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theodora3022 · 4 years

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Since you wrote about Yandere Villians with Y/N having a cute fairy quirk, how about a Yandere Hero having a Y/N with a monstrous quirk? SO...you pick the hero! Pick any male hero who you believe can handle Y/N. You do such amazing writing.

Y/N have to wear a face mask to hide the muzzle she wears going outside. Y/N have a quirk where she goes on a frenzy. Her eyes turn red, her veins pop out of her skin, she starts growling and trying to bite anyone near by. A monster who craves to rip flesh and bones. Y/N can turn on her quirk if she feels so much anger or fear. Y/N doesn't want to hurt anyone. She wants to live a quiet and alone life.

Wolf

Pairing: Best Jeanist x f!reader

Warnings: light yandere content, power abuse, threats

Thank you so much for the compliment, dear anon! I went soft with the monster idea that I just made the reader into a werewolf...hope it is still good! I was torn between Kiri and Best Jeanist! I really like Best Jeanist, I wish he got some more screen time ... Maybe I’ll do another one for the shark boy later.

Some groundwork:

When your quirk manifested at four years old, you were not surprised: you come from a family of Mutant quirks, after all.

Your quirk, wolf, means you can transform into a wolf anytime. The longevity is unknown to you since you barely use it. Even in your normal human form, you still have wolf ears and tail. You also have a sensitive nose, just like canines. You (hair color) fluffy fur is the same color as your hair. In acient times, before quirks become a thing, you would be seen as a werewolf.

While transformed, it is hard to supress the wolf’s wild instincts, the desire to hunt, to kill and consume raw meat (extremely difficult if you are hungry). You hate it, being like a beast instead of human. You had outbursts in the past that nearly killed one of your friends. There fore you stay in human at all times.

So most of the time, you just kept a muzzle near you, just in case you would lose yourself to the beast again.

You always feel this...strange sense of difference between you and normal people, so all of your friends have mutant quirks. You kept your social circle small, only letting those who are deemed trustworthy close to you (you told them to run if they see any signs of you getting wild)

You always had a soft spot for animals, therefore you decided to work in a pet shop. Dogs especially loves you, maybe because your canine quirk. Cats not so much, as they had left quite a few marks on you when you just started.

Now you are the assistant manager, the salary is decent, so you do not look for anything more. You never thought of having a romantic relationship because you do not trust yourself: you do not want to hurt the person you love. So even if you had crushes you just kept those feelings hidden until they went away.

Best Jeanist/Tsunagu Hakamada

Did you know his favorite animal is wolf? Therefore he is a furry

Being the No.4 pro hero means taking on lots of stress, so Tsunagu decides to have an animal friend at home who he can talk to freely, without worrying leaking information (I mean how can animals pass on information).

He went into the nearest pet shop, hoping to find a furry companion, preferably dogs.

What he did not expect is to find you there, with those literal puppy eyes and fluffy ears sticking out of your hair, tending to the puppies.

Tsunagu met people with similar quirks before, and he finds them aesthetically pleasing. But seeing you with a litter of adorable puppies, laughing and petting them? He felt like his heart just melted.

“Hello sir. How may I help you today?” You put on your usual smile. Tsunagu is wearing his civilian clothes, so he is just another customer to you. A fashionable one, though. You took notice at his stylish blonde hair.

Tsunagu would ask you about all the options for adopting a puppy. However he is only half-listening: he is drawn to how your ears twitch towards any abnormal sounds...

“Oh, my ears? Sorry if they are distracting. It’s part of my quirk.”

Would get you to talk to him as much as possible, with lots of polite questions.

When you bid him good day as he walks out the door, holding a poodle puppy with its supplies, Tsunagu is determined to see you more.

You are warm, like a ray of sunlight in this stormy world. Having worked as a pro hero for so long, dealing with many negative things so often, make him attracted to positive people. Those furry wolf ears and tail only added to his admiration.

Whenever Best Jeanist is not needed at his agency, Tsunagu Hakamada would find excuses to drop by your shop. Whether it be buying new accessories for his puppy or simply need some advice on her, he would find a way to talk to you, to hear your voice.

Until he become acquainted with you enough, Tsunagu finally asked for you name.

“I’m (y/n), and you, sir?” “Tsunagu. Tusnagu Hakamada.”

Never have once you associated your friendly customer with the No.4 Pro hero of Japan. Tsunagu is charismatic and talkative (at least to you), never putting on airs like Endeavor. Since he wears a mask, the public does not have a good idea what he looks like.

Then you noticed those small gestures, how Tsunagu’s hands would “unintentionally” brush against yours when you hand over his paid items, how his body would lean in slightly towards you whenever you are talking. Or how his lips would curl upwards whenever your tails wags with excitement. You also seen him way more frequently compare to average customers.

“He got a crush on you.” One of you co workers, teases after Tsunagu left the store.

“No he doesn’t.” You blush, although considering her hypothesis.

You seen some of his clothes in fashion magazines, one of them costs more then your monthly salary. Tsunagu is clearly a rich man, a fashion designer perhaps.

“Ms.(y/n), sorry if this sounds intrusive, but do you have a lover?”

That was...unexpected. “No, I do not. Why did you ask, Mr. Hakamata?”

That saves him trouble. Best Jeanist has got this flawless reputation for years, he prefers not to taint it. But if he must, Tsunagu would not hesitate. You belong with him, and him only. “Well, it’s possible such a beautiful lady like you already has a significant other.”

“Mr. Hakamata...I-” You were not sure to blush or to smile. Now it is clear to you: This blonde is interested in you. However you do not know what to respond.

“Call me Tsunagu, please.”

The next day you would find a lily bouquet wrapped in denim on the store counter?! Who use that as a bouquet wrapper? Flatter as you are, you still find this unsettling. He did not show up for the rest of the day, which gives you time to think.

Tsunagu is handsome and kind. He seems like a perfect choice, but you wonder what he would say if he saw you as a bloodthirsty wolf, feral and hungry for killing.

You decide to turn him down, not wanting to give him false hope.

Some minor villain is causing trouble in the streets when you were walking home. You were just going to sprint away at first, but in the corner of your eye you saw a mother with her toddler daughter being corner by the villain. The way the mother tries to protect her child triggered something in you. You have to do something!

“Grr!!!” Suddenly a piece of flesh is ripped off the villain’s leg. The villain screams in pain, but you dodged every last one of his attacks while leaving deep bite marks on him. Soon the sidewalk is stained crimson with blood. You know the two had already gotten away, you should stop now. But the wolf instincts got the better of you. You crave blood, lots of it. The growing pool under you is not enough.

You heard police sirens, someone yelling for you to stop, but the wolf is not willing to. It seems it would not be satiated unless this villain dies a brutal death.

Streams of fibers wrapped around you, restraining you until you cannot move anymore.

When you regained consciousness, you were in a clean jail cell, still in your wolf form. You assumed that you are being confined in a hero agency since you just lost control.

The door cracked. It is Tsunagu! What is he doing here? And why is he wearing a jean mask?

Then you saw the rest of his outfit. Demin jeans suit from head to toe, the...the No.4?

He is Best Jeanist? What is happening now?

Tsunagu wanted to take things slow, he wanted to date you normally, letting you know everything about him, but this seems like too good of an oppertunity to pass up.

“(y/n), can you understand me?” He crouches down with a concerned look on his face.

You nod. You are not able to speak human languages while in wolf form, another draw back.

“Do your clothes come back when you transform? Or do you need some clothes?”

You left your clothes behind a dumpster before, so you just shook your head. If you were to transform now, it could be quite embarrassing.

Handing you a denim dress, Best Jeanist leaves to give you some privacy to change.

After you are dressed and back in human form, he took you to his office.

“I know you must have lots of question right now, but please allow me to explain somethings first.”

“The villain is in bad shape. You did quite a bit damage on him. His blood loss is immense; he is still in the ICU as we speak.”

Why don’t you just let him die, he’s a threat to society anyway. You ask yourself, silently.

“However, while he is a villain, you still hurt him too much. And it’s not even self-defence. You are not a hero, it’s illegal.”

You tense up. Would you face charges for this? For trying to protect other people.

“Would I go to Tartarus? For how long?”

“Oh, come now. As long as I have any say , I won’t allow that to happen.” Your eyes lit up, wanting to thank him.

“You can be my wife instead. Stay with me, and no charges would be pressed.”

What?

You know he likes you, but just asking to become his wife like that? Without dating first.

“Tsunagu, I... you...this...” He finds your stutters cute, as he traces his fingers along the edge of your wolf ears. Best Jeanist had been wanting to do that for so long, he worked so hard to restrain himself.

“Your choice. Either face court charges, or you can be with me, all is well.”

Tsunagu Hakamada is confident about his chances. An innocent, adorable civilian like you will not last long even in the most outer cells of Tartarus.

Tears slides down your chin as you give a reclutant reply. “I’ll...be with you.”

Who could have thought Tsunagu would do such a thing? He is always so nice and friendly. But now here he is, threatening you with this crime?

“Perfect.” Snapping a denim collar around your neck, he lifts your chin, forcing you to look up to him. “I can’t wait to get you home; you would be such a lovely little wolf. My little wolf.”

“Should you ever try to leave me, I’m sure Tartarus is always avaliable.”

#yandere bnha #bnha #bhna best jeanist #yandere best jeanist #bnha reader insert #best jeanist

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nour386 · 4 years

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Furry Fortune teller

Stan and Ford are stuck with a dilemma, Filbrick has told them to either find a way for Shanklin to earn his keep, or else the Stab Possum will be kicked back to the streets. Can they find a way to save their pet from the cold cruel outside world?

also on ao3!

This was my piece for the @lost-legends-zine. I hoep you enjoy this short adventure with the stans as they try to save their beloved pet possum.

“I can’t believe pop called me bologna!” Stanley threw himself onto his bed with a huff.

“He didn’t call you bologna,” Stanford corrected. “He called your idea bologna.”

“That’s the same thing! My ideas come from my head, my head is me, so he’s calling me bologna.” Stanley threw up his arms angrily.

“To be fair, you didn’t have much of a compelling argument,” Stanford said from behind his math book. “You can’t say he’s got stage fright to explain why we can’t show Pop Shanklin’s laser eyes.”

“I can too say that,” Stanley said. He slunk down to the floor. “I mean, you can’t prove he can’t do it just because you haven’t seen it. It’s like Santa or the Tooth fairy. Just because you didn’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t real.”

“I can’t argue with you there. However, Pop isn’t going to take that kind of reasoning.”

“I know. It stinks.” Stanley flailed on the floor of the bedroom. “Like old socks.”

“We’ve already tried testing his strength, agility and speed.” Stanford pointed to the obstacle courses that they had set up in their bedroom. “And he hasn’t shown any progress in any of them.”

“He’s made progress in being the toughest possum. Right Shanklin?” Stanley asked.

The stab-possum in question gave a small yawn before curling back to sleep. He’d nested in the shirt that Stan still hadn’t returned to the Sibling Brothers.

“Oh yeah, he’s tough,” Stanley said, grinning.

“Tough isn’t going to be good enough.” Stanford pursed his lips. “Pop said we needed something sellable with Shanklin or else he’ll put him out on the streets. Remember?”

“Don’t worry. This is just like in the latest issue of the Stilted Investigator Dogs! The pack is about to lose their dog house to some snooty poodle who wants to make it into a snooty salad bar unless they can raise the funds and stop her.”

Stanley continued his explanation of the plot line while Stanford nodded along, asking the occasional question about how dogs are able to communicate with humans yet still need to earn money.

“If they can talk to people why don’t they just put on a show and wow a bunch of locals and make money that way?” Stanford asked.

“I don’t know. Besides, if they did that they wouldn’t be able to stop the bank robber and get paid reward money for bein’ heroes!” Stanley said excitedly.

“That sounds contrived.” Stanford rolled his eyes.

“You’re just sayin’ that because there isn’t numbers on every page,” Stanley defended. “I bet if you read the first issue you’d see it’s really cool.” Stanley jumped to his feet and started to rummage through his drawers. “Now where did I leave it? I was reading it last night.”

He felt something bump against his leg. Looking down Stanley saw Shanklin with something in his mouth.

“Whatcha got there buddy?” Stanley asked, reaching down for whatever Shanklin was holding. “C’mon Slick, let ‘er go.”

Shanklin held tight with his teeth, but he was no match for the might of the one and only Stanley Pines. After a minor shake, and the accidental vaulting of Shanklin onto the lower bunk, Stanley found the comic he was looking for.

“Oh my gosh!” Stanley cried. “Sixer, did you see that?”

“I don’t think a possum shot-put will win us many friends,” Stanford deadpanned. “The last thing we need is some animal rights group giving Pop a whole bunch of calls.”

“No, not that!” Stanley bounded over to his brother. “Look, he brought me the comic I was looking for. It's like he knew what I was thinking.”

“He’s in the room with us. He could have just recognised what you were looking for from last night,” Stanford said. He watched as Shanklin scratched at Stan’s leg. “But that does raise the possibility of him having near-canine intelligence.”

“No way. He’s psychic. Like Ma!” Stanley waved his arms excitedly, dropping something from his comic book. “Oh no, my book mark.”

“You used a candy bar as a bookmark?” Stanford questioned. He watched with bemusement as Shanklin snatched the treat mid-fall and scampered under the bed.

“Hey give that back!” Stanley reached under the bed. “I was gonna have it for a midnight snack, but I didn’t stay up long enough.”

“Maybe that was why he took your comic?”

“Nuh-uh,” Stanley said, successfully pulling Shanklin out from under the bed by his tail. “He’s a mind reader possum, like Ma. But less hairy.”

“Probably shouldn’t say that around Ma.” Stanford stifled a giggle.

“That’s why you’re the smart one,” Stanley said, grinning.

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"So you're saying he needs a bigger curtain?" Ma Pines said, grinning.

"No way," Stanley said. "If we make it any bigger then no one'll see him. And then what's the point of setting up the show if no one is gonna see him?"

"Mystique, of course." Ma held up a fabric light. It was covered in stars and constellations. "When you start a show, you need to make a grand entrance. And what, my little free spirit, could be grander than a shadow puppet show?" She pinched Stanley's cheek before getting back to work.

"She does have a point," Stanford said from his perch on the floor. He had his nose in a fortune telling book, the current chapter titled 'Onion predictions and you!' "If we want a large number of people to come and watch Shanklin, then we'll need something really eye catching."

"He's Shanklin! What could be more attention-hogging' than that?" Stanley asked. "How many people have seen a stab-possum before?"

Shanklin was taking another nap, this time on an empty seat in the living room. He had been rushed downstairs the moment the brothers had agreed to ask their mother for help. And while he wasn't necessarily pleased with being so roughly picked up and moved, he was rather excited to smell the delicious lunch that Ma had been cooking.

"Everyone's seen a possum before, Stanley," Stanford said.

"Yeah, but he's a stab-possum!" Stanley insisted.

"The suckers won’t know that. Without his knife, they'll think he's some regular old possum, like your Pa," Ma said. She cut a small square from the fabric in her hand and laid it on Shanklin's back. "Oh, this could make a nice cape for you."

"Well they're dumb," Stanley muttered.

"Maybe instead one belly-aching, maybe you can help your Ma with cleaning up all this possum hair." Ma nodded to the lint roller.

"Aw, why do I have to do chores?" Stanley huffed.

"’Cause - uh, we need him prepped for his show," Ma said quickly. "Yeah, we're gonna need to clean Little Shanklin before his show so that the customers see his best side. You don't want him to get a bad picture do you? Imagine how bad the publicity would be. 'Failed Possum Performer Ruins Tourist Ice Creams with Fur.'"

"Oh no! Not the ice cream!" Stanley gasped.

"Yes the ice cream!" Ma smiled wickedly. "Are you gonna let all those delicious treats get spoiled by Shanklin's messy hair?"

"Never!" Stanley cried. He brandished the lint roller over his head as he ran to clean Shanklin of his loose fur.

"And make sure you get your clothes clean too," his mother called after him. She picked up her fabric once more and started to measure out the length of the curtain bar her sons had decided upon.

"You don't really think that would ruin his show do you?" Stanford had tucked away his book for now. He'd read enough methods of predicting the future that he was seeing stars.

"That depends on how you define 'ruin'," Ma said, smiling. "You know what they say, there's no such thing as bad publicity."

"But if people spread the word of how messy Shanklin is, then less people will come our way," Stanford said.

"That's why we need a good show to put on. How often do you think a tourist comes to this broad walk?"

"Once a vacation?" Stanford adjusted his glasses.

"Correct," Ma said. "And if new people are coming every day, then we've got new people to scam. And if more good news spreads about how amazing Shanklin's fortune telling is, then people will more likely take the risk of coming to see his show. And do you know why?"

"Because people could get their ice cream before coming to watch Shanklin's show?" Stanford asked.

"I knew you'd say that," Ma said, grinning. She reached down and pressed Stanford's nose, who giggled in response. "I was thinking that curiosity killed the cat."

"But satisfaction brought it back," Stanford rhymed. He was about to enjoy a well-deserved break when he heard his brother scream with pain, followed by a loud thud.

"Sixer, help! The lint roller attacked me!"

Stanford stood up to see his brother wrapped in the lint roller paper. It looked like a poorly designed Halloween costume, but stickier.

“I’m coming,” Stanford sighed.

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“Come one, come all!” Stan cheered. He danced along the boardwalk, catching the eye of every tourist and uninterested beach goer. “If you’re bored outta your mind from seeing the same old sand and water, then boy have I got what you’re missing!”

“I have been getting bored,” a tall man said. He wore a line of sunblock across his nose.

“I do hate sand and water,” the woman next to him agreed.

“What do you wanna show me? Is it a dinosaur?” The child with the couple asked.

“Even better!” Stanley hopped from one foot to the next. “A possum that’ll tell you the future!”

“That’s so cool!” A grin spread along the child’s face. “Mum! Dad! Can we go see the magic possum? Please please please?”

“It’s not by the beach is it?” His mother pursed her lips. Stanley wondered why she wore a swimsuit if she hated the beach this much, but chose to not say so out loud.

“No way. The sand makes his outfit uncomfy,” Stanley said.

“Well, if the possum is that understanding about the dangers of sand, then we have to go see them,” the child’s mother said smiling.

Stanley ran ahead, leading the vacationing family, and a few curious passersby towards Shanklin’s stand. His Ma had taken her crystal ball and its table out of the pawn shop and onto the boardwalk. Sitting on top of the crystal ball, in the centre of a mess of tarot cards, was the possum in question. A star-patterned hat adorned his head as Shanklin looked out at the audience. The possum gave a happy squeak when he saw Stanley return.

“Now Ladies, Gents and Germs, who's brave enough to have their fortune told by the most magical possum in the world?" Ma asked the crowd.

A young girl with pigtails, looking only slightly younger than Stan and Ford, bravely marched over to Shanklin's table.

Ma grinned. "Ah, a brave young lass aren't we?"

"All who approach Shanklin must place an offering in the gift bucket," Stanley tried his best to put on a mysterious voice. He held out a bucket towards the girl. She ran back to her parents and returned with a five dollar bill, which she dropped in the bucket before staring at the possum.

"Mr. Shanklin, where will I have the most fun today?" she asked.

"Take out a card, tell us what it says, and he'll tell you what he sees," Stanley said.

The girl nodded and drew a card from the many that surrounded the crystal ball.

"The Chariot?" she read.

Shanklin chattered his teeth to her.

"Sorry, I don't understand possum," she said in a small voice.

"Normally, a translation costs extra. But for such a pretty little lady, Stanley will give it to you for free," Ma said quickly, before Stanley could shove his bucket in her face again.

"Sure thing." Stanley put his bucket down next to the table. He tucked something into his pocket before walking over to the girl.

"The great Shanklin says that a Chariot card tells you of great enjoyment at the bumper cars at fun land. Or maybe with a toy car car you could get at the local pawn shop,” he added with a wink.

"What if my card was upside down?" the girl asked. "And I read it without turning it around?"

"Well, Shanklin says..." Stanley paused to let the possum in question squeak. "The exact opposite. If it was upside down then you should be careful, you might get bored out of your mind from the bumpers. Or maybe you should check out a doll from that pawn shop instead."

The girl gave Stanley a serious look before putting her card back. "Thank you, Mr. Shanklin," she said, before running back to her parents.

There many hushed whispers as Ma walked around, a small bucket in her hand. "So who’s up next? Shanklin takes advance payments." She grinned as various people dug out their wallets and threw a dollar or two into her bucket.

“Line up and Shanklin will read your fortunes!” Stanley said.

“Psst, Stan! That wasn’t the plan!” A harsh whisper came from somewhere unseen.

Stanley grinned. “C’mon Ford, this is more fun.”

“If we give a wrong prediction, people will be upset,” Stanford insisted. He poked his head out from under the table cloth, careful that no one from the crowd could see him.

“Half these people are here for the fun of it. I don’t think they’ll mind a bologna fortune,” Stanley said grinning, his bucket already full of ‘translation’ fees.

“Can you at least give a couple of the ones I’m suggesting?” Stanford asked. “This book is heavy, and writing predictions super-fast isn’t easy.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna join me up here?” Stanley whispered. “It’s like storytelling, but more fun!”

“I’ll stick to the facts,” Stanford muttered.

“Here’s a fact. After this pop won’t call Shanklin a waste of space ever again,” Stanley said grinning.

“Definitely,” Stanford agreed.

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Make sure to check out the companion piece for this fic found here by @garbagegnomes

#Gravity Falls #Staley Pines #Stan pines #Grunkle Stan #Stanford Pines #Ford pines #Grunkle Ford #Fic #Lost legends #Epilogue: Lost legends Zine #Caryn Pines #ma pines #Shanklin The Stab possum #mine

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addytheheartbreaker · 5 years

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"Meet Bezai the Egg"

Name: Bezai Lebedev Cawthorn

Age: 26

Height: 5'9 ft

Weight: 60 kg

Mask singer belong to: Johnny Weir

Friends with: Doll, Dog, Rabbit, Ice Cream, Leopard, Poodle, Lion, Penguin, Bee, Eagle, Alien, Skeleton, Peacock, Ladybug, Purple Peacock.

Appearance: pale white slick side hair, white with gold rings eyes, gold eye-shadow, cheek bones, small beard, white painted nails with gray crack design and a slim but athletic body (figure skating body type).

Clothing style: his fashion design clothing, coats (mainly Russian, Japanese 30's - 50's coat style), fur coats, his egg sunhat, LOTS of bling and jewelly, eccentric or formal suits (Main clothing). Dresses (to his fashion design or Johnny's fashion design), figure skating suits and Johnny's fashion clothing (for formal, party and broadcast occasions).

Fun facts about Bezai:

•the eccentric, narcissistic, flamboyant, stylish and "all eyes on me" Egg man.

•Egg is born a American, Russian and French (his father is American-Russian while his grandfather is French) and he is Japanese ancestry from his mother's side.

•Bezai can speak Russian and French when he was just a child, he taught himself to learn russian then started understanding Japanese when he was 14. He also learned Japanese too when he was 16.

•He is an ally and one of the iconic people of LGBTQ with Leon and Victoria. His sexuality is gay. He is still single.

•Egg is a anime lover since in his early teens. He is a fan of Yuri on Ice and old anime style times. Him and Johnny talk about it on different times.

•Bezai had been keeping his sexuality a secret from public and from Johnny. Johnny has suspected from his behavior after he had found out he had suffered on keeping his sexuality a secret as Johnny was the first person to convinced him to come out and supported him since and today.

•the reason why kept his sexuality a secret is because he had been bullied since childhood.

•as a child, Egg is isolated and trying to fit in to many children and at school. He is an excellent and a honoured student which envied by many students as most boys bullied him. He is also been verbally harassed by boys by calling him homophonic names which is the reason on keeping his sexuality.

•hr started skating in age 15, he is a huge fan of Johnny Weir's skating performance leading him into interesting in skating and fashion.

•he is an egg lover who always eats and cooks egg related dishes. He is an excellent cook and Bezai eats and diet on a healthy lifestyle because of his skating career.

•He is not a fan of fast food because he prefer to eat healthier food. According to Bezai, he considered fast food "a place of wasting your health".

•he owned 4 pets at his mansion and had taking cared properly either himself or his servants. He owned a white stallion, a white snow fox, a Chihuahua and a swan.

•He is a iconic figure skater from Olympic culture, a fashion designer, a model and a interviewer of the Olympian Winter along side Johnny Weir.

•Egg has retired since 2016 due to his injuries gotten worse. But he can still skating properly and begin designing clothing and interview with several Olympian skaters to socialize and teaching/encouraging skaters.

•He had an accident during his skating performance since 2015. He got injured himself both his knee and hips when he is about to do the trick. That accident horrified Johnny concerning his safety.

•He has been pressured so much due to suffered anxiety issues and intense fear of disappointment/failure.

•when he pressured too much, he will 'crack' mentally. He is lucky that he hadn't harmed himself or commit recklessness.

•Bezai's mentor, Johnny is always worried of Bezai's health and his anxiety issues. Fearing the thought of Bezai doing something harmful to himself.

•He had bodyguards and servants to protect, escort and serving him because of his insecurity and needed emergency.

•Egg lived in his own mansion in the middle of a beautiful field, his mansion is a Victorian like castle, a farm for his vegetable harvesting (because of his healthy lifestyle) and his pet horse, a huge gym and a room filled with stuffed animals.

•he is actually a stuffed animal collector, he mainly collect panda, polar bears, snow fox, swans and fluffy and furry stuffed animals.

•Bezai has a soft spot for soft furry fur and he always sleep with a huge egg like bed inside a very soft cushions, pillows and a soft furry blanket. The reason why he is likes anything soft is because he is an Egg. (If you know what I mean)

•the reason why he is sleeping with an egg like bed is because he is afraid of getting caught by dust, germs and caught himself a cold. (If you remember the clues where Egg is inside a big egg container)

•He is a huge fan of Lady Gaga. He had an autograph from his favorite celebrity and he wanted the signature to his most favorite ice skating costume. He even listened to her songs and brought all albums.

•Egg is rocking with heels! He can wear them and dance with it like a real god he is. (Bezai: of course I can rock it, I'm fabulous!)

•He can wear both dresses and suits what ever he likes. If anyone dare to insult or gave him a homophobic insult at him, his bodyguards would murder/assassinated them. He will ignore it and do what ever he wants.

•Egg has a collection of champagne, he only drink it every weekends.

•Bezai and Nicol often compete to each other teasingly as frenemies. Because of the "their chemistry don't mix well" due to Dog's Gothic puck bad boy persona/style and Egg's flamboyant, narcissistic and stylish style didn't mix so well. Bezai often to teasing Nicol by smacking his butt, teasing him into something that makes him embarrassed and bragging for his closeness to Addy while Nicol often to do scare pranks at him (not too much or too far, but didn't do often because of Addy), fake threats, always pulled his egg hat and teased him about his favorite yaoi ships.

•Egg and Ice Cream are partners together before and after the Masked Singer. Because they both food related.

•Egg is really adored to Doll. Addy admired his flamboyance and stylishness (because I have a soft spot to guys with flamboyance and sassy attitude) and all his bling. While Bezai is being impress of Addy's talent, potential on fashion designing, her elegance and Egg literally saw Doll like a model.

•Egg really wanted Doll to become his model because of her beautiful features and body type. However, Doll doesn't wanted to due to my shyness and I had been told that I look like a super model. Bezai convinced me that I am until Nicol caught that attention.

•Bezai becomes Addy's fashionista/fashion designer, her modelling teacher and a good figure to influence her. Nicol proposed him to become Addy's influential to give her better confidence and helping her picking up clothes for her.

•His room when staying at the Masked Singer season 2 mansion, his room is of course Victorian like, pure white with a hint of jewels, ice, crystals and yellow. With his egg bed, fluffy carpet floor, his stuffed animals and mannequins clothing hanging beside his desk of his several designing clothes.

•Egg work out 4 hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to keep his body shape in the same body type.

•he owns two weapons: fork like trident and blades heels/shoes. He knows how to use it and he can fight himself for self defense. Despite he has bodyguards to protect him because of the concerning pressure, he can managed to fight alone or competing someone who challenged him or Egg challenging him.

•Bezai's powers is ice and his fighting style are swan technique style (it is actually flight, he prefer it to be called "Grace style"), agility and balancing (a fox style "skater's style") and some kicking attacks (using his blade heels/shoes)

•Egg is actually a friend to Eagle because they known each other in New York both are interviewers, Peacock since he is a fan to Peacock's performance in Las Vegas, Penguin, Poodle, Alien and Lion together meet each other at the gala every year then Leopard, Bee and Ladybug also met at the gala but the three both commonly have a royal like clothing together.

•Bezai met one of Addy's member from her gang. Narcis the Purple Peacock. Since 4 years ago before the accisent, they first met when Bezai is skating himself at the private skating ring until he notice Narcis's skating first and showing off his skills then the Purple Peacock is offering him a special free drink and complement his professional skating skills.

•the mysterious Russian Purple Peacock even gave him a nickname "ваши милости" ("your Graces" in English).

•Narcis is the one who helped the injured Bezai carrying him out if the ice. Bezai wanted to know who is the mysterious charming man and he also remembered he is actually a Russian man.

•Addy knew it because Narcis told her that he had met the iconic Egg man. He told her not to tell him just yet.

•Egg might have a crush on the mysterious Russian Purple Peacock.

•He CAN'T go out without wearing bling. (Bezai: trust me, I won't go outside the place without wearing my jewelry)

#the masked singer human au #the masked singer #the masked au #mask au #bezai lebedev cawthorn the egg #bezai lebedev cawthorn #bezai #masked singer

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Yuuri Week 2017, Day 7: Free Day Title: Fruit Bearing Tree Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Phichit Chulanont, Victor Nikiforov. Pairings: Yuuri/Victor, Yuuri & Phichit. Genres/Tags: Romance, Friendship, Humor, Fluff, Crack, AU. Rating/Warnings: T/None. Summary: Living as modern day botanical witches where witchcraft had already been outlawed certainly had its pitfalls. Luckily Yuuri and Phichit manage to get by. Yuuri’s boyfriend/neighbor also helped keep their secret, until he bit from a piece of wishing fruit.

Of all the ways Yuuri thought a lazy Sunday should go, this definitely wasn’t it. He and Victor tried to coordinate their days off as much as possible so they could sleep in together, but early this morning Yuuri had to go cosign and renew the lease on his and Phichit’s shared apartment. As Yuuri unlocked and opened the door he wasn’t a step in before he was knocked back by an abrupt force.

“Congratulations, Yuuri,” Phichit teased as he rounded the corner. “You now have two dogs named Victor. How do you feel?”

Yuuri simply stared at the silver tip and full size poodle in his lap. He couldn’t budge as the pooch licked a long stripe along his cheek in greeting. In a moment of bubbling hysteria he considered it ironic that he’s meeting the canine version of his boyfriend the same way he met Makkachin.

“Like I should have my licence to practice magic revoked,” He deadpanned.

If there was one all-inclusive word to describe Yuuri’s coven it had to be ‘simple.’ No, they didn’t cackle around a cauldron or organize a weekly Séance. The things people believed were hilarious actually, but the brewing aspect of mainstream media was accurate at least. Their coven specialized in botany. Specifically, they infused their brews into ordinary fruits to create hybrids that were generally various types of cures. Red berries with a purple diamond pattern served as balms, while stemless pink apples could cure a common cold after immediate consumption.

As the eldest and most versatile member Yuuri was the leader. Their coven was made of only six and they made sure to always stay in pairs for safety since their practice was still considered illegal on paper. The others were Leo and Guang Hong, as well as Mila and her new apprentice Yurio. Their magic stemmed from light and through it they made things grow. Cures weren’t the only things they could make though and Yuuri had recently begun experimenting with making a wishing fruit, although the effects were meant to be temporary. Apparently there were a few bugs to work out though...

Yuuri blinked at the sound of a shutter click.

“Not now, Phichit!”

Phichit grinned as he looked at his phone. “Oh come on, Yuuri. You have to admit this is pretty funny, look at him!” He turned the device around so Yuuri could see the picture. As a dog Victor looked just like Makkachin, but with light silver fur. “You guys look great!” He cheered.

“You should’ve been here when Vicchy and Makka first saw him, it’s like they were reacquainting with a long lost friend,” Phichit trailed off. At the moment the other two dogs were strangely keeping their distance. It looked like even they reached their quota of “Strange Things that always happen in the Yuuri and Phichit BFF apartment of Magic, Gardening and other Witchery.”

“Why would he change into a dog though?” Phichit wondered.

“I guess because he wanted to be one,” Yuuri said sharply.

“Well, what are you going to call him? Victor the second? Victor II? I guess neither makes much sense since he’s 28 years old and much older than Vicchan. Hey!” He looked gleeful. “I read the oldest known dog lived to 29 years and five months. If we keep him like this we could make a killing through Guinness.”

“I don’t know what your definition of ‘a killing’ is since Guinness doesn’t pay their record breakers. Besides, we’re not making money off my boyfriend...my dog...something. Ugh,” Yuuri sighed. It was barely noon and he already had a headache. Victor nuzzled against his neck and Yuuri automatically giggled.

“I don’t understand how this happened, though?” Yuuri wondered. “I had that fruit set aside for storage in the blue bowl.”

“You did?”

“Yes...Phichit, didn’t you put it away?”

“Wait a minute,” Phichit looked blank for a moment then his eyes widened.

“No, I did! I remember specifically...” Phichit moved over to the front entryway to retrace his steps. “I walked through the door, I put my keys on the hook, I went past the kitchen island to get my mail and... ...oh,” He hesitated when he didn’t automatically reach for the place they keep their newly made fruit before it was stored in their little greenhouse. “Uh...whoops?” He offered.

“‘Whoops’? That isn’t the word innocent people use, Phichit.”

“I was tired, okay? I’m a young adult, I’m entitled to the occasional ‘whoops’ moment.”

Despite the initial hiccup Phichit was quick to contact the others for help. He was the one in charge of coordinating their monthly Sabbath.

“Leo suggested a reverse agent. Since whatever Victor ate is untested we probably shouldn’t mix anything different, that could make him really sick...or worse; he and Guang Hong are looking into it now. I couldn’t really tell if Yurio had any ideas between sounds of cackling and proclamations of ‘stupid old man’ though.”

Yuuri sighed, at least he was having more of a normal reaction to the situation. “I’m sorry, Victor. I should’ve been more careful...”

Yuuri was currently seated on the couch and Victor hadn’t hesitated hopping up next to him and putting himself half in Yuuri’s lap. Phichit noted they didn’t actually look much different like this, with the exception of sharper teeth and more fur of course.

“He looks comfortable enough,” Phichit offered. “Really comfortable actually. Think he was a dog in a past life?”

“It’s possible, he loves them enough. He always talks about wanting to have a cute house with a white picket fence, adopt 2.5 kids and a big ‘doggo’ family.” He said with a smile.

Phichit clicked his tongue.

“Don’t worry, Yuuri. Although those families usually have only one dog you’ll still have your “American Dream.” Even though we’re not in America and this isn’t the 1950s anymore. This isn’t a fruitless endeavor.”

“Oh my god.”

Despite himself Yuuri still laughed as his roommate went into one of the bedrooms. Their apartment was spacious and consisted of three bedrooms, the last one they used as a greenhouse.

Yuuri had no idea how he did it, but Phichit had reconstructed the chemical makeup of his phone battery so he could charge it with light magic. Then he used a reflective surface and a projection screen to cast the light to feed their plants and smaller fruit trees during cloudy days. He wondered what people who strongly believed that magic couldn’t co-exist at the same time with technology and science would think of their methods.

Yuuri shook his head started looking through his tomes for a solution to their newest problem.

Later Yuuri scrubbed his eyes, the lines of text had started to bleed together and were giving him a headache. The wishing fruit was a prototype and were designed to only be temporary, the effects would ebb away after the fruit was no longer in the consumer’s system. However that was his first batch, he had no idea if the affects were permanent or not.

Yuuri liked to experiment and come up with new recipes. He wished more people were as open to new things like Victor. He’d recently created a fruit that looked like a hybrid of a starfruit, but with a pineapple’s blossoming leaves. If you ate three over three days it would mend a broken bone with only the need for a splint to prevent further damage during the healing process. He supposed that would put a lot of health practitioners and pharmaceutical companies out of business though. That didn’t prevent people from buying their fruit. It was their main source of income and did more than pay their bills and rent. They lived pretty comfortably considering their clientele thought they were simple herbal remedies and obviously nothing to do with magic.

Yuuri looked up as Phichit entered the room. He looked amused at the ‘dogtourage’ camped out around Yuuri.

“Yurio forwarded a reverse agent with very specific instructions. It’s for “Katsudon’s eyes only” he said.” Phichit handed over a sheet with detailed measurements. “It will need a base though.”

Yurio had an innate talent for combining elements in his recipes, but he struggled to develop them into full compounds. He was fifteen though, he had plenty of time. He was already advanced for his age.

“Thanks, Phichit. Thank him too for me. I’ve got it,” Yuuri said as he rose from the sofa. He headed over to an adjoining door in their kitchen which doubled as a utility and storage room, as well as Yuuri’s workshop.

The scent of vinyl was heavy in the room. It contained a pervasive musk, but Yuuri found it comforting in his work space. He grabbed a few anti bacterial wipes and rubbed down the surface of the wooden board on the tabletop and flipped it over to repeat. He then brought out his toolbox and snapped on a pair of latex gloves and goggles. No matter how cautious and sterile he made the place, every witch who specialized in botany ended up with a green tint on their fingertips.

Incidentally that was how Victor started suspecting he wasn’t an ordinary botanist or gardener early in their relationship.

“I’ve heard gardeners have a metaphorical green thumb, but this is a bit excessive, don’t you think?” Victor had asked during their third date. He was seated across from Yuuri in a nice restaurant when he’d leaned across and held his hand. He ran his fingers along each digit, pads rubbing into the mossy looking stains.

Yuuri knew then he had a choice; that Victor was leaving that choice up to him. He could choose to go along with the default story he and Phichit came up with, or he could take a chance and trust him. Victor would probably buy his old standby explanation, but the thought of lying to Victor made him sick. After so long he wanted to open up to someone outside of the coven. He really and truly did.

After their date he decided to show him his workshop, seeing was believing after all. Victor had been shocked and awed of course. He’d stumbled over grasping the idea that witchcraft wasn’t something from movies or fiction and yet he didn’t react at all the way Yuuri had feared deep down. In fact he looked excited at the prospect.

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Yuuri.” He knew their secret would be safe with Victor. However seeing the unblemished look of awe on his face was enough for Yuuri to wish he could do it again just to see him smile like that.

Yuuri was brought of his thoughts with a start as the door creaked open. Yuuri was used to leaving it ajar now as Victor liked to come in and watch him work. Of course he had no magic to make the formulae work, but he found the brewing process fascinating. Victor was an accountant and financial planner, Yuuri imagined the careful measurements and calculations appealed to his affinity for numbers.

So much like he did as a human, canine Victor leaned against his desktop and watched him work. Yuuri missed him, it was ridiculous because he was still right there and it had only been a few hours since the transformation, but he missed him.

He set to work, cleaning his glassware and brought out a few flasks of green, yellow and mahogany red from the old fridge he and Phichit had purchased from Craigslist to store their chemicals in. He moved aside the stand and buret he used for titrations and brought out his Bunsen burner. He then followed the instructions and measured the proper quantities of each into an Erlenmeyer flask to make the medium and set it on the burner. Taking an eyedropper he added a few drops to the liquid, the mixture then started to bleed indigo. He then removed it to cool. He then followed the instructions Yurio sent and pipetted a few other chemicals into the cooling liquid.

Yuuri pinched the inside of his gloves, pulling them so they came off inside out and he wouldn’t get any chemicals on his skin. He then removed his goggles and replaced his glasses. With a few muttered words he wrapped his hands around the warm flask and then a flash, a brief whiff of mead and ozone, then the mixture fizzled to life and began to solidify. Before it could ruin the glass he dumped it onto an untempered orange in a bowl. It immediately absorbed into the fruit and became a bright teal with violet accents.

Normally with a new fruit he would dissect it so he and Phichit could harvest the seeds then cultivate and multiply them in the greenhouse, but he was pressed for time. He pivoted on his stool and slid off, sitting on the floor next to Victor. He began peeling the skin and held out the sky blue fruit.

“Come on, honey,” Yuuri says quietly. “Swallow all of it. For me, please?”

He held it in the flat of his hand and Victor eagerly lapped it up then gave an answering lick to the tip of Yuuri’s nose. Yuuri had to dig his heels into the tile to stop from being bowled over again by the sudden enthusiasm.

“Yuck,” He chuckled and readjusted his glasses, the gesture had knocked them askew. “Don’t do that. It’s too weird right now. Now my nose is sticky.”

He was sure Victor grinned at him.

“It’s still going to take awhile for you to change back,” Yuuri told him. “But at least we don’t have to go anywhere today...”

Yuuri turned his attention away at the sound of knocking on the door frame.

“Yuuri dear,” Phichit said with false cheer. “We have a new problem. Michele and Sara want to do their inspection now.”

Uh oh, Yuuri thought with a bit of trepidation. Michele was their landlord and last time he did an inspection he’d accused them of using too much water on their inside and outside garden. Of course he didn’t know they used magic on both, but he still tried to raise their rent. Fortunately for them the case was dropped when Michele couldn’t prove it.

“I can’t go out there with a second dog. He’ll probably try to raise our rent again,” Yuuri grimaced.

“I don’t want to talk to Michele either,” Phichit said. “You know how he is. He’s strict on his ‘one pet only’ policy to the point that he even disapproved of my hamsters coming to live with us. My hamsters, Yuuri. We had to smuggle them in during moving day, remember?”

“We can hide the hamsters, Phichit. We always do. What we can’t hide is another full size poodle who isn’t on ours or Victor’s lease. If Michele is suspicious of anything we’re doing he could report us and we’re looking at potential jail time here,” Yuuri reminded.

Thankfully Sara was there, Yuuri thought. She and Mila were dating and so she knew all about them.

“Fine,” Phichit relented. “But you owe me. Also, I’m putting the kids in here with you until they leave, so you better make sure they’re safe.”

“I promise,” Yuuri nodded. “Thanks Phichit.”

“I love you too,” He teased.

After they ran a checklist of every suspicious bit of equipment they had they were as ready as they’d ever be. For good measure they also moved the one empty pipette rack they kept in the kitchen refrigerator to the utility room. Phichit then went to answer the door while Yuuri stayed in the workroom with three dogs and three hamsters. He wasn’t sure how this became his life honestly, but they needed to be on their best behavior since Michele could be prickly.

Michele also didn’t like their flowering trees, even though they kept them in pots on their patio and away from common property. Sara liked them, she thought they were whimsical. She’d also winked at Yuuri and Phichit and Yuuri had found out later through Mila that she and her were dating. Being involved with another coven member meant that a great deal of trust was involved, therefore partners of coven members were also considered part of the family. When Michele asked where they’d acquired such ‘weird-looking’ vegetation in their greenhouse they settled on another standby and explained that they were tropical fruits from remote islands in the Caribbean. It was one of their least inventive stories to date, but Michele seemed to buy it at least. So, small blessings.

Yuuri settled down in a chair as he heard the front door open and Phichit’s voice greeting the Crispinos. Like he’d done all day, Victor hopped up next to him and settled in his lap.

As it would happen though, their caution wasn’t needed as the dog’s fur started to shimmer and glow. The shape then began to morph.

“Check the utility room, Sara.” Yuuri distantly heard Michele’s voice. “Find anything?”

Sara looked into the room at Victor—human Victor—sitting on Yuuri’s lap, with blue fruit juice dribbling from his mouth and the remains of a magical trail still dissipating. “Nope. All clear in here, Mickey.”

Not that the other two occupants in the room were paying much attention, she noted in amusement.

Yuuri gaped. “Victor! The fruit actually worked? You’re back to normal!”

Victor beamed at him. “I knew it would, my Yuuri.”

Seeing Victor happy and perfectly fine was too much for Yuuri to contain. He felt compelled to express every bit of relief he felt through the kiss he pulled him down into, pouring every bit of emotion he had into it. When they pulled back it was with matching grins and content giggles.

Sara later told them that Mila had called her and explained the whole situation. As building manager, Sara didn’t normally come for apartment inspections, but she thought they might need help playing defense against her twin brother’s nosy tendencies.

“Mickey’s not a bad guy,” She reassured before leaving. “He’s just a bit too ‘by the book.’ I think he’ll come around eventually. Then you two won’t have to hide so much.”

As for the reason for Victor’s transformation, it turned out it wasn’t that deep after all. Victor had just been leaving Yuuri’s bedroom when Yuuri returned from a walk with Vicchan and Makkachin. He grabbed what he thought was a clean pear while he watched Yuuri play with both dogs in the entryway and had the passing thought that he wanted to join in on the fun. It wasn’t technically even a wish. He didn’t notice until it was too late that the inside of the pear was fuchsia either. Yuuri had left soon after though to meet with Michele and Sara.

“Apparently there are more than a few kinks in the recipe...” Yuuri sighed and looked sheepishly over at Victor. This is exactly why he was trying to tint the skins of the magic fruit as well.

Victor just smiled and shrugged.

“Wow,” Phichit said with a chuckle. “It’s a good thing Victor wasn’t there while you were signing our new lease. He might have turned into a pen. Since Yuuri likes to nibble on the tips of pens.”

Yuuri made a choking sound.

“Would that have been bad?” Victor asked curiously.

“Actually it would have,” Yuuri answered uneasily. “Transformations from organic matter into something synthetic or vice versa never end well, the composition and chemical makeup aren’t equal, so...”

“Meaning?”

“You probably would have transformed back...in pieces,” Yuuri winced.

Not even Victor could hold back a cringe.

“Well,” Phichit pushed himself out of the chair. He stretched his back with a pop. “It all turned out fine. Although Victor might have trouble scrubbing out the scent of dog from his hair. Anyway, I’ve got work in half an hour. Those freshly grown antioxidants and antihistamines won’t sell themselves. To think we made durian fruit actually not smell and taste horrendous! Have fun you two.”

Yuuri waved as his friend grabbed his keys and jacket, closing the front door behind him. He couldn’t be more grateful for his help today. He felt eyes on him and noticed that Victor was staring at him with a muted giddy expression.

Yuuri smiled back. “What is it?”

There was definitely color rising on Victor’s face. Yuuri hoped it wasn’t a side effect of the change. “You called me honey. Before, in the workshop.”

Yuuri blushed up to his ears. Is that why he’d been so enthusiastic when he’d fed him the fruit? It wasn’t that big of a deal was it? He’d been willing himself to do it for awhile now, but... “Y-yes? I suppose I did.”

“I liked it.”

Yuuri smiled shyly. “Then I should call you that more, shouldn’t I?”

“I’d like that.” Victor beamed and not even Yuuri could deny that was a blush.

A quiet settled over the room, no doubt they were both feeling the effects of a long day. Yuuri cleared his throat.

“Aren’t you glad to be back to normal? That must have been pretty...awkward.”

“Of course,” Victor answered. “I have to say it was a very interesting experience.” He added simply.

“Weren’t you worried though? I mean, it was an experimental fruit you ate. They don’t have negative side effects, but it could have been permanent...” Yuuri trailed off guiltily.

“Not at all,” Victor answered immediately. “I know we’re worlds apart and I could never really understand what it’s like to live as you both do.” He reached over and balled one of Yuuri’s hands together and pressed a kiss to the back. “What I also know is that you’re the best at what you do. I knew you’d figure it out. What I enjoyed was watching you work towards it. You’re so focused and assured, your fingers so dexterous. I knew you’d find a solution,” He murmured reverently.

Yuuri exhaled and leaned into Victor’s side, turning to hide his blush in his lover’s shoulder. “Can I just say how much I appreciate your nonchalance and blasé attitude towards things that would make most people run screaming?”

Victor hummed, running his fingers through the tresses of Yuuri’s black hair. “Then they’re fools, to be honest. Knowing that fantastical elements like what you and your friends do and truly exists is something people should embrace, not be afraid of.”

Yuuri said nothing. He idly wore the fabric of Victor’s shirt between his fingertips. This was the first time they’d run into what could’ve been a bad situation for them all. Like Sara said, Michele wasn’t a bad guy, but there were people out there who would’t hesitate to see them brought to justice. Victor would get in trouble for being an accomplice, for essentially hiding them.

Yuuri sighed. He had to say something at least. It was the right thing to do.

“Victor, I...” Yuuri swallowed. “I hope you know what you’re getting into. I mean, I’m a witch, weird things are going to happen all the time. You have to know that not everyone shares your viewpoint and you could get in trouble for it.”

Victor shook his head. “Yuuri, the moment you worked up the courage to ask me out that first time—even though there wasn’t a chance I’d say no—I decided I was on this ride for a long as you wanted. I loved you before you shared your secret with me. You being a magical being just adds some extra spice to your dish,” He said with a wink.

Yuuri teared up at the swell of emotions. He felt so full of love for the man he already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Their coven was small, but at least they had each other however distance was a huge factor. For more than safety’s sake, the reason for staying in pairs was companionship. He would have felt so isolated if not for Phichit and now Victor.

“Victor, that means more than you might ever know. I love you too.”

#yuuriweek #day: 7 #theme: free day #katsuki yuuri #yuuri katsuki #something silly and self-indulgent to finish the week with #happy yuuri week everyone #queue #fic

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ASSIGNMENT: PROCESS JOURNAL: THE DESTINATION AND JOURNEY (group assignment)

Review and select a subject matter that you anticipate will contain a problem to solve. Provide a rationale why you should be part of the team, outlining your interest, expertise and contributions. You will work with a team, throughout the remainder of the course, to collectively and collaboratively work through the stages of the creative problem solving process. Each team member should post a copy of this document to their process journal.

Aharon:

Having grown up with pets most of my life I am excited about starting our group topic of pet safety. This seems like a market that has been lagging with providing well thought out design solutions for people and their pets.

I feel that I can bring my knowledge in design research (quantitative and qualitative) and product development (iterating, sketching, storyboarding, prototyping/user testing, and manufacturing) to the group. My interests, aside for my love of pets, are product development, graphic design, and working with the team to develop an amazing solution.

Ben

I’m irrationally in love with my pet and even named my company after her (Lola Digital Media). Beyond the emotional connection, I’m aware at how quickly the industry is growing, and how rapidly it’s evolving (pet insurance, healthy food, etc) -- there’s a lot of opportunity to design innovative products.

I can bring market research, forecasting, modeling, strategy, business development, and collaborating with the team to bring forth an amazing (and perhaps quirky!) solution.

Jamae

Unfortunately, I’ve never had a pet, but I have always wanted one! I have, however, “pet sat” several of my friends’ furry friends and I have never been so paranoid in my life. I think this topic has several avenues to ease the anxiety of pet owners and pet sitters.

I believe my experience, and lack thereof, can bring a “fresh eye” perspective to the group. In addition to this, I hope my desire to understand, find the best solutions, and be a team player will add to our success. As far as practical skills, I enjoy research, ideation, product development, strategy, branding, and design.

Minah

I have always loved four-legged furry animals, especially cats and dogs. I developed a cat allergy after moving to the States which meant that I could only be around dogs, and I dog-sat for many of my friends. Currently I have a miniature poodle named Sebastian who was rescued from the Interstate 10 and have been a part of my family for over ten years and a hermit crab named Claus who’s been with us for almost two years.

Sebastian has had a major health scare four years ago when tests revealed that he had about a dozen bladder stones. He was already a senior dog then and it was a very tricky surgery, but we were lucky that the surgery went without complications and the little one eventually pulled through. It was a very educational experience for me, seeing my fur-child go through this, learning that the condition is very much diet-related. Although health-related safety is just one dimension of our topic “pet safety”, it is also a major concern of many pet parents especially since related costs can be exorbitant.

I can bring my strong research skills to the team, along with my compassion for all animals. Sebastian is also ready for beta-testing!

Pet Safety

According to the American Pet Products Association (APPA) 68 percent of U.S. households owned some sort of pet in 2016 . Among those pets were about 90 million dogs and 94 million cats. (https://www.washingtonpost.com/science/2019/01/31/how-many-americans-have-pets-an-investigation-into-fuzzy-statistics/?utm_term=.a5d806fe80fd)

ASSIGNMENT: PROCESS JOURNAL: CONTINGENCY MANAGEMENT (group assignment)

Create a new post in your process journal and identify the project’s contingencies, real or imaginary, that may impede progress, that seem outside of your control, and or issues that need to be resolved before you can move forward. Respond individually at first, and then share and discuss with your team the following “behavioral modifications” or rules of engagement:

● Understand your limits. what are your capabilities and the collective capabilities of your team?

I think the team is more than capable of collaborating to address our problem through research, iterations, prototyping, testing, and design to promote a solution.

Probably the most restrictive of the team’s limits is the availability. With the team being three hour time difference away from each other, in addition to other courses that Ben and Jamae are currently taking, the trick will be to arrange the time for checking in with each other. But between Slack and emails, I’m sure we’ll find clever ways to work with one another.

● Establish reasonable and feasible goals and standards. What are your and your team’s intentions and are they in line with your abilities. Where does your team have gaps and how will you mitigate that?

I feel that the only gap we may have as a group is with the manufacturing side of things (cost, tooling, logistics, etc) and understanding the process that go along with it. As far as goals and standards, I would be happy if we could have a fully developed solution backed with a clear branding and marketing proposal.

Differing perspectives could be a strength or weakness as well. I know I am a bit “out there” when it comes to ideation whereas others on the team are more practical, but if balanced well, will develop something innovative and feasible. Because we all have a level of project management under our belts, the desirable goals listed should obtainable within the time constraint.

I think the differing backgrounds and perspectives will bring unique insights in ideation phases, as well as rolling out the final product.

● Be strict and consistent. Do not promise what you cannot deliver. Talk with your team on how to stay within scope and meet and exceed expectations with within your collective means.

I think this is where the weekly group meet-ups are key with keeping us accountable and open with the team. Establishing a clear weekly deliverable for each group member will ensure that we are still on track and in scope with our assignments (group & individual).

Once roles and action items for each member are established it will make project planning and blocking out a timeline clearer.

It would be great during the weekly group meet up if we can start by briefly discussing our schedules for the week. We all have careers and other obligations outside of the class, so communicating early on about what is realistic workload would benefit the entire team tremendously.

● Reward yourself. What incentives do you and your team value when you meet your goals and, conversely, what is agreed upon and accepted “consequences” for you or your team members not contributing or behaving poorly?

Having met everyone in the group at our cohort, I’m not worried about a team member not contributing or behaving poorly. Knowing how good of a team we have and our combined skill sets, I’m more concerned about being the one who becomes a burden on the group. For me the incentive is getting to collaborate, learn, and have fun working on the project with the group.

Agreed, we definitely have an extremely self motivated and supportive cohort. I will say my incentive is the experience of the process and the ability of getting a “second shot” per say. During the residential, I definitely skipped ahead to my favorite steps and the process is extremely unforgiving when you do this under a tight time constraint. I did not feel as though I got to fully embrace this methodology and I hope I can find redemption this time around.

Having met everyone at the IPR, I believe we’ll all achieve the “internal” incentive of feeling accomplished after a job well done after a goal is met or exceeded.

I agree with everyone here. The IPR experience revealed that everyone in our cohort is very motivated and driven and I don’t think there will be anyone who lag behind or unwilling to be a team player. I think our trust in each other will motivate us further to put our best foot forward for the team.

TEAM NORMS:

No work on Fridays!

Have each person speak to a subject or case in point before voting on decisions

Provide open and honest feedback

Since this course is designed to instill discipline for each stage of universal problem solving, let’s focus only on immediate deliverable instead of thinking ahead to the end goal or solution.

Creativity without judgment - let’s share all ideas that we have.

For posting group assignments, let’s take turns each week on who will be responsible for that week. (Maybe we can go in sequence of how Davina listed our names on the wall, so I’ll go first in posting the group assignment tomorrow, Ben will be next, Jamae, then Aharon.)

Establishing a clear line of weekly communication (time and platform)

Good vibes only! Remember this is supposed to be “fun”

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[PREVIEW] “Dearest” - A Yuri!!! on Ice Fanbook

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice

Pairing: Viktor Nikiforov / Katsuki Yuuri

Rating: R18

Genre: Romance, Family, Domestic, Hurt/Comfort

This is a preview for my second Yuri!!! on Ice Fanbook, which will be printed for an upcoming event in my city. A Pre-Order is open from 11-24 March 2017. Please see this post for more information.

Another winter came to the city of St. Petersburg.

It was pure white outside. As if stepping into the world of a Russian novel, the entire town was blanketed in a mantle of snow; frost patterns decorating the windows of people’s houses. Even in this weather, the grey clouds were unable to reduce the vibrance of the blue sky. The lakes were frozen, the rivers were half covered in ice and people were walking while dressed in jackets and mufflers.

Such a lovely view it was, unlike the typically gloomy winter in other parts of the world, yet still nothing could ever beat the warmth of one’s home.

A little girl woke up from her afternoon nap. Rubbing her brown eyes, she looked around to find herself in her own room, safely tucked under her blanket. She was only six years old at most, with white blond hair that glows under the sunlight piercing through the window. Albeit seemingly drowsy at first, it didn’t take long for her to quickly gather her young energy as she stretched out her little limbs before climbing down the bed.

“Junior?”

A small puppy crawled out from under the bed at her call, wagging his fluffy tail. He was of a poodle bred, with brown fur and a pair of glossy black eyes. On his neck was a collar with his name written on it, made in such a way that it looked like a small gold medal. When the girl held out her hands to pick him up, he licked her fingers happily and let himself being cradled in his little owner’s arms.

The two of them then left the bedroom and out to the corridor.

It was a small house by the seaside. The walls were painted in white as if the snow itself and the porch was decorated with small plants and flowers of various colors. One did not need to look twice to know that the building was a brand new one, and for the residents of the area, the family living in the said house was more than well-known amongst them. The little girl was just beginning to understand that herself after becoming part of this family half a year ago.

After all, the first week after she started to live here, at least a dozen reporters appeared at their front door and her face showed up on the national television the next day.

“Katya, is that you? Are you awake?”

A gentle voice called her name from the living room, only seconds away before she arrived with the brown puppy in her arms. The owner of the voice was a Japanese man with jet black hair and a pair of glasses. Upon noticing her presence, he cast a kind smile at her and chuckled.

“So Junior has been sleeping with you. I was wondering where he went,” the man said, shifting aside to make space on the couch and holding out his hand, “Come here.”

Katya put the puppy down to the floor and trotted towards the older man. He helped her climb onto the sofa, fixing her tangled hair and rubbing the corners of her eyes with his thumbs. Junior followed after her and lied down near their feet. As she leaned against the black-haired, Katya’s attention was immediately drawn to the television.

It was a recording of a silver-haired man skating on ice before a huge audience.

“Yuuri, you’re watching Vitya again?” she asked, “Which program is this?”

“The World Championship in Tokyo five years ago,” replied the man called Yuuri, “This was a few months before he came to Hasetsu.”

“Hasetsu is…Yuuri’s hometown?”

“Yes,” the older man smiled, “It’s a small castle town by the sea. Viktor and I plan to visit my family there in summer. Would you like to come with us?”

The little girl nodded; her brown eyes sparkling with excitement although she didn’t say a word. She had never left St. Petersburg before. If anything, before she met these two men, the only place she knew was just the orphanage where she had been raised for the past five and a half year.

Had they not come to adopt her that day, perhaps she would continue living in that place, completely oblivious of the world around her.

They are strange people, but they’re nice – was her initial impression on them.

Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov. From what she understood, they were what people called “figure skaters” although “former figure skaters” would be more appropriate by now. When she first stepped into this house, the first thing she noticed was the abundance of medals and trophies displayed in a big glass shelf in the living room, mostly gold and a few silver and bronze. There were pictures of the two in the living room and the walls of the corridors. They were wearing various dazzling costumes, gracefully dancing on the ice rink while bathed in spotlights.

However, the one that left the most impression on her was a big photograph placed in a golden frame where the pair was dressed in matching white suits, holding a bouquet of roses in their hands.

“…Yuuri, do you love Vitya?”

“Huh? W-Why all of a sudden?” the older man seemed startled; his face slightly flushed in pink.

“You always watch his programs over and over again whenever Vitya isn’t home. It’s like you’re lonely because he’s not here,” the girl turned her sight towards the television, “And you’re always smiling to yourself while watching them. When Vitya comes back later, you welcome him with a happy face and a hug.”

She looked at him with her brown eyes.

“Does that mean you love him?”

Yuuri went silent for a brief moment. Perhaps he didn’t expect to hear that question from a child, or perhaps it was because she was a child that Katya could ask him such question. Nevertheless, it was before long that a tender smile was drawn on his face. Stroking those strands of white blond hair, the former Japanese skater shifted his gaze back to the television where the recording of his spouse was just about to reach the end.

“Of course,” he said in a gentle voice, “I have been chasing after him for more than half of my life. Now that I think about it, I might have loved him for so much longer than I thought I have.”

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