Fantasma-System

Yuri Plisetski did not make a habit of sitting with the other skaters before his routine, but Viktor Nikiforov had invited him and Viktor was one of the few people he tolerated. And besides Otabek would be joining them shortly, and Otabek was one of the few people Yuri genuinely liked. ‘It will be okay as long as I can avoid ….’ Thought Yuri as he stared sullenly into space. ‘It’s JJ style!’ someone shouted. Yuri bristled. He was not a ‘people person’ on the best of days, but he loathed the Canadian skater. Viktor and Yuuri Katsuki greeted him nicely and several of the other skaters began to c

I have something I need to tell you. I would rather write this than say it in person because I am so nervous. You’ve told me before about your OCs? It made me want to explain - I have OCs too but for me it goes a little further – I have DID (dissociative identity disorder). It comes from my having a rough childhood (I was neglected and abused as a kid). You’ve heard the expression “the lights are on but nobody’s home?” I’m not the only one who lives in the house- I’m not the only one up here.   I should have told you sooner but I was afraid you would think I was nuts. I probably am. Anyway

It was not love at first sight. I have always seen the world through coated, damaged lenses. But sound ... That was the true miracle. It was like what I imagine indigo blue to look like. I listened with rapt fascination to a voice I had heard only in my dreams. It was like seeing all the colors of a peacock's tail for the first time. Every blue and green and violet before me. And then the colors took the form of a rainbow. But she was not an intangible rainbow of light that slipped through my fingers She was a woman. I longed to touch her gently curling hair And press my lips against her soft skin But I dared not. I dared no more th

Independence smells like Trolli Orange-Os. Freedom feels like tired muscles. Respect sounds like the thump of cardboard boxes. Hope looks like bags of chex mix.