#otabek // musings.

[smol-sirens-garden-tobemoved]

“You are but we are both getting distracted.” He smiles, reaching up to play with his hair. “I have a decent sleep schedule.” He answers simply, though lately he had not been sleeping well. “Rest Riri.”

#chiis haven: Yurio #Muse: Otabek Altin #Away From The Garden: Queue

[getsusekaii]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSES:

jjk - 11 muses csm - 3 muses bleach - 3 muses free - 14 muses persona 5 - 4 muses drrr!! - 2 muses final fantasy - 1 muse loz - 1 muse kimetsu no yaiba - 2 muses fruits basket - 3 muses noragami - 1 muse sao - 1 muse dc - 1 muse mha - 1 muse xenoblade - 1 muse

WANT TO WRITE/AGAIN:

noctis lucis caelum (ff15) goku / kakarot (dragon ball) vegeta (dragon ball) dabi (mha) anya forger (sxf) mahiru shirota (servamp) natsuno yuuki/koide (shiki)

HAVE WRITTEN:

claire "lightning" farron (ff13)

oda sakunosuke (bsd)

atsushi nakajima (bsd)

kunikida doppo (bsd)

akane shiina (free)

mahiru shirota (servamp)

kuroh yatogami (k)

sato mafuyu (given)

ugetsu murata (given)

otabek altin (yoi)

yuri katsuki (yoi)

deadpool

haiji kiyose (run with the wind)

kaito onogi (tsurune)

psyche orihara (drrr)

roppi orihara (drrr)

virus-138 (drrr)

hibiya orihara (drrr)

sakuraya orihara (drrr)

delic heiwajima (drrr)

tsugaru heiwajima (drrr)

rubii yubiwa (drrr)

yahiro mizuchi (drrr sh)

mikado ryuugamine (drrr/sh)

shinra kishitani

goh (pokemon)

4 OCs

Tagged: @gohjuo & @vh1ral (●ˇ∀ˇ●) Tagging: If you actually read all this, you're obligated to do this

#✦ ・ rubii is a gem #✦ ・ dash games #long post #cRYING i know i forgot some muses lkjashhhasas

[3cheers4alex]

“I sometimes forget you’ve got long hair,” Yuri muses. “You hardly ever let it down, do you?” Raising an eyebrow, Otabek lets the dark strands cascade over his shoulder. His shirt turns dark and sticks to his skin where droplets fall. “It’s inconvenient. It catches on my clothes and get damaged.” “But you still let it grow.” “Mh.” Weird. After so much time spent with Otabek, Yuri knows his brief statements mean he’d rather cut the conversation short. “Would you ever cut it off?“ Yuri himself wouldn’t. He’s long loathed the whole “fairy” persona, but he actually loves his androgynous look; he likes transcending enforced standards. “No,” Otabek answers after a while. “I don’t want to look like my brother.” “Don’t you get along?” “Mh,” Otabek reiterates. “Trusting someone to the extent of agreeing to be their carbon copy is not easy.” Otabek decides the conversation is over and picks up his book. Really fucking weird. But who’s Yuri to judge? Earlier, Otabek slipped him a spare set of keys to his apartment, just in case. They weigh heavily, hidden in his jeans pocket. “Read me another one of your poems,” Yuri orders. Again, Otabek raises an eyebrow. However, his expression is playful. He flips the pages of the book, then begins to read in a language Yuri doesn’t understand. “Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon cœur amoureux ; retiens les griffes de ta patte, et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, mêlés de métal et d’agate.” Yuri rolls his eyes. “What does that even mean?” “It’s French.” “And?” “It’s about cats.”

#bodyguard au #alex writes #mirrored heart #eeeeeeeh french poetry

[bunnyseahorse-blog]

Chapter 6 Bump in the road teaser ;)

Sometimes it was easy to forget, that for all Yuri's pleasure at his accomplishments both with skating and his ability to provide for his Dedushka, that Yuri lacked confidence in other areas.

Otabek knows that's a journey his boyfriend will have to endure himself, but it doesn't mean he can't try to help.

Yuri continues speaking, interrupting Otabek's inner musings.

"Do you ever wish I was more experienced, with uh, stuff?

"No."

"Not even a little?" Yuri mumbles, his ears pink and his head turned down. He looks so nervous, and it tugs on Otabek's heartstrings.

"Not for one single second." Otabek says firmly, "I want to learn together. I want an adventure, not an easy road."

#Coming soon #otabek x yuri #otayuri #yoi fanfiction

[changeandmovingon]

           —— » [ @reds-mutlimeances​ ]   said:      

❝ [ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse (Russia Kitten 🐱) ❞ - i dont remember the meme ;3;

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⌈     ┗━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┛ —  

training had been brutal, not only for him but for the rest of the team as well. leaning that there was a special kind of skating competition, the coaches took it upon themselves to leave no room for error in part of their skaters.

after a few gulps of water, otabek took a seat on the bench after getting the ok to rest and began then to massage his legs. they had been sore lately and he didn’t want to get hurt if he continued to work on his training if his muscles gave way for some odd reason.

his focused was quickly taken away from his task of massaging his sore muscles towards the younger male that took the seat beside him. dark eyes turned towards the blond, smiling softly as he began to complain about every thing. it was so Yuri to just complain when he loved nothing more than to perfect his skills more on the ice.

he knew that his best friend would do anything to get better, to be absolutely perfect....but at the same time take care of himself unless he wanted otabek to give him his disapproving look and maybe not invite him on his motorcycle ride until he got some proper rest.

otabek then went back to his previous task, but then he felt a weight on his shoulder before looking and seeing Yuri had fallen asleep. he smiled, gently wiping a few strands of hair before carefully straightening up, making it easier for Yuri to sleep comfortably. ⌋

#redsmultimeances #《 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 》 otabek altin #《 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 》 otabek altin #;; yuri plisetsky ;; #// aahh sorry for the lateness!

[protectivemuses]

[capsensislagamoprh]

Otabek sat at the rink, watching his mother tie skates on herself, showing him how it was done. He followed her lead. She stood and walked across rubber mats towards the rink. So did he, quickly catching his balance. She removed the blade guards, he needed help. He was small and did not have the leverage or strength yet to do it with out hurting himself. She stood on ice. He fell flat on his butt.

But he did not cry. He frowned at the ice like it was on a short list for death. Rising with his mother's help, he made his slow, wobbly way around the rink a few times before he could feel himself bent like Э, hunched over, one foot constantly trying to trip the other, arms straight ahead for balance. For the first time since waiting for his baby teeth to come in, Otabek felt properly challenged.

When his mother asked him if he had fun, he stood, arms at his side, scowling at the rink as she removed his skates, the knots being to tight for his clumsy fingers. "жоқ."

"Alright. We need not come here again."

"I want to."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I will do this."

"This is an activity you like then?"

Otabek considered. Did he like this? A loaded question. He felt something more primal for this. There was out dated music pumped lazily thrugh bad speakers, the scream of metal and cars and builds louder than the tunes. There was a familiar sensation of cold. There was the heat that bloomed just under his skin as he sweated, trying to stay upright. There was the need... the challenge the ice slapped him right on the butt with.

Conquer me if you can, it seemed to laugh. I can warm your bones, or be your death.

When he answered his mother, Otabek has a particular shine in his eyes. He looked like he could conquer worlds, if only he wasn't still a child. There was every possibility he would anyway.

"I will do this."

His mother nodded. "Very well. Do you want to come play on the ice next week?"

"жоқ. I will come tomorrow. I will do this."

"Alright, Otabek. Tomorrow."

Tomorrow came. And another. And another. His father wondered what his son was doing this thing for.

"I am skating."

"Why?" came the persistent return.

"I can."

"To what end?"

"It is good."

"But to what end?"

"сүйікті," said his mother. "He is a boy. Let him play."

And they did. He managed to glide, stroke, swizzle forward and back, to turn with momentum, to half-moon cut, and how to take falls. He even, occasionally, got full rotations in his glide with out accidentally stopping himself completely. It fit around his tutors, though as he got more focused, asking for more ice time, it was often his au pair that took him to the lessons.

It was when another child came to the rink, different than the rest. Not in the usual ways of money, class, skill... none of those mattered. It was the way a sadness hung on them. When their mother picked them up, smiles and sweetness, his father dropped him off with a friendly musing of his hair. Then his grandparents made sower faces as they suddenly were the ones to pick him up. Otabek noticed the kid cried quietly while waiting. That made him pay attention more.

He stood there, listening with the rest of the rink while the coach told the his parents that he was coming along fine, but he was not going to be able to cover things much more. They were dropping him off to early, leaving him to late, and there was the matter of fees.

Otabek considered. He did not know what was going on, but he knew a need when he saw one. Was this something to be cut, or something to be saved? His eyes turned back to the ice. Today they were going to see a toe loop in action, then begin to practice it. It wasn't likely any of them would get it today, or in the near future, but it was a challenge Otabek was determined to take on.

He took his time watching and learning from others actions. As predicted, no one managed to get a proper toe loop out on the first day. As they took a break, he moved to stand by the boy, hands at his side, quiet. The boy held his head by one uplifted knee, ignoring Otabek. That was okay. Sometimes people needed to cry. Sometimes they just needed to know someone was there.

The parents came, picking up children one by one. They waved and spoke, and smiled. He waited for his au pair to show. He listened to the parents speak to the coach. Otabek looks at the boy. His gaze is penetrating, asking silent questions.

Do you want to stay? Is everything okay? Do you need help? Is this your dream?

The boy looks directly at Otabek, then his parents. He's about to say something when they speak. They are rude, saying he looks like a ruffian. They use that to decry the lessons. Their precious boy shouldn't be around such rough people. It's all to save their dignity, Otabek knows. So he waits.

Do you stand for truth? Will you allow them to lie on your name? Will you allow injustice to stand?

Ether way, Otabek will learn something, so he watches. For a moment he thinks he wont be disappointed. The boy makes to step forward. Then stopping, lowers his head, stepping back.

His au pair calls for him. For a moment the unseelie in him feeds on broken things, the death of something delicate. Self esteem. Perhaps one day the boy would get fed up with how things are going and make something for himself others cannot take away.

There is no satisfaction in him when he feels that particular hunger resting, sated on entropy. It would be hard for the boy to make momentum again, but not impossible. He only needed to find the right passion. Otabek considered, turning to look at the boy as his parents car drove slowly out of the lot. Their shocked faces showed they knew how much they messed up an opportunity when they heard his au pair call out, "Otabek Altin! Come along. We'll be late."

With out a word, he squared his shoulders, raised his chin and walked towards the car ready to drive them to his tutors.

Life wasn't easy. You have to be willing to fight for what you want. Someday he'd find someone else who understood that instinctively, and for more than the reasons the adults put on it.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13

#google translate my beloathed #YoI #yuri on ice #yuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #victurri #otayura #otayuri #otabek x yurio #victor x yuuri #yuuri katsuki #WoD weird stuff #mash up nonsense #AUs #im a dumb ass on main #gay boys on ice #fey boys on ice #WE SAIL THIS SHIP TO THE STARS!

[singlethreads-a]

❛    YOU’RE  GOING  TO  BREAK  AN  ANKLE  ,  YUUSHA  -------   ❜        he  shakes  his  head  as  he  leans  back  against  the  wall  of  the  rink  ,  eyeing  the  blonde  as  he  attempts  yet  another  quad  despite  his  clear  exhaustion.          ❛   just  because  you  can  ,  doesn’t  mean  you  should.  ❜        he  snorts  softly  ,  head  cocking  to  the  side.              ❛   tell  him  ,   mila.   ❜         the  red  head  scoffs  as  she  comes  up  behind  him  ,  hands  moving  to  rub  his  shoulders.        ❛    you  think  he’s  going  to  listen  to  me  ??   ❜        she  giggles  &  kisses  his  cheek.         ❛   i’m  scared  he’d  throw  a  skate  at   me.   ❜          / @wldbirds​

#wldbirds #↪ 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 ; muse. otabek altin.

[omneinfinitus]

♪ I don't feel like specifying you do it BEECH

send a ship and ♪ and I’ll post a mini playlist (2-3 songs) I think fits them

Usagi/Mamo

1. Once upon a dream - Lana Del Rey

2. A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

3. Falling like the stars - James Arthur

Viktor/Yuuri

1. Say you won’t Let go - James Arthur

2. Till I found you - Phil Wickham

3. Dear - New Heights



Otabek/Yuri

1. Good For You - Selena Gomez

2. Him & I - G-Eazy & Halsey

3. Found You - Austin Mahone

#✘ → When you try your best but you don’t succeeeeeed [ OOC ] #✘ → The Masked Hero [ Muse: Mamoru Chiba ] #✘ → The Hero of Kazakhstan [ Muse: Otabek Altin ] #✘ → The Crybaby Ice Skater [ Muse: Yuuri Katsuki ]

[unkwnmelodies]

Otabek's Tags

#otabek // threads. #otabek // headcanons. #otabek // musings. #otabek // asks. #otabek // texts. #otabek // intro. #otabek // visage.

[liihsmuse]

{Hello, guys. So, I want to back for tumblr. Here is my character's list. Anybody is welcome to play with me. I turn straight and gays games.} - Gemini No Saga - Saint Seiya

- Itachi Uchiha - Naruto

- Kanda Yu -  D gray Man

- Todoroki Shoto - BNHA

- Kirishima Eijirou - BNHA

- Bakugou Katsuki - BNHA

- Otabek Altin - YoI

#muses #rp #saintseiya #gemininosaga #saga #uchiha itachi #Katsuki Bakugou #Eijirou Kirishima #Todoroki Shoto #My hero academia rp #D gray man rp #Saint seiya rp #Otabek Altin #Yuri On Ice rp #naruto rp

[katsukiidon]

updated! tag dump

#❄ [ in character // can you hear my heartbeat ] #❄ [ musings // we were born so that we could shine ] #❄ [ memes // warming up ] #❄ [ headcanons // skaters hearts are like glass ] #❄ [ drabbles // kiss and sky ] #❄ [ out of character // history maker ] #❄ [ queued // we'll make it happen we'll turn it around ] #❄ [ starter call // let's go skating ] #❄ [ self // a katsudon that enthralls men ] #❄ [ victor // living legend and love of his life ] #❄ [ yurio // ice tiger of russia and angry kitten son ] #❄ [ phichit // sunshine skater and selfie king ] #❄ [ chris // sex on and off the ice ] #❄ [ otabek // hero of kazakstan ] #❄ [ jj // it's jj style! ] #❄ [ georgi // i am an evil witch ] #❄ [ mila // queen of gossip ] #❄ [ group // families who skate together stay together // russian skate family ] #❄ [ group // two dads and their angry kitten son // podium family ] #❄ [ ship // stammi vicino non te ne andare // victuuri ]

[yuriplisetsky-rp]

One Wedding Down.

I officially got married yesterday. There's still one more wedding to go, but... Otabek is my husband now. I can say that, and you don't know how happy that makes me.

#ic #otayuri #otabek x yuri #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky #yuris musings #wedding

[starswrit-archive]

otabek tag dump!

#otabek ┊▸ re: open starter #otabek ┊▸ re: headcanon #otabek ┊▸ re: ask #otabek ┊▸ re: memory #otabek ┊▸ re: musings #otabek ┊▸ re: picture #otabek ┊▸ re: fanart #otabek ┊▸ re: likes #otabek ┊▸ re: music #otabek ┊▸ re: about #otabek ┊▸ re: aesthetic #otabek ┊▸ re: closet

[inanthesis]

*slams one skate boy down on the dash* HE’S NEARLY READY...

#how much will i actually use him?? idk but i'm nearly done setting him up. he makes my 10th muse here and i will likely stay at 10 #just finished pretty much entirely overhauling his previous psd this one's simple but pretty #muse || otabek altin #otabek || interactions #otabek || hc #otabek || musings #otabek || aesthetic #otabek || v: the hero of kazakhstan | canon

[thelevinary]

Every time I see art of Otabek dj-ing my heart grows three sizes 😳🥰

#Addy musings #seriously though its not fair he's gorgeous AND multitalented what the heckity #Otabek #yoi