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arom-antix · 8 months

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Yuri!!! On Cards collaboration!

So, I know I've been pretty inactive recently, at least in posting my own art but for good reason! In the Yuri on the Web Discord server artists and writers alike have all collaborated to illustrate a deck of cards and write stories for each of them. And as a resident artist myself, I couldn't not take the opportunity to draw for this project UuU

Oh and if anyone was wondering, yes, I am to blame for inflicting this giant project onto the server BUT I REGRET NOTHING AND NEITHER WILL YOU IF YOU CHECK OUT EVERYONE ELSE'S WORKS. Trust me, they are amazing! The masterpost can be found here!

GIANT thanks to @lines-on-ice and @yaoiconnoisseur for helping so much and being amazing co-administrators and basically making this entire thing possible! You really saved me from my own overambition XD

The guidelines for this project can be found on the Yuri!!! On Cards blog as can the masterpost with all the links to everything. All the art that gets posted to Tumblr will also be reblogged by the blog.

With all that said, here's the actual art I made! (Break for those who don't want their dash to die UuU)

Okay, I lied. First, I'd heavily recommend for you to check out the guideline posts, both the general and artists' and even the writers' if you're up to it to get a grasp of the perimeters of this project. There's also some vague lore and AU stuff about the whole thing to find which will give you context for why the art looks the way it does to a certain extent.

You can also just jump right in and take everything as I ramble about it which, I mean, I won't stop you, the guideline posts aren't short. I will not blame you. You can still just look at the art. If that's your choice, go on ahead!

First up!

Ace of the Kingdom Otabek, The Deep Shadow

Being of the Kingdom of Diamonds, he's skillful and sharp. He moves quietly as a shadow and is just as mysterious.

Okay, I can't comment much on how he actually is, you'll have find that out by reading his fic(let?). They were supposed to be ficlets but as writers tend to do, none of us could manage that so take "ficlet" with a big grain of salt for every written work.

I've, by the way, not read any of the ficlets for this project beside my own so I'll get to experience the reveal with y'all and I'm gonna perish waiting.

Anyway, about the art. The yellow of course comes from the Kingdom of Diamonds' designated colour. As for the outfit, it's based on this handsome fellow I found who's supposed to be a Kazakh archer which I thought fit Otabek's whole shadow thing perfectly (and Writingfromtheshadow's fic Equivalent Exchange has me in an iron grip and I don't want to be released).

If there are any Kazakhs in the audience, you are free to laugh at me for any inaccuracies or missteps, I am but a humble little not-Kazakh, I don't expect to have gotten it all right UuU

Next up!

King Yuuri, Wanderer of Dreams

The ruler of his realm, he is as the mind flows. Kind and benevolent yet of fickle thoughts, the spirals of the subconscious are ones he both masters and bows to.

Again, gonna be waiting for his fic with everyone else but like. It's Yuuri. Anxiety is kind of a given.

In terms of art, I don't know if you can tell but this was where I started writing my will because oh my stars, what did I get myself into. If you follow me or my art, you'll know that I don't draw lineless. Like ever. And apparently I decided this project on a deadline that others were depending on me making look nice was the place to go all out.

And the worst part is that I'm not even mad at it so I have no argument to not do it again.

Anyway, the blue is from the designated colour of spades and yes, you've guessed right as to why this colour was picked for this suit. I'm predictable, leave me alone. As for the rest, the outfit is inspired by traditional Japanese dress that the Internet told me about (again, Japanese may laugh at me all they want UuU Your culture is very cool but also there was so much info, I hope I got it at least a bit right).

Also I spent like eight hours looking at hanakotoba for this and I've never been this happy about a decision I regretted so much while I was having to draw that many flowers. And you know I had to include The Gay Flower^(TM).

The Japanese iris is now Yuuri's btw.

All the flowers used are: Japanese irises, Jasmine flowers, Forget-me-nots, cherry blossoms, white roses, green carnations and blue roses (Viktor's flower. Read: I am predictable).

And finally!

Queen Minako, Tamer of Minds

Of the Realm of Dreams, she sees your fears, the snares laid by the subconscious and, strict and blunt as she is, she clears a path for the motivated and lets no potential go to waste.

Again, haven't read a word of the fic.

This one was by far the one that I made the fastest and I would've loved to do more with it but like deadlines. I'm gracefully skipping over the fact that I set the deadline and am fully to blame for being late.

But, as with Yuuri, blue is for spades. And since I wanted her to have a leotard but still match Yuuri and make her outfit look even slightly Japanese inspired, sheer fabric to the rescue! With cherry blossoms, of course, because CSP had the pattern preinstalled UuU

And I don't know if it worked but I tried to make her hair both look like her signature style, traditional Japanese hairstyles I found on the good ol' Interwebs and then kind of a spade by having that middle stick be the stem and the hair the spade's butt.

Also this probably goes without saying but the ranks of the characters are just titles. Yuuri is not married to Minako, she is just the Queen and he the King, don't worry.

Again, a BIG thank you to everyone who also participated, it was so fun to work together on this and see everyone's progress! Nic and Lil, you're amazing, thank you so much for everything you've done for this!

And to everyone who's made it this far, thank you for sticking around and please go check out all the other art and the ficlets! I promise it's worth it!

Masterpost | AO3 collection

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this project almost killed me #i am so infinitely happy about everyones contributions they are so lovely and i am gonna die happy now #but seriously what idiot decided to try a new and more detailed rendering style on a deadline #its me #i am that idiot and if i had a time machine past me would have gotten the fattest slap #idk if im ever gonna do that again but if i know myself at all itll happen because this wasnt disastrous enough a result to dissuade me #and most of it im pretty happy with #also i had so much fun with otabek #i got to play with light and texture and light and those smoke tendrils in the back and light and that fabric and light and #also rendering minako was a BLAST even if i churned her out on severe sleep deprivation my only energy being spite for my own mortality #oh and yes it was a this we decided that the aces should somehow incorporate the king of the given suit so the anger kitten is there #in otabeks i mean #now ON TO ANOTHER PROJECT #THATS... ON A DEADLINE #UH #yuri on cards #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri on ice fanart #yoi fanart #fanart #art #arom antix art #arom antix #otabek altin #katsuki yuuri #okukawa minako #collab

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jiminglers-blog · 7 years

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Double Meaning | Pt. 2

Pairing: 2Jae

Genre: Comedy, fluff (?)

Word Count: 2,635

Description: Jaebum and Youngjae are both suffering after the incident, and they only get more surprises.

A/N: ...The tissues lol.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 (coming soon!)

Jaebum is pretty awful at sports. He wakes up every morning resenting how terrible at sports he is. It wouldn't be that big of a deal, being a singer and all, but ever since his angel ran away and his awful sports ability rendered him helpless and unable to keep up, the fact taunted him.

“Youngjae why? Why did you run away from me? Did I not come on strong enough?! I'm sorry Youngjae! Come back to me please!” Jaebum shouted to no one in particular, maybe to the heavens, where Youngjae may be resting right now.

“Shut up!” Jaebum's roommate, Mark, yelled from the other room. Sick was the only word to use in his feeling towards Jaebum’s behavior. Mark was a quiet man, and this new found addiction of yelling Jaebum adopted in the last week was annoying at least, driving Mark to the brink of insanity at most. No matter how dead inside Mark was these past seven days, he was also lowkey pleased. Jaebum always wrote the best songs when he was depressed, and Mark used these lyrics as his music partner to create magnificent works of art that allowed the two of them to excel in the music world recently.

Jaebum pouted (chicly), and continued to yell, at Mark this time. “Let me mourn in peace dammit!”

“Mourn? He isn't dead he just ran away!”

“Our potential relationship is dead! And that is something worthy of mourning over.”

Jaebum stared out the window looking at the stars that reminded him so much of the angel the slipped through his fingers. A lone tear fell, followed by many more tears….and loud sobbing. Mark walked into the room to see what was going on.

“Why are you staring at a blank wall?” He stared, feeling disturbed at his broken friend’s mannerisms. He needed to do something.

Jaebum didn’t notice Mark poking his head through the doorway, he was blinded by his own tears. Yelling, sobbing, and...other things, were the only things Jaebum could possibly do ever since he met Youngjae. Jaebum became rather irritated at the memory of the angel. All he wanted to do was talk to him one more time, possibly learn about his magical life, perhaps share a kiss under the moonlight, perhaps continue the moment with something more of which Jaebum had only dreamed for so long-!

But no. Youngjae ran. “Beauty is forever fleeing,” Jaebum thought he heard that somewhere to justify the pain. He made it up, however, because he is not fond of remembering random quotes. “Seriously, who does that?” Anyways, Jaebum continued to sob, continued to wallow of self pity of losing the light of his life, his one true connection to a higher being. Oh, how he loved to think in similes and metaphors when he was depressed.

The deafening noise coming out of Jaebum’s mouth droned on, but Mark ignored it (to the best of his abilities) as he looked up the name of this Youngjae fellow on google. It took an accumulative time of two seconds to find him and his studio. “That idiot,” Mark thought as he printed directions to the studio. “Hopefully this works. I’m sick of his whining.” Mark walked back into Jaebum’s poor excuse of a bedroom, the floors were covered with tissues, and Mark didn’t know whether it was tears or...other forms of mourning, and he didn’t really want to ask.

“Hey Jaebum, can you go to this address and pick something up for me?”

Jaebum, who was still crying at the wall, turned to face Mark. He wiped away his tears and instantly became his normal, suave self, all signs of crying instantly gone. “How does he do that?” Mark wondered as Jaebum walked towards him in the hallway.

Jaebum cleared his throat to sound as if the love of his life didn’t just tease him with his presence and instantly run off, showing off his angelic abilities that Jaebum had no chance of competing with. “Uh, yeah sure.” He grabbed the papers nonchalantly, not caring to check the name of the place he was about to head to.

Mark waved him goodbye, smiling at the fact he could finally get some goddamn peace and quiet for once. Jaebum then went on his way, attempting to keep his suave facade. He couldn’t really do so, however, for people don’t exactly look cool when they have a paper two inches in front of their face in an attempt to read the directions. Another attempt at looking cool, not wearing glasses, was in theory a bad idea. “This place is kinda far away, what the hell does Mark need?” Jaebum looked up, noticing he arrived. “Where am I,” he pondered. Jaebum was completely lost (and blind), despite being told he was at the right place on the paper. That was until his angel saved him once again.

The directions now at his side, he was graced by a flying sheet that blew right into his face and refused to leave. “Ouch, what the fu-” He pulled the paper two inches away into his view and instantly lost his breath. It felt as if his eyes had deceived him. “Y-youngjae...is that you?” Observing the flyer for a show on Saturday, he found the beautiful smile of the one he loved so dearly... Jaebum held the flyer close to him. “It’s really you! Oh, you look better than ever! You smell great too!” Jaebum proceeded to sniff the paper, which did not smell like Youngjae at all, in fact, but he was not one to insult his angelic being. Minutes of Jaebum admiring the one he lost passed, and finally Jaebum’s grandpa-eyes noticed the name of the label that Youngjae belonged to. “It looks familiar…” Jaebum slowly shifted his eyes from the paper up to the building he was currently standing in front of. He could barely make out the words, but the blurs were indeed close enough to what the flyer said. “This couldn’t be a coincidence,” Jaebum thought as he simultaneous thanked Mark with a thumbs up to the sky. He had no choice, even Mark was an angel in disguise! An angel who truly did the god’s work.

Jaebum couldn’t stop himself from walking into the studio. It was a new beginning for him and his soulmate, and this time he wouldn’t let him run away.

Youngjae sat in his studio, dealing with his 10 o’clock stress-writing session alongside his partner. Jackson, his partner in crime, or music making, looked at him pitifully for a moment before averting his gaze, attempting to continue writing lyrics of his own. The stress-writing session was a new addition to their already busy schedule, but Jackson felt it was something he could grant his partner after he ran into the studio one day in a heaving, panting mess- and not in the mess that one would be in the bedroom as much as when you ran away from a murder scene.

Jackson thought about how Youngjae had changed ever since the incident. Youngjae refused to go into details about it (even though Jackson basically saved his life that day, Youngjae’s words, not his), but he did say that a guy with weird vibes started flirting with him to the point where he ran away. Jackson didn’t take him seriously that day. He kept asking Youngjae whether he was cute as well as making fun of him for over-reacting. But now, three songs about stalkers, not being interested and feeling unsafe later, Jackson realized that Youngjae was quite affected...and also is really good at suspenseful lyric writing. All of Jackson’s thoughts about Youngjae distracted him from writing his upbeat masterpiece, so he decided to let Youngjae stress-write by himself for a moment.

“Uh, I need to go to the lobby and get something,” Jackson said awkwardly and he stood up and stretched. Youngjae continues to scribble furiously, tongue sticking out in concentration. His silence Jackson took as acknowledgement as he stepped out the room.

Youngjae sighed in relief at Jackson’s disappearance. “Finally I can take a break! It’s been so long since I had the place to myself.” He knew Jackson would only be out for a moment, but he was going to cherish this time and chill out. Jackson refused to leave Youngjae alone, for good reason of course. Who knows what a traumatized Youngjae might attempt- although the most he thought about was taking a trip to Japan to chill out and reside in an internet cafe for a week or something, nothing overly-dramatic, that’s not “Youngjae style.”“A week has passed already,” Youngjae thought as he too got up and stretched his body. A week was probably way too long to be dwelling on the situation at the cafe that day, but Youngjae just couldn’t shake the vivid image of Jaebum winking at him and talking in tones that shook Youngjae to the core. It was terrifying the effect Jaebum had on him. “He...just…won’t...leave...my...brain!” Youngjae hit himself repeatedly on the head, trying to forget the stalker he hated so much. He failed to realize however, that Jaebum wasn’t stalker; he hadn’t tried to find Youngjae this entire time.

He was thinking too much again. It was a new habit he developed. But he always thought of Jaebum, nothing- no one else. Maybe in the back of his mind he found Jaebum cute, maybe he felt uncomfortable for no other reason than not ever having come across an attractive person taking interest in him. Maybe- “Nope! He’s a creep! Case closed.” Youngjae looked out the window after lashing out at himself (he liked to believe he was secretly made of two completely different people that bickered all of the time), to attempt to clear his mind. Nothing cleared his mind more than people watching...until then. He spotted some usual business people in their suits, the occasional person on a bike, but then, he looked down right in front of the studio.

“Am I hallucinating?” Youngjae asked as his eyes widened to unimaginable sizes. There he was. Jaebum. The stalker (man), the myth, the legend! Youngjae’s “he’s a stalker I swear” side of him felt justified and panicked at the same time. There was another feeling mixed in there as well, but it was shadowed mostly by the panic. “Stay calm, stay calm,” Youngjae took deep breaths as he kept his gaze on the well dressed man standing in front of the building. He wasn’t moving at all, and he kept a white piece a paper glued to his face. Youngjae couldn’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous he looked. Suddenly Jaebum took the piece of paper away from his face and looked up at the building. Youngjae gasped. “Does he know I’m here?!” More panic flooded through him. If there was ever too much of something in Youngjae’s life, it was panic right now. It affected him in weird ways. Hallucinations, maybe?

Youngjae never took his sight off of Jaebum as Jaebum looked back down and scanned what looked to be the street in front of him. Something told Youngjae that Jaebum looked confused. He noticed how Jaebum’s head whipped from side to side as if he didn’t know where he was. But soon enough he was back to being still, the only thing moving was his jacket waving in the wind. That same wind blew a bright sheet of paper right into Jaebum’s face. Youngjae would’ve laughed, but this was no laughing matter. Those bright colors could only be from one flyer: his. He prayed that the flyer would keep flying away, away from Jaebum’s reach, but unfortunately Jaebum grabbed the paper and looked at it manically for what seemed to be minutes.

Youngjae already knew that Jaebum was a weird dude, but what he saw only proved to him more that he indeed was insane as well. It started with that smile, that peculiar smile. The smile that only the devil, and some rude ten year olds in his apartment complex, could reproduce. Then the smile began to move, and Jaebum began talking. This would have been normal had there been someone there to talk with him, but the people Youngjae saw moments ago were nowhere in sight. Jaebum could only be talking to the Youngjae on the flyer (Jackson was also on the flyer, but Jaebum would never look at Jackson, Youngjae was sure). Youngjae continued to stare, now with a trouble looked on his features. He kept moving his mouth a few more seconds before he began to sniff the flyer. He really just sniffed it! Youngjae started feeling lightheaded, but he needed to see Jaebum go, he needed to know that this was all a coincidence and Jaebum was about to leave any minute now. What a mistake that was.

Vision going in and out of focus, Youngjae was determined to keep watching this strange event. Jaebum’s shoulders dropped, telling Youngjae that he exhaled the smell of the flyer. “This has to be it! Please go away I beg of you!” Jaebum was not done. Just as Youngjae had his tongue out before, Jaebum poked his pink little tip of his tongue out as well. Then unsurprisingly he released his entire tongue and placed it on the flyer, staying still for a moment before swiping it along the entirety of the flyer. Youngjae fell to the floor. Eyes shut, he let the silence consume him for a second before his obnoxiously loud thoughts came back. It was a moment of peace, but racing thoughts caught up to him and he curled into a ball.

“Why is he here? What does he want from me? He must’ve known I was here, there’s no other explanation! Who licks a flyer? Maybe I’m seeing things?” Too many questions at once and Youngjae couldn’t take it. And as if on queue his cell phone began to ring. Youngjae was so messed up at the moment that everything seemed like a horror movie. He got up from the ball he was curled up in and reached for his phone. It was Jackson.

“Hello?” Youngjae asked, feeling dizzy still.

“Hey come down, we have a visitor.”

Youngjae didn’t like the sound of Jackson’s voice in that moment. It felt like Jackson was in association with the murderer and Youngjae was the unsuspecting target. He knew there was only one person that visitor could be- the murderer (Youngjae began to convince himself Jaebum was a legitimate murderer now as well).

“Do I have to?” Youngjae tried his best to sound as if he didn’t just have a mini-mental breakdown.

“Y-yes of course! It’s someone you’ve been wanting to meet for forever!” Jackson sounded excited and Youngjae began to feel slightly normal again. “Someone I’ve been wanting to meet? So it’s not...Jaebum?”

“Fine, give me a minute.” Racing down the stairs, Youngjae needed to meet this person. He needed to get away from the trauma of the events of a few minutes ago. He needed a distraction.

Just a few more steps until he’s at the lobby and he can already see Jackson’s silhouette. Inching closer and closer until Jackson hears him and turns around, Youngjae freezes and mentally curses himself for thinking it could be anyone else.

Jackson smiles a huge smile and cheerfully introduces him.

He smiles and it takes a lot of might for Youngjae not to dissolve at this very moment. He wants to leave, but he’s in too deep. It’s gone too far.

“Hi, Youngjae.”

As if his life couldn’t get any worse.

“Hello, Jaebum.”

It seems as though this time, Youngjae won’t be able to run away...but that doesn’t mean he won’t try.

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