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Day 5 (?) - Madness

I realised something important while playing this game, in a strange and disturbing way the characters are exactly them.

They could never live together.

So, welcome to a new day!…which starts at midnight.

Of course, when do you sleep? At night? Nooo… night is not for sleeping. Julia works out at the gym, Ivan has locked himself in his room to work on his PC, joining the other inhabitants of the house only when he hears shouting "dinner/breakfast is ready!". Boris gave vent to his fantasies in some online chat by talking weirdly to Julia afterwards….(which sites did you visit?)

Sergey, poor soul, at one o'clock a.m realised that if he doesn't take care of cleaning and cooking they will soon die of some strange disease. Fortunately Yuri took pity on him at least in clearing away the previous day's lunch.

After all, they forced the only university student among them to study at night. How's the nervous breakdown Sergey?

Dinner/breakfast went well and I lingered over the seating arrangement, it is so random and perfect for my sick mind to see how Yuri and Boris always end up sitting next to each other * ^ *

Oh yeah, as soon as the sun came up everyone went to sleep.

Sergey, man destroyed by life in that house.

With the sun high in the sky, Yuri after starting and leaving yet another snowman unfinished (seriously Vladimir, you didn't understand the real talent of these guys), decides to go to Ivan and Sergey's room to make sure that the first guy didn't die in front of the pc and that the second guy has adequate rest by reading him a story (no, he didn't, but in the picture it looks that way so who cares).

At the same time the toilet and sink in the main bathroom break, the pipe to the toilet downstairs bursts. Sergey with a huge smile said goodbye to everyone by running off to the university "goodbye my friends!" leaving Boris with the thankless task of fixing everything (Boris come exactly like this to fix things in my house) and Julia to enjoy the restored service after kicking him out…knitting (oook).

Finally, night falls.

Boris inspired after talking and laughing alone in front of a wall went to paint, Yuri to look at the stars lying in the snow with Julia (I don't have a picture ç.ç), Ivan…I don't know what Ivan was doing because Sergey distracted me. I had left him in front of the TV watching a funny movie and found him angry in the garden about the mistakes noticed in the movie (seriously?) destroying Yuri's snowman. o.o

The cat ran away.

BONUS SCENE:

Someone save him 🥹

#bakuten shoot beyblade #yuriy ivanov #boris kuznestov #sergey rybakov #ivan papov #tala valkov #bryan kuznestov #ian papov #julia fernández #at one point I thought I saw the little fish Raul alive again #I wouldn't be surprised anymore #the sims 4 #I am also thinking that Kai is missing to complete this picture of misfits

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akyivanov · 1 month

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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

The problem is getting everything right in my head 🤣🤣

“Toh” “Be’?” “Boh” “Bah” is a full conversation in italian

#we are a misunderstood people #but we understand each other #🤣

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akyivanov · 1 month

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I don't know which of the three images most reflects me.... maybe all 🥹

#my life is a fanfiction #fanfiction #help me!

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akyivanov · 1 month

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Kai sees Kinomya is calling, picks up

Takao: "Hallo! Hey Kai! Guess what happened yesterday!"

Kai: "..."

Takao: "Hallo?"

Kai: "..."

Takao: "Hellooooo?? Kaiiii!! Damn, this thing isn't working..."

Kai: "..."

Takao: "Oh too bad, I wanted to tell him about the new World Championship that Daitenj-"

Kai: "I'm listening."

#bakuten shoot beyblade #beyblade g revolution #kai hiwatari #takao kinomiya #Kai is the usual unsociable #random text

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akyivanov · 2 months

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THE SIMS 4

Beyblade Edition

Here I am again! Three years later but details.

I reopened the game to show the characters to a friend and noticed that I had made Yuri just wrong, so...I "fixed" Yuri.

Of course, there is also the less disheveled and more elegant version for big occasions u.u

I also had fun creating his sports outfit...but it didn't feel right to write "Aky, I love you💘" on it while he's hitting on Julia, so I settled for the team logo.

✨ BONUS SCENE ✨

While Boris was surfing the net in a hormonally crazed "very flirty" state (with whom?!) I realized that the little fish Raul is dead.

Goodbye Raul 🥹

Links section

-> Previous Yuri Ivanov

-> The two hairstyles (Propieties of Ginko Sims, I only recolored them)

-> The elegant dress (Property of KK, featured as ooobsoo here on Tumblr)

#bakuten shoot beyblade #beyblade #yuriy ivanov #tala valkov #aaaah I like so much how he came out now #boris kuznestov #Rip raul #Don't worry we will buy a new little fish #We will call him Raul II #the sims 4 #the sims 4 cc

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akyivanov · 2 months

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Sluuuurp

#bakuten shoot beyblade #beyblade #yuriy ivanov #cute

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akyivanov · 2 months

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Tala: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and anxiety. I'll wait.

Bryan: You and me!

Tala, tearing up: Okay.

#bakuten shoot beyblade #incorrect beyblade quotes #yuriy ivanov #boris kuznetsov #Crying with yuriy #😭

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akyivanov · 2 months

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Been thinking about them.

And some weird shading here. Idk.

#bakuten shoot beyblade #yuriy ivanov #boris kuznetsov #Yubo

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akyivanov · 2 months

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Third day of Holiday art: Yuriy/Takao

More chibis, More headaches.

I think Yuriy came out really cute. I want to pinch both of their cheeks.

#bakuten shoot beyblade #beyblade #yuriy ivanov #takao kinomiya

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akyivanov · 2 months

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So I wrote some fanfiction of the Blitz Boys - specifically Tala and my headcanon about his mother. Read on!

Okay so I decided to come out of my shell and write some fanfic after a while, so I’m a bit rusty. It’s a one shot and not too long. I hope that you guys will find some time to read it and hopefully shall like it. If you do read it, please leave some feedback if you feel like it. It’s always nice for us writers to know that we’re not screaming into the void.

Please keep in mind that this fanfic is based on my headcanon which you can find here. There might be a bit of swearing here, so fair warning to all. Also I’ve used dub names. I’ve written it in two small parts on this post itself. So it won’t take a lot of time to read. Happy reading and thanks!

P.S. I have imagined them as fully grown adults here. Not written them as per their anime/manga age.

FAMILY

Part 1

“Ballerinas? Really? You bought a fucking magazine on ballerinas?”

“What? C’mon, Bryan. If they can twist and turn the way they do while dancing, imagine how flexible they can be elsewhere,” said the petite young Russian, winking at his skeptical teammate. The constant downpour outside did nothing to dampen his spirits as he put the magazine on the table and snuggled up against the wall next to his chair under an enormous blanket that could have easily been mistaken for a carpet.

“Ohh, you do not want to say that in front of Tala,” said Bryan, shaking his head. Kneeling down on the floor, he pulled the ottoman away from under Ian’s feet towards himself, causing Ian to scowl and mumble an indistinct, “Oi!”

Bryan ignored his younger teammate’s protest and relaxed his legs on it.

“Anyway. Why wouldn’t I talk about it in front of Tala? ’The fuck would he have to say about that? It’s not like I make eyes at him for his choices or question his kinks,” said Ian, rolling his eyes.

“Kinks? Tala? Please,” said Bryan, chortling.

“What? Even someone as mysteriously quiet as Kai is a serial bangeroo. Don’t tell me that Tala’s a saint,” said Ian.

“Oh no, Tala’s as much of a saint as Boris is a legitimate member of the clergy, but the guy’s asexual. You know that too. Give him a break. Or is the concept too difficult for you to wrap your tiny head around?” said Bryan, frowning.

“Why are you always so defensive about Tala? It’s like you’re in love with him…oooh, Bryan wuvs Tala,” said Ian, teasingly.

“What are you, five?” said Bryan, disdainfully, refilling his glass with some more vodka.

“No, he’s just a twenty year old with the IQ of an intoxicated hamster,” said a slightly rough voice from behind them.

A burly young man walked into the balcony carrying an oddly discoloured sack over his broad shoulder.

“Ah, Spencer. How nice of you to make an entrance with your…whatever that is,” said Ian, unenthusiastically. “So, were you out there knocking out people’s teeth and labelling them in alphabetical order for your personal collection?”

“No. Don’t be ridiculous,” said Spencer, dismissively. “I don’t label them in alphabetical order. I just keep them all in colour-coded jars.”

“You know, with you, it’s actually hard to say when you’re joking,” said Ian, passing Spencer a drink. “What is in that sack, anyway?”

“I bet you my right nut that it’s a collection of some really questionable DVDs,” said Bryan, chuckling.

“I could add your teeth to my collection. Maybe we could tape that on one of my blank ones?” suggested Spencer, cheekily.

“Aww Spence, are you being threatening? Weren’t you the one who cried watching Harry Potter?” said Bryan, mockingly.

“Well, Dobby really was a nice elf!” protested Spencer.

“Cut the crap, guys. What’s in the sack?” said Ian, clearly impatient for an answer and disinterested in all the banter.

“Flyers,” said Spencer, flatly.

“Flyers? For what? Are you trying to enter the Mr. Russia contest again?” said Bryan.

Spencer dropped the sack on the floor and aimed a kick at Bryan’s shin, but Bryan lunged out of his chair before he could touch him.

“Oho…someone shares my taste in bendy ballerinas,” said Ian, pulling out a flyer from the sack that had fallen at his feet.

Bryan’s face turned serious for a moment and he looked at Spencer curiously. “Why do you have a sack full of flyers about ballerinas?”

Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. Ask Tala. He asked me to pick it up from that collector near the electronics store. These are really old flyers. Almost as old as us.”

“Where is he?” said Bryan. As calm as he tried to sound, there was a hint of panic in his voice.

“Why do you ask?” said Ian, noticing the change in his tone and expression.

“Answer the goddamned question,” said Bryan, impatiently.

“I don’t know. He went for a walk. Try his cell,” said Ian.

“His cell’s at a repair shop, you forgetful little shit,” snapped Bryan.

“Whoa…what’s got you all riled up? You sound–”

But before Ian could complete his sentence, Bryan had already left.

Walking down the staircase towards the gate, only one thought kept echoing at the back of Bryan’s head. He’s figured it out.

Part 2

Snow and rain. These were the two things that he had bitterly cried about on several occasions in his somewhat distant past when he was out on the streets, scavenging for food and hoping that some kind stranger would lend him a blanket to sleep in with his friend. But now he walked over the damp, slippery road with an umbrella in his hand knowing that if not anything else, the snow was at his command.

He had very little memory left of his time before the Abbey. The few scraps of it that had remained in his mind after Boris’ efforts at deleting them were like tattered photographs that floated about in a dark unending void – unfathomable and unconnected. Sometimes he felt as though Bryan remembered snippets of their time before the Abbey – maybe even about his family. But for some reason Bryan never talked about it and he never asked.

It was also not entirely unexpected for him to find that there were no official records of him or his family anywhere in the databases of the government. Boris was a man with infinite connections in high places and it was not too far-fetched for him to imagine the depths to which he would have sunken to dehumanize the boys and turn them into his slaves.

Walking down the musty lanes of Mardov, an old forgotten street in a corner of Moscow, Tala debated with himself for a moment as to whether or not he should close him umbrella. Even as the rain had stopped, the water, that had collected over the slanting rooftops of the houses on either side of this unusually narrow lane, kept cascading down over his head mercilessly.

He slipped his hand into the pocket of his trench-coat and pulled out a small newspaper clipping.

Faced with a severe cash crunch, acclaimed former ballerina Olga Ivanova-Lipovsky to tutor prospective ballerinas at her humble residence at Mardov Studio.

Tala glanced at the title of the clipping again and sighed. As a celebrity himself, Tala had never been much of a fan of such tabloids. So it was with much disdain that he had read through the article to find out about the colourful and possibly exaggerated life of this once exuberant and well-known ballerina. It was riddled with stories of her period of substance abuse, multiple affairs, political involvement, four failed marriages – including one abusive marriage from which she claimed to have escaped after her drunk husband had beaten her, done everything to extinguish her career and relegate her to nothing more than a ballet teacher – and two children. One alive and pursuing a career in architecture and one dead.

One dead. Tala pushed down the lump in his throat and proceeded to walk down the lane, wrinkling his nose. The stench on the street was unbearable.

He had wondered for several years, as he had watched Wolborg materialize, as to why his bit-beast was different. His bit-beast was artificial and was created at the Abbey according to what would be compatible with him. Yet, by tapping into the minds of his teammates, Boris had created bit-beasts that symbolized nothing more than the creatures that were best suited to their personalities.

He had even summoned Wolborg and tried to connect to her spiritually, hoping for some answers. But the only reply that he had got to his question of why she appeared as a woman whenever he released her was, “Watch me, little one.”

Her answer had confused him to a significant degree until the rather odd dream that he had had one night about a beautiful red-haired woman twirling around endlessly to Tchaikovsky’s tunes. He had woken up bathed in sweat the next morning, utterly befuddled, and since then had devoted himself to finding out the connection between his bit-beast and ballet.

Watch me, little one.

Under all his layers of warm clothing, the voice inside his head still ran a chill down his spine.

After almost an eternity of walking and silent contemplation, Tala came to a sharp halt near a window. A board with the word ‘Lipovsky’ hung from a nail on the door next to it.

Unable to help himself and unsure of whether he could bring himself to ring the doorbell, he peered in through the window of the dimly lit room.

It was a quaintly untidy room, with clothes strewn all over the couch and books lying open on a table with tiny cigarette butts surrounding them. Frowning, Tala looked at the wall. A number of photographs hung from the wall – some with pictures of the red-headed ballerina smiling and dancing, and some with another young red-headed girl standing next to her.

However, it was the last photograph that really surprised him. Tala gasped as he saw a photograph of himself holding the Beyblade World Championship trophy hanging right next to the photograph of his mother. An unwitting smile appeared on his face and he stared at the photograph in complete disbelief.

“Pick up your clothes from the couch, Nina,” said a sharp voice from inside.

Tala instinctively moved away from the window and hid by the door, carefully positioning himself in such a way as to be able to continue to look into the room.

“I’ll do it, mama,” said a young woman in a bored voice, entering the room.

Soon after, a middle aged woman glided into the room, with a cigarette in her hand.

A wave of indistinguishable emotions, both happy and sad, washed over Tala as he stared longingly at the woman who stood inside the room chiding his half-sister. Even as she was barely forty five, there were visible wrinkles on her face and a hint of cynicism in her eyes. Be that as it may, she was still breathtakingly beautiful, and age and her battle with addiction had done little to rob away the grace in her step and the touch of youthfulness in her smile that he had seen on the flyers containing pictures of his mother.

Tala felt his fingers inching towards the doorbell when he was broken out of his reverie by Nina’s voice.

“Mom, Alex drew a portrait of me and framed it. But where do I hang it? Just look at how cluttered the wall is. There are no more nails to hang anything from!” said she, irritably, waving a rather unflattering sketch of herself in front her mother.

“I’ll make space,” replied Olga, casually taking off Tala’s photograph from the wall and tossing it into the small dustbin by the couch.

The frame shattered inside it and for a moment, Olga glanced at it and frowned. Then she looked at her daughter and gestured at the wall, before walking away without another word.

Tala felt his hand shaking as he lowered it from the doorbell. An unexpected tear trickled down his cold cheek and he took a step back, feeling strangely crushed.

“Need a drink?” said a familiar voice from behind him.

Tala glanced over his shoulder to see Bryan standing there looking at him sympathetically. He hastily wiped his tear and turned around, his expression as cold as it had always been.

“You knew,” said Tala, unceremoniously.

Bryan shrugged. “I did.”

“Hm.”

“Your family is waiting for you with a couple of bottles of vodka on the balcony, you know,” said Bryan.

Tala made no response and quietly joined Bryan as they walked back past puddles and patches of snow.

“Tell anyone about this and I bench you,” said Tala, coldly.

“Aye, captain,” said Bryan, smiling.

For a brief second, Bryan could have sworn that there was a smile on Tala’s face as well.

You’re welcome, buddy, thought Bryan to himself, as they made their way together through the unforgiving weather towards home.

#bakuten shoot beyblade #beyblade #yuriy ivanov #boris kuznestov #beyblade fanfiction #🥺❤️

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akyivanov · 2 months

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Ooooh, I really like this one! Especially point five, I also thought something similar a while ago 🤣🫣

They are so cute the two of them.

Headcanon for tala and julia basically about their dating life

Ooh that’s one ship I’ve never thought of! Here are some headcanons (with the obvious assumption that the characters are in their early twenties):

1. Well I’ve always had this one headcanon that Tala is biro/ace. And that’s something that I’ll presume for this too. I think one possible headcanon in this situation would be that when Tala, when he starts dating Julia would be a little terrified of admitting to her that he is ace. He has always felt that he was odd because of that, especially since his teammates hook up left, right and centre and he’s never felt the appeal of it. So he treads on eggshells before he can tell her because it’s led him to a lot of heartbreak before. And then one day he just gets really drunk and tells her. And that’s when she tells him that she is ace too and he is just floored, especially because Julia always seemed to exude a great degree of oomph. But assumptions and stereotypes can be deceptive, and the two of them break all stereotypes in style.

2. Julia and Tala, I reckon, first would fall in love when she’d beat him in a beybattle. Now yes, we know he’s a far better blader in canon, but I think at some point Julia really strengthens herself to a miraculous degree and beats him and sweeps poor Tala off him feet. Because what’s more appealing to a strong, self-assured man than an equally strong, self-assured woman who owns his ass in a beybattle?

3. Whenever Julia falls sick, Tala sheds his cool exterior almost immediately to become the Most Caring Boyfriend™. He cooks her all her favourite things, drapes her in a blanket and turns her into a human burrito and Netflixes with her. Nothing makes Julia go weaker in her knees!

4. The two of them loveeee ice skating together. Julia doesn’t come from a city with frozen lakes in winter and somehow whenever she’s in Russia with him, she finds such great joy in skating around. It also gives Julia a great opportunity to get photographed by Tala looking graceful, and if anyone knows style and grace that’s her. She’s photogenic as hell.

5. Speaking of grace, I don’t know if you know this but years ago I wrote this piece of fanfiction where Tala’s mother is a ballerina and I have this headcanon that Wolborg materializes that way to mimic his mother’s movements as a ballerina. Julia was in the circus and she is graceful as hell. She reminds him of her in many ways (not in a creepy Oedipus complex way) and that is one of the many things that draws him to her.

6. Julia really digs his Novae Rog. For real. Nothing like seeing her man wolf it up!

Hope you liked these headcanons, anonymous! Or should I say headcanonymous..... Okay, so I’m making bad jokes again. I’ll show myself out, thanks.

#bakuten shoot beyblade #beyblade g rev #yuriy ivanov #julia fernández #julia x yuri #Please don't ask how I retrieved a post from 2020

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