the hero of kazakhstan.

[kagamiz]

[javierbardem]

[kazakhero]

@kazakhero

OBSERVING was what totoro did best in crowded places. he watched, listened, and gained information he had never known before. eavesdropping? of course not. this was for educational purposes only. he learned phrases like ‘spill that tea’ and ‘i’m shook’ from listening in on some of the conversations taking place on the bus. stepping out from the bus, and walking around to his destination, he kept thinking about the new stuff he had learned. toto stepped closer to the lake and didn’t know how to get on the things that made people actually stay afloat on water. what was it called? he heard people say the word ‘boat’ several times, so he naturally assumed that’s what the mechanism was. he sat down on the grass in front of the lake, which was his favorite place to be in the entire city. sipping a warm drink which one of his roommates had said was ‘hot chocolate’, he turned to the person nearest to him, “hey, did you know, the sun you see in the sky right now is not actually there? the light from the sun takes eight whole minutes to reach earth. so, what you are seeing now is old light.” he gave the stranger a toothy grin before taking another sip of his drink.

SETTLING for seattle was something that otabek thought he’d never have to do. settling in general wasn’t his favorite thing to do, he wanted things to be his way or not at all. which was partially why he loved ice skating. things went his way, the choreography, the music, the costumes. they were all things that he thought about, the things that he took in consideration, the things that were perfect. though, when things were going perfectly, this happened. he popped up in seatlle and found no way to get home. no money, no skates. the only thing he had here was his first friend and that wasn’t going to help him at all ( not that he wasn’t thankful for yuri being here ). it was the struggle of more people and more traffic; those were the things he tended to stray from and now it was being tossed right into his face. maybe it was stupid to think sitting on the dewy grass near a lake with a bunch of drunk, horny, irresponsible teenagers was going to be calming, but he mostly did it see how many people would crash and burn ( metaphorically, of course ). and was he wrong, of course he was. after turning multiple down when they asked if he wanted a lukewarm bottle of guinness, he considered going right home, but a voice stopped him. “does that affect me in anyway? probably not. but thanks for that extremely useless nugget of information.” he rolled his yes, now actually contemplating moving or using the sun boy as a form of better entertainment. 

[kazakhero]

      –– like this for a starter from otabek from yuri on ice ! if you have more than one character feel free to reply to this with whichever character you want it for !

[kazakhero]

–– neopolitan ! 

a gentle smile came on her face as she pulled her headphones from her ears. i had a best friend who was just like that, she wrote neatly underneath her first sentence. i can understand.

he would cooperate, reading whatever she’d written down to the best of his ability, nodding along. “oh ?” he quirked a brow, moving back and away from her hand-writing. “what was his name ? us, emotionless pricks, seem to know every other emotionless prick.”

[kazakhero]

–– neopolitan !

eyes flicker from pink to brown and back to pink again as quickly as they’d gone. his voice was like roman’s in its lackluster deadpan drawl, she could barely hear it over the loud music but the resemblance was there to make her freeze up.

i was enjoying myself. have you got a problem, mr. debby downer?

that’s exactly what she would have said to roman, too, but she’d have said it with a smile - here her face flatlines.

otabek felt his chest puff out as he inhaled deeply, her silent attitude reminding him of yuri–– the only difference being that yuri always had to voice his opinions. he rolled his eyes, of course, it was almost his trademark, shaking his head softy to answer her.

“no, no problem at all. it’s just really ruining the vibe i’ve got going on. you know, the ‘scowl-and-pretend-nothing-matters’ vibe.”

[kazakhero]

「  @silent-sugar-princess → ( here ) 」

       –– “ i don’t mean to be a DEBBY DOWNER, ” no, otabek, you do, “ but is there a reason to be SKIPPING right now ? ” his tone, lacking interest or excitement for an answer to the question. “ ‘cause if there isn’t, i’m pretty sure it’s a good idea to stop. ”

[kazakhero]

I ship you with Yuri

freaky lil ships → status: accepting ! → ( anonymous )

       –– “ well, then, you must not be one of YURI’S ANGELS. i don’t think they’d be very happy to hear that i’ve been shipped with him. seeing as they all think they deserve to be with the ‘best skater in russia.’ ”

[kazakhero]

–– bonnie bennett !

@kazakhero liked for a closed starter

“alright, i’m going to be honest with you,” bonnie spoke as she tapped her pen against the piece of paper in front of her. “i have ZERO idea what these people arefighting about. they’ve been screaming at each other for an hour though.” she motioned her head to a couple people having a verbal argument nearby fighting nearby. “you think someone should step in and stop them?”

attention turned on who the female motioned toward, seeing a pair arguing about something or other. he wasn’t exactly sure what they were fighting about, but he could make it up about something. it was probably something stupid anyways. “um, i’m not exactly sure either. but, i don’t think anyone should step in. they know where they are,” he mumbled, looking at the female, “they know they’re making A FOOL out of each other.” he stared at them again, making up the conversation they were having in head head.

[kazakhero]

–– yuri plisetsky !

— those three words made the blond stop for not even a moment, holding his breath.he did love him, or at least he thought so. otabek altin was the only person yuri could be around for hours without getting bored or angry; actually, he wanted to spend hours with him. he loved how the older would listen to him without complaining and tease him and smile in that beautiful way that made yuri want to kiss him. but could he say that out loud? it was almost like confessing his feelings. sighing softly, the russian fairy smiled playfully at his friend. “ do you think i’d be here if i didn’t? “ his voice sounded shy, and yuri plisetsky was anything but shy. he glanced at the taller of the two, wondering if his cheeks were indeed red or if it was just imagination. he told otabek he loved him- in a friendly way, but that’s not how he meant it. blushing madly, yuri directed his gaze somewhere else ( it took him a while to notice he’d been staring at a young child and his dad ) and hoped the kazakh wouldn’t notice how weird he was acting. “ m-maybe you could get a job? i need one too… and i wish he were here, you know. he would’ve given me a birthday present. “ to the younger skater, the subject of his grandfather was a hard one to talk about. he loved everything about the old man and hated the fact that he’d die sooner or later. yuri didn’t want to think about life without nikolai. instead, all he did was giggle and enter the place, waiting for otabek to join him. “ my, what a gentleman! will you help me pick the flavors? “

— the soft blush on his cheeks only got deeper, a deeper shade of pink, sniffling softly noticing how chilly the weather really was and focusing on that instead of the blonde beside him. it took a second, but he could only feel how much his cheeks hurt from the smiling he’d done. unfamiliar, that’s how he’d describe the feeling. the only person who could make him feel something like that was yuri, of course. just confusehim even more with feelings he didn’t know what to do with. mixed with everything else; it was almost overwhelming. otabek felt his mind yelling at him to think about something else, but it only came back to yuri. the one he’d consider HIS FIRST FRIEND. they were two people who didn’t exactly speak to many people and if they did they were simply being concise with every conversation. though, with each other, they would have long drawn out conversations. SHUT UP! the taller of the two’s mind repeated those two words like a mantra, telling him to not think about the blond. stop thinking about him. don’t like about the way his eyes would narrow when he smiled, the soft blush on his cheeks, how the ends of his hair brushed against his neck. SHUT UP! once more. he exhaled heavily, the ‘resting bitch face’ back on his lips. “ yeah, a job would be a smart place to start. ” he mumbled, mostly to himself before looking at the other. “ i really am sorry about him not being here. ” he whispered, knowing that drawing out a conversation about his grandfather was a stupid idea; otabek KNEW better. his field of vision changed as she entered the shop right after the blond, letting the door shut behind him. “ uh, sure, yeah. ” he could tell that his actions and words were much different then two minutes before. it was mostly because of the mantra his mind continued to repeat when he found himself looking at the other. brows furrowed, mouth shut, blush– well, that was the only constant.

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[kazakhero]

( @rcssianfairy )

[kazakhero]

–– blake belladonna !

    THE GIRL PRESSED a hand against the side of her face, closing her eyes, long fingers tangling in her hair as she tried to gather her thoughts. it was all too… much. too much noise, too many people, too much confusion. when she felt someone grab her arm, blake was about ready to break down on the spot. she yanked her arm away, hands lifted against her chest, palms facing them, almost in surrender. 

     “ PLEASE…. PLEASE DON’T touch me. “

   THE KAZAKH HAD been following the woman for about a block, she seemed like she didn’t want to be talked to, so he just continued to pick up the change and paper money that had been steadily falling out of her pockets ( he thinks ). after the change became a bit too much for him to actually carry in his hands he had to give it to her and her knows, it wasn’t as though he was going to take it and run. he wasn’t that desperate for american money.

      “ WOAH, HEY, I’M not trying to hurt you. your money has been on the ground for the last block, just giving it back. ”

[clairelions]

Yuri!!! on Ice aesthetic 4/?

Otabek Altin

(let me know which character you would like to see next <3)

[kazakhero]

–– yuri plisetsky !

— the ballerino couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his friend’s comment, still playfully, the happy smile never leaving his face. yuri wasn’t able to find one damn thing to hate about otabek, perhaps the fact that he couldn’t even guess what reaction the other would have if he ever told him about his feelings. that question’d kept the tiny russian skater up all night more than once; the thought of losing the taller one was too painful to even consider, but the small chance of him feeling the same gave him hope. still, pronoucing the words was hard, and finding the right moment to do so became even harder. yuri plisetsky was scared. “ you wouldn’t make me buy the cake on my birthday, right? that’d be so mean, beka! “ he pouted, trying to ignore his own red cheeks as he gently poked the other’s cheek, his ‘resting bitch face’ making the blond giggle. “ exactly, my cat my rules. and by the way, i have a teddy bear named ‘mila is a jerk’, so complain again and i’ll give the kitten a name like that one. “ he tried not to laugh, walking faster and pulling otabek with him, his plushie being held with one hand. “ really? that’s terrible! i still have mine and my phone because they were in my bag, but i can’t contact my grandpa, he must be so worried… “ the pale boy sighed, shaking his head quickly. HE SHOULDN’T THINK ABOUT THAT. 

— the older of the two stared a the other, just for a second or maybe a beat too long. he wasn’t sure, but around him, he always prayed he gained the ability to read minds, just this once. otabek could never figure yuri out, he was mystery to him and maybe that was why he wanted to be friends with him. just for the pure goal of being able to be one of the people to figure him out. he didn’t think he was the small ball of rage that he showed himself to be, he knew there was ( or maybe he wanted to think there was ) more to him. maybe his hopes were a bit too high and maybe he was just the little angry small blond skater that everyone saw him as. and maybe it was better to keep it that way, who knew? obviously not otabek if he couldn’t even figure out a little part of him. his response to his words, as he focused once more, was a simple shrug, as if he’d really make yuri pay for his own birthday cake. “ yeah, i know. but you don’t really think i’m a jerk, so every time you held a kitten plush, you’d be lying to yourself. because i’m a not jerk and YOU LOVE ME. ” it was a joke, of course, but the idea of yuri actually saying ‘yeah, i do,’ was the only thing that made him blush. the ‘resting bitch face’ simply changed into some awkward mix between ‘i fucked up’ and ‘it was a joke.’ “ i, uh, yeah. gotta buy new skates and have no money, so that’s great. i’m sure your grandpa knows you’re okay. you can get into that much trouble. ” he chuckled before exhaling a large breath he hadn’t know he’d been holding up as he saw they were directly under the shops sign. “ uh, yeah, ” he mumbled, opening the door for the blond, his hand motioning for him to go in before him.

[kazakhero]

–– jesse wells !

“— so i’ve been spending a lot of time on youtube lately, a bit of a change from NETFLIX, but i’m still just a little confused about what senator knowles performance at the grammys was all about.”

“senator knowles ? i believe you mean BEYONCÉ ? i mean, she isn’t that great that she deserves a higher title. even if it’s political. besides, people already call her ‘queen b’–– which i honestly don’t understand. but, let’s hope i’m not burned at the stake for that. anyways...”

[kazakhero]

–– yuri plisetsky !

— yuri could feel his cheeks heating up stupidly at having the older skater’s eyes on him, and usually being stared at didn’t bother him the slightest, but the fact that it was otabek made everything more intense. of course he’d already had a few crushes on pretty boys here and there ( mostly ficcional characters ); it was different with the kazakh, though, as if he wasn’t complete without him. the russian fairy thought about the hero of kazakhstan twenty-four hours a day, and it was EXHAUSTING, almost making him feel like confessing his feelings to otabek even if it meant losing his friend. at least that way he’d be able to get if off his chest. “ okay, maybe not since you still need to buy me ice cream and cake. “ yuri laughed, words spoken in a playful tone. he loved how easy  talking to otabek was. “ i was thinking about naming my future cat after you. something like ota-meow. “ he suggested, pink lips forming a smile before he shivered at the feeling of otabek’s warmth in touch with his body. they were too close and all yuri could do was scooting even closer without asking any questions that could ruin the moment, hoping it wouldn’t seem weird. “ look, we’re almost there! “

— it wasn’t like otabek cared when it came to making others blush, if he just so happened to, then it happened. but with yuri, it was like a goal of his to make him blush. it was just the fact that he found the soft pink hue to his cheek so pretty, and it made yuri look better ( as if he didn’t already look perfect twenty-four hours out of the day ). every single time his mind was flooded with thoughts of yuri, it was SUFFOCATING . like it was pushing down on his chest, causing his lungs to collapse. it would get to a point where he needed to stop everything he was doing and just cleanse himself of every though he had. which is why he spent most of his time alone. he would read a book, have a drink, skate to something; just direct his focus on something else–– someone else. but, being here, it was like yuri was being shoved in his face and he couldn’t just run away from him. “ oh, i’m buying? i think that’s a little rude, but i’ll be nice since it IS your birthday. ” his face transforms back into its natural scowl, something he learned later was something called a ‘resting bitch face.’ “ ota-meow, huh? i still like my suggestion better... but it’s your animal. ” otabek furrowed his brows, before looking up, fixing his vision to see the shop. “ oh, yeah, ” he mumbled, before feeling his skin heat up a bit, feeling the color of his chest changing a bit as he felt the boy move a bit closer to him, the same smile appearing back on his face. “ you know, not only did they forget my bike, but my SKATES are nowhere to be found either. ” 

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