiti monsters named after music terms using the power of friendship and fashion.
- One of the characters uses a stuffed cat to beat the shit out of said soul-destroying graffiti monsters.
- The soul-destroying graffiti monsters are also controlled by dead demigods
- Wearing pins gives you superpowers.
- The brands you wear are literally life or death decisions.
- Buying items from shops can get shopkeepers to fall in love with you.
- One of the villains in the game is obsessed with food puns and constantly makes them.
- Another one of the villains is obsessed with math and even activates his most powerful attack by reciting the entirety of pi.
- There’s a mini game based around a Beyblade parody.
- There’s an entire alternate universe based around said Beyblade parody.
- Japan is saved thanks to one kid becoming less of an asshole.
- The god of Shibuya is actually an effeminate asshole who makes innuendos on the side and constantly flirts with the protagonist.
Don’t forget:
- You can eat a real meal once a day and then you have to pop vitamin supplements for additional nutrients.
- In order to come back to life, you sometimes have to be a successful marketer and advertiser.
- You’re not just recommended, but required to participate in mental manipulation.
- You can literally throw cars and no one will notice.
Eurovision 2016: Justin Timberlake
what Europe still remembers: LOVE LOVE PEACE PEACE
Eurovision 2019: Madonna
what everyone wants to see: Mans, Eleni, Conchita, Verka
For those asking for the translation:
Oopsie doopsie! The twain is bwoken. We awe wowking vewy hawd to fwixt it. Maybe it’s bettew if you cycle.
Oh god, it burns my eyes.
Well, I tried to translate it as well as I could and am currently regretting some life choices.
This is like if the tumblr staff were in charge of a train station
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doomy
this is abstract impressionism
“–tor? Victor!”
He snaps out of his thoughts, blushing when he feels Yuuri’s hand on his cheek. Yuuri’s close, and his beautiful eyes look at Victor with worry, while a tiny wrinkle between his eyebrows makes him look so kissable that Victor has to blink forcefully to get rid of the vision that appears before his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Yuuri asks, moving his hand from Victor’s cheek to his forehead as if to check his temperature. “You seem a little out of it. And your face is warm. Are you getting sick?”
Victor clears his throat, blushing harder. “No, I’m, I think I’m fine. Maybe a little tired.”
“Ah,” Yuuri smiles, full of apologetic beauty. “I probably shouldn’t keep you up for long then. You need to rest or you’ll get sick for real. I’d feel awful if it was because of me.”
He retracts his hand, but Victor chases after it and puts it back to his cheek. He sighs happily then, smiling as he says: “Oh, Yuuri. I’ve been sick since the day we meet… lovesick.”
He winks, and Yuuri blushes, and–
The whistle of the kettle Yuuri has put on the fireplace startles them both. Yuuri jumps to his feet to finish making their tea, and Victor sits there, sulking. He’s still sulking when Yuuri comes back and sets a cup of delightfully smelling tea before him.
“Why the long face?” Yuuri asks.
“Iwanttokissyou,” Victor mumbles so softly that Yuuri must have not heard him, because he simply cocks his head to the side, looking at Victor for answers. “It’s nothing,” Victor explains with a sigh. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing when you’re pouting,” Yuuri replies. “Victor, you… you know you can tell me, whatever it is, right? I can’t promise to help if it’s beyond my power, but I can always listen?”
“How are you so lovely?” Victor complains, and slumps onto the table. “You’re so unfair, my Yuuri.”
“How’s that unfair? I just want to help, if I can,” Yuuri says, and smiles when Victor looks at him. “So? Will you tell me?”
Victor considers him for a moment, before he gives in. “I don’t know if I should. I promised to myself to wait until you mention it first, but…”
“Mention what?” Yuuri asks, sipping on his tea.
Victor sighs again, this time like the lovesick fool he is.
“I want to kiss you.”
Yuuri chokes on his tea as if on cue, and maybe Victor does feel a little guilty when he begins to cough like he wants to spit out his lungs, but… maybe he also feels a little satisfied that he isn’t the only one suffering right now.
“You… what?” Yuuri finally rasps out. There are tears in his eyes from coughing, which he doesn’t even bother to wipe away when he turns his attention to Victor. “How long have you…?”
“Oh, Yuuri,” Victor clicks his tongue. “How long isn’t what matters here. What matters is that I’m dying to kiss you and I can’t find the right time to do it, because something always gets in the way, and I want it to be special! I want it to be something you will remember forever! Something you could tell–”
–our children about, Victor wants to say, but the words die on his lips when Yuuri leans over and seals them with his own.
He backs away sooner than Victor would like. After all, he’s waited this long, and of course he’d wait far longer if that’s what Yuuri wanted, but to think that he had it and it lasted not even a second? As far as first kisses go, Victor feels absolutely underwhelmed, but also… but also he feels utterly overwhelmed, too.
Yuuri, the sneaky bastard, caught him unawares and now, now he has the audacity to sit back in his chair, blushing like that, and voiding Victor’s eyes? It’s mean, it’s beyond mean.
And Victor loves it.
“Yuuri…” he starts in a voice so smitten that he doesn’t think he’s ever heard himself like that, but in the moment it hardly matters. Yuuri, Yuuri is all that matters.
“You should’ve told me earlier,” Yuuri tells him without ever looking his way. “I wanted to do this for a long while, too.”
“What?” Victor breathes. “You mean we could’ve been kissing for days if I told you I want to? Yuuri, you–”
“Don’t say it.”
Yuuri bites his lip, the lip that was just pressed against Victor’s, and Victor can’t help but groan in want. That little noise is what makes Yuuri turn his head towards him. And Victor sees, oh, he sees the effect it had on Yuuri, and he sees what it did to him in the reflection of the fire burning in Yuuri’s eyes, too.
“In fact,” Yuuri says, while Victor loses himself in his gorgeous eyes, “don’t say anything. At all.”
Breath stuck in his throat, heart frozen with want, Victor feels as if his veins filled with lava and his belly has turned into a roaring volcano that wants to drown him in flames.
So he doesn’t say anything. But when he moves, Yuuri meets him halfway, and neither of them speak much for the rest of the night.
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