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kayable ([personal profile] kayable) wrote in [community profile] valentineslockers2017-02-01 07:44 pm

2017 Locker for Andrea

Name Andrea

Friending Meme Post: (optional) *extends leg* hello

Fandoms: A comprehensive list of current fandoms & favourites is here, but primarily: Yuri!! on ICE, Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V, RWBY, Daiya no Ace, Haikyuu!!

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: Unless otherwise specified, shippy or gen or character-centric are all equally welcome!

Yuri!! on Ice:
* Yuri Plisetsky, my ambitious & furious son
* any combination of Yuuri, Yuri & Viktor (but only gen please for Yuri/Viktor); Minako &/Lilia; my heart & soul for poly Yuuri/Viktor/Chris

Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V:
* Yuto
* any combination of Serena, Shun & Reiji; any combination of Yuto, Yuzu & Shun; Zuzu & Serena; Zuzu &/ Yugo; (quietly) Timegazer/Stargazer Magicians, the first & ultimate ARC-V ship

RWBY:
* Blake Belladonna, Qrow Branwen
* Blake Belladonna &/ Sun Wukong; Jaune Arc &/ Pyrrha Nikos; Team JNPR (Gen); Team SSSN (Gen)

Daiya no Ace:
* Miyuki Kazuya
* Miyuki Kazuya &/ Kuramochi Youichi; Miyuki Kazuya &/ Takashima Rei; Toujou Hideaki &/ Mukai Taiyou; Akamatsu Shinji &/ Okumura Koushuu; Furuya Satoru &/ Okumura Koushuu; Enjou Renji &/ Hongou Masamune

Haikyuu!!:
* MIYA ATSUMU!!
* Miya &/ Kageyama; Miya &/ Kageyama &/ Oikawa; Oikawa &/ Kageyama; Hanamaki &/ Oikawa

Likes:

Experimental narrative styles & structures
Playing with the idea of dreams, or time
The idea of distance (physical or otherwise); communication & its many methods; relationship negotiation
Found family; caretaking; mentorships
Introspection, character and/or relationship studies; dynamics that are deeply felt but difficult to define
Flowers! From the imagery to the language/hanakotoba to the flowers themselves
Canon-verse fic: from pre- or -post canon, to the canon-divergent, or even the 'missing scenes'-style of things
AUs: magical realism, heist and/or espionage, cyberpunk
Ambiguous/open endings out
(whispers) I have. A thing for hands,
NSFW sidenote: Totally okay, if you wanted to go down this route (e.g. sex, violence, etc.). I tried to write a likes/dislikes for this but then realised I’ll read…pretty much, anything, lol. Go wild, follow your dreams!

Dislikes:

Jealousy and/or infidelity as a plot device
Over-westernisation in non-western settings (e.g. westernised name shortening or nicknames, prom, fast food franchises that aren’t actually located in setting, university sorority/fraternities, etc.)
Major character death that isn’t canon (with the exception of 25 Lives AUs, reincarnation, etc.)

Anything else:

hi hello lovely person i can’t believe you’re considering creating something for me i’m so
touched


Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.


(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Feb 14. Lockers will be open until the end of Feb.)

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[personal profile] alectorine 2017-02-02 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
steam-bright through the neon dark | arc v, yuugo/yuzu

notes: set somewhere around ep 62. i can't believe this is the first thing i've written that doesn't involve either shun or serena... only for you andrea <3

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where are we going? yuzu calls, over the insistent rumbling hum of the engine.

to the city borders, yuugo says. i want to show you something.

he steers them past crumbling clusters of houses, faded signs and splintered roofs and chipped brick. beneath the wheels cracked asphalt gives way to unpaved dirt and he pulls up at the base of a sagging building that looks older than both of their ages combined.

come on, he says, tugging at her wrist as soon as she slides off the d-wheel. he takes off for a side door she hadn’t noticed and she breaks into a run to keep up with him, his fingers burning on her wrist even through the fabric of his gloves. the door’s rusted off its hinges and inside, a narrow set of metal stairs leads up and up and up.

is this safe? she yells. he’s taking the steps two at a time and her heart jolts with every creak of the dented frame under their feet and she’s lightheaded with it, buzzing like yuugo’s hands are are pushing electricity into her skin, a circuit completed. do we really need to be running?

‘course it’s safe, i’ve been here heaps of times!

yuugo! just because it worked before doesn’t mean it will now, what if--

we’re here, he says, clearing the last three steps in a single stride. he lets go of her wrist to push open the door at the other end of the landing. yuzu pauses to catch her breath, the phantom heat of his fingers lingering on her skin, before straightening up and walking through the doorway after him.

she emerges on the rooftop. yuugo heads immediately for the edge of the roof; after a second’s hesitation yuzu follows him there. for a moment she’s dizzy with vertigo, looking down at the city below and the ocean beyond, the scale of it almost too vast to comprehend, but then yuugo tips his shoulder against hers and the feeling subsides.

rin and i used to sneak out and come here at night, yuugo says. he gestures out over the landscape, the city dropping off beneath them. we just sat and talked about all the duels we were going to win once we finished the d-wheel. how amazing life would be up there. there’s such unconscious warmth in his voice when he speaks about rin that yuzu finds herself soft with secondhand adoration for her, too, this unknown other girl who shares her face. thought you might like to see it, too.

you know i’m not her, right? yuzu says, gently.

yuugo blinks. well, yeah, i figured? rin grew up here, not like i’d have to show her around. he pauses. almost shyly, he says, so... what do you think?

it’s beautiful, yuzu says, because it is, all lit up like this, none of the glittering luxury of the city up above she’d seen from her perch on yuugo’s d-wheel as they raced away from sector security two days ago but beautiful nonetheless. a few streetlamps steeping the grass in gold, the far-off muted blue glow of the floating city lights, moonlight on the water in the distance like a broken window. the city is beautiful and absolutely nothing like her own, and abruptly homesickness lances through her like a blow to the chest. yuzu bows her head, grits her teeth against the heat behind her eyes.

and yuugo seizes her hands and the ache lessens, just slightly, static draining away. hey, he says, leaning over her, and there it is, that charged, earnest intensity she’s seen glimpses of in yuuya and yuuto, as if refracted through a prism, but never embodied quite as entirely as he does: shoulder blotting out the streetlights below, the moon threaded into his hair, bright and beautiful with aliveness. hey, yuzu, it’s gonna be fine.

yeah, and all we have to do is stop an interdimensional war, yuzu says, attempting a wan smile.

i mean, if anyone can do it, it’s probably you and me! after this is over i might even come visit you in--what’s yours called again? your hometown?

maiami city, yuzu says, throat tight. you should definitely come. i’ll show you around. you could bring rin, i’ll take you to all the best places only the locals know!

that’d be awesome! yuugo grins, and yuzu feels her own mouth relaxing into something a little easier. so, you wanna head back now, or stay a little longer?

let’s go back, yuzu decides. there’s a lot we need to do tomorrow.

he takes her hand and she keeps their fingers entwined all the way back down to his d-wheel, where she fits rin’s helmet onto her head and wonders at how the gesture is already smoothing out into routine. the engine bursts into life and then the night is careening recklessly past them, arcing streamers of light and wind slicing them open to the bone. she loops her arms around his waist and holds on.

Edited 2017-02-07 11:05 (UTC)
kitaiichis: (Default)

opens mouth & starts screaming

[personal profile] kitaiichis 2017-02-27 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
(refer to comment subject, a.k.a. an accurate portrait of me for minutes after reading this)

but for real i just, still don't really know how to Sentence so take my yelling as it was and remained DSKJFKDJBGKDJB:

* HI HELLO THANKS FOR KILLING ME WITH OPENING & ENDING ON YUZU SPEAKING, YUGO SPEAKING WITH HIS ACTIONS i love parallels and i love how this is basically them in a nutshell
* night drives............my weakness
* 'is this safe?...do we really need to be running?' yugo answering the first but not the second HAHAHA OMISSION KILLS THE MAN let me lie down for always. also, ykno, the sense that triggership makes multitudes of moments within a finite timeframe! constant motion because stopping is not an option stopping means quitting, losing [each other]!! ejbgkdjfbgfbg ;;
* yuzu confirming that yugo knows she isn't rin when she's the only person showing any hesitation, here? punches self in the face in a decidedly uncool, no-chill way
* city imagery, city LIGHT imagery, and that same light reflected on the water!!!! thats so lovely, weeeeeh
* the fact that this is such a contained moment but it feels like it stretches and stretches, because movement, and visceral description, and that it feels the same all the way thru: hopeless situation, hopeful people
* IM LOVE YUO
alectorine: (saber)

Re: opens mouth & starts screaming

[personal profile] alectorine 2017-02-28 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
immm so glad you liked this!!! the fragile intimacy and motion and sense of time expanding afforded by night drives seemed like a natural fit for triggershipping, something about the loudness of their personalities vs the gentleness of the moment and how they might comfort/relate to each other...

actually this spun out from the line 'he was pointing at the moon but i was looking at his hand' in one of sikens poems, if u wanted to know!! also this was titled Soft Triggership Feel in my notes lol

thank u for this super lovely comment!!
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happy blakesun cuddles for u

[personal profile] onceakoala 2017-02-07 05:55 am (UTC)(link)


❤︎
happy valentine's!
i haven't actually gone and double checked in the eps but it looks like sun didn't get a shiny new outfit this season?? rude, crwby..... just rude
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Re: happy blakesun cuddles for u

[personal profile] kitaiichis 2017-02-27 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
AAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE?? thank you so much!!!! sorry for late reply orz but yes, sun did not get some shiny new threads, just a different eye colour (this took me like half the season to pinpoint lmao), apparently. i love your style, how soft the colours are and how they fit with the curves and rounded edges where blake & sun lean into each other <3
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-13 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi! Happy V-Day. This piece got a little away from me and more experimental than I meant it to be, but I hope that it makes sense to you and that I didn't go overboard with the symbolism!

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Grow, the flowers whisper as Oikawa walks among them. Their petals caress his legs and fingertips, streaking gold pollen over his skin. They purse themselves shut, closed lips holding back secrets, then open to kiss his skin and leave their marks.

He walks the streets and pollen lifts off him in a golden haze, sparkling light condensed into pinpricks. They stream upwards, sunlight returning to the skies, and hang in the dark night sky as newly-minted stars.

Oikawa tips his head back to stare at them and the flowers caress his ankles, leaning towards him to lip hungrily at his legs. Their ghost-soft touch goes unnoticed by Oikawa who is watching the sky tear itself apart. A boy floats down, night-sky dark and moon-pale. Galaxies whirl in his irises and his mouth is the unwinding spiral of the Milky Way.

Where he lands, the flowers give way to silvered leaves.

Grow, the flowers instruct and bend their fragile heads towards the night sky boy. A thousand arrows point the way and Oikawa follows the path they make as they part for his feet.

Unblinking, unflinching, the boy watches him approach.

Oikawa doesn't stop until he's so close that he can smell the other's ozone breath with every exhale.

He raises a hand and the boy mirrors him, spanning out his fingers to fit their hands palm-to-palm.

Around them, the flowers exhale pollen in a long sigh.

"I've been waiting for you," Oikawa says and the sound of his voice sets the flowers to rippling, bending away from the intrusion of his words.

The boy opens his mouth and light spills out. Star stream from his lips, issuing upwards, and the curve of his lips is blinding.

Oikawa shuts his eyes and feels the heat of a new universe against his lips when the boy kisses him. He parts his lips and swallows, lets the stars blend with his blood and settle under his skin.

His pores open and seeds float outwards. The hearts of universes spread over the land, carried over the ocean by the wind, fertilized by the flowers that have waited so patiently for this joining.

The child of the earth and the child of the earth mingle their souls; the universe is made anew.
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!!!

[personal profile] kitaiichis 2017-02-27 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
hi hello i'm so sorry for the late reply but this was so nice; there's a really dreamy feel to this that works with the ambiguity and space imagery <3 i love flowers & i'm so glad you managed to incorporate them here, especially wrt oikawa (grow, aaaaahhh) and how easy and vivid to imagine this entire fic is! C:
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[personal profile] kiyala 2017-02-16 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi Andrea!

It's been fun yelling about ygo with you so far this year! I look forward to yelling about more things with you :D

xoxo Kii




stargazer magician/timegazer magician; 459w; G

"Your hair is so long," Chrono murmurs, stroking his fingers through it, "I'm sure it flows as endlessly as time itself."

Astro laughs, his head tipped back so that his hair falls into Chrono's lap, face turned to the winking starscape that spans over their heads like a canopy raised just for them. It's a musical laugh, Chrono thinks to himself, watching Astro and taking in the sight, knowing that he won't be caught. The tinkle of glass, turned into something infectious that burrows its way under Chrono's skin and pulls his lips into a smile. It doesn't matter that it's hidden under the scarf pulled over his mouth, because Astro has somehow come to learn him well enough to know exactly when he's smiling.

it isn't so bad. Chrono can do the same with him too. Even when they're not looking at each other's faces, he can tell from the way Astro's shoulders relax, the way that he wears his happiness like it's not just an expression, but a state of being. He radiates it, as if it's something that Chrono can reach out and touch, something that he can fold himself into and let it warm him.

"Love," Astro addresses him, purely for the way it makes Chrono's face grow warm. "I know you're watching me."

"Your eyes are shut." It comes out sounding like a protest, but Chrono loves the fact that he reads like an open book. If it were up to him, he would have Astro learn every single word that he's made of, memorising them, forming each and every one of them with his lips as if to keep them for himself.

Astro already has, in a way. The world spins on around them but this is a moment that Chrono has stolen for just the two of them, space that Astro has carved out so that they can be in it together. The only sound Chrono can hear is their steady inhale and exhale, matched to each other unconsciously, and the gentle slide of Astro's hair against his fingers.

"If I could watch one moment, for the rest of my existence," Chrono murmurs, wrapping Astro's hair around his palm like it's silk. It's softer than the material of his gloves. "If I could occupy one point in time, it would be this. Now."

Looking over his shoulder, Astro reaches for him, cupping his cheek and guiding him into a kiss, scarf to mask. Even that, Chrono thinks, feels right instead of unsatisfying.

"It's my duty to look ahead." Astro's smile is in his voice. "I can promise you. There are plenty more of these moments to come."

Chrono matches Astro's smile with his own. He's looking forward to each and every one.
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divineship is godtier and so is this <3

[personal profile] kitaiichis 2017-02-27 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
rolls in days later to wheeze about how good and soft and lovely this is, my heart gets all melty reading this ;;

* CASUAL PHYSICAL INTIMACY is one of my greatest undoings and i love how they're so comfortable with each other and how well they know each other: when the other is smiling, and is/isn't looking, and how it just, falls into itself, happiness like a state of being instead of just an expression aaaaaaa
* LOVE, ASTRO ADDRESSES HIM, cue me wailing softly into my hands
* i'm fond of space and time imagery and my reaction just cranks up more when used with astro & chrono, i can' t eblieve you wrote me divineship this is so great, thank you! <3
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happy valentines you enabler you

[personal profile] nautilics 2017-02-21 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
ANDREAAA thank you for being a pile of cute baby seals and squirtle gifs in a trenchcoat, and also for your endless fount of ideas and AUs that just make me gasp softly and itch to draw it....and also, of course, for being the best miya-partner-in-crime <3 i love your words!! and your ideas!!! please never stop!!

these were based off the conversation we had that spun from rose prince miya...now with 100% more flowers.

oikawa: purple hydrangeas (pride)
miya: crown imperial (royalty, power, arrogance)


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Re: happy valentines you enabler you

[personal profile] kitaiichis 2017-02-27 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
RUNS AROUND YELLING I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL AND ITS FOR ME THANK U THANK U THANK U!!!!

also i need u to kno that, miraculously, the art loaded before the text when i first saw this on my phone so i saw pixelated oikawa, hydrangeas (weeps fondly and emotionally) miya & what initially looked like Softe Alolan Exeggutor(tm) but then the text loaded and the captions got clearer until i got teary and blurred my own vision LMAO,, pulls endless streams of happy baby seals and excitable squirtles from my trenchcoat this art was (blows kisses)