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fromvitya · 1 month
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fromvitya >> gyofukuki now
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ooc;; i'll admit everything's going slower than i planned, recovery eating up my energy, so the new blog is nowhere near what i'd consider ready to go, but teensy pieces of writing will happen already while i'm collecting some more drafts and all. my plan is to transfer everything there gradually but don't feel pressure to continue if you're not vibing with it! also feel free to let me know if you'd want to start elsewhere instead or if you have any questions orrrr something <3 much love!
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fromvitya · 2 months
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fromvitya >> gyofukuki now
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ooc;; i'll admit everything's going slower than i planned, recovery eating up my energy, so the new blog is nowhere near what i'd consider ready to go, but teensy pieces of writing will happen already while i'm collecting some more drafts and all. my plan is to transfer everything there gradually but don't feel pressure to continue if you're not vibing with it! also feel free to let me know if you'd want to start elsewhere instead or if you have any questions orrrr something <3 much love!
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fromvitya · 3 months
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Do y’all ever read your partner’s reply and it’s just… so beautiful, so well-crafted, you really just have to sit back, and read it a couple more times, and wonder how in the heck you got so lucky to write with someone THIS talented??
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fromvitya · 3 months
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Track: Bratja (Brothers) Album: Full Metal Alchemist (2003) Original Soundtrack
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fromvitya · 3 months
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i'll get to everything, body just plenty tired atm
if not today and tomorrow, then throughout the weekend 🤍
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fromvitya · 3 months
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I ship this ship because:
I have eyes
I can see
I am the smartest person in the room
I receive divine revelations about them in the dead of night, alone in my chambers
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fromvitya · 3 months
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sneaky starter call! give this post a like if you'd like me to write a lil something for our characters (if you're a mumu please specify for which one/s)
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fromvitya · 3 months
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Kōtarō Takamura, tr. by Hiroaki Sato, from Chieko & Other Poems; "Us,"
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fromvitya · 3 months
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You need vacations where you can be yourself, away from your hectic everyday life
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fromvitya · 3 months
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Reblog this if you're willing to rp with other muses outside of your muse's fandom/fandomless muses
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fromvitya · 3 months
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Viktor was fully ready to get swung at, even if it was the least favourable scenario, or for banter to ensue, but being met with so clearly coy reaction and again, it switching so rapidly to that of discomfort was somehow both more than he bargained for and not enough. Tilting his head to the side, he observed the stranger's mannerisms, the way he played with his hair, lovely hair, lenght he missed occasionally, colour even more unusual than his own, but looking, somehow, inherently harmonious with the rest of his being; unique, perhaps painfully aware of it too.
Or maybe that was only just the first impression? One possible way to find out, get more information. Hands clasped behind his back, Viktor all but leaped, prowled to close the gap between them somewhat. That served as a good reminder he was not being his best, nor most sober self. The latter served as a strong enough argument to keep going, but the former, paired with a realisation he was now physically towering over the shorter male in addition to already being possibly much, was more than enough to bring a somewhat milder expression to the surface, his smile becoming less toothy and mischievious, looking away for a moment.
"Huh?" It took a lot for him not to search for a reply to the question he didn't even ask out loud immediately in the stranger's eyes. So much, that speaking at all malfunctioned for a short moment also. "Sure. Actually, you'll be saving me. So, if you're free... second round's on me." He felt the need to clarify, just in case the stranger assumed he was some kind of maniac bullying others for free drinks.
Slowly, he circled his gaze from the buildings surrounding them, pavement under their feet, back to the face of the other. Cute. Here was that word again; not the most eloquent way of putting into words the kind of charm the other man possessed, but a better one eluded him for the moment and he decided against searching for it too stubbornly there and then, considering it would definitely come at the price of prolonged staring. Something Viktor wouldn't have minded doing, but not if that meant scaring off his newly found company.
"Now that you know the secret to obtaining my name, how do I earn learning yours?"
Kaede chewed on his lower lip, swaying just a little - he wasn't drunk, but he was certainly tipsy. Anymore whisky and he'd barely tread water, and it wouldn't be wise to cozy up to a sorcerer or curse user he didn't know. Of course, his decision making skills were a bit skewed by this point, and he just couldn't help himself. His mind shuffled all the boring thoughts away, a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he twirled away at his hair.
Now, he really couldn't keep eye contact, hazy flora hasting away to some puddle or flashing tail-light in the street. He shouldn't have stared to begin with, completely affected by a smile and certain glint in pretty blues. Utter tragedy, that he should now fumble over his words like some bashful schoolgirl - oh, complete with the hair twirling-- He teetered slightly and quickly stopped doing that, head buzzing with the embarrassment he felt, heart hammering in his chest.
Handsome and smooth with his words. But what if he's trouble? Lo, but who cares? It wasn't as if Kaede was capable of not finding trouble anywhere he went anyway. He would inevitably bump into something or someone that would ruin his night - granted, he was always working... Ah, well. Why not? Tonight, he was free from all that responsibility. Someone could swoop in and save him for a change, if things went south.
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"Um... Right, okay. Back inside then? Or would you prefer somewhere a bit quieter? About a block that way--" he offered in earnest, nodding curtly toward the northern end of the street. Lingering self-consciousness resurfaced and he felt a bit awkward, out of place. "--there's a spot with a less...dramatic atmosphere."
Gods, what was he doing? What were his goals here? To spend an hour or so commiserating with a strange man for an evening? Everyone else had been so...not his speed. Snobby of him, maybe, but a good conversation? With a handsome guy? He was curious! And horribly, horribly weak to the whole princely charm thing here; No doubt it was obvious. He hoped he didn't come across as easy--
"Won't take but a few minutes to walk over there. The...fresh air's nice, yanno?"
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fromvitya · 3 months
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"you are amazing," there's not many men she can say this to and mean it, especially not in the wistful tone he gets from her. "your skating is the most beautiful thing i've ever seen."
Hand to his chest, he lowered his head. Sign of acknowledgment, of gratitude. Even if he wouldn't be able to explain very well all the ins and outs of it, he was extremely intentional with his performances, to realise his vision to the best of his ability and beyond, ever pushing himself further. But past that point? The final vote always belonged in his eyes not to him, not his coaches, not even the judges, but the audience. What made them feel, fed his sense of purpose, and that was more than he could ever ask in return for all the effort put into it, the injuries, all things collateral.
"It's a joy shared in that case."
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fromvitya · 3 months
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What sky are you?
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Sunset
You are wistful goodbyes and unspoken promises. You are warmth and comfort for others. But sometimes you give so much of yourself that it leaves you cold inside. It's bittersweet, offering other people the care and affection you crave for yourself as well, but you wouldn't do any less if it means the people you love are content. You're very grounded, but you long for things you can't quite name - perhaps a time when your heart was full and your spirit free.
tagged by: @sovereigntism thanku <3 tagging: uh, probably really late to this one but if you see it and like it, grab it, tag me so I can see what you've got!
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fromvitya · 3 months
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yuri on ice ⛸ + best hair ↳ asked by @haru-kaas​   
You have to do the opposite of what people expect. How else will you surprise them?
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