Victor Nikiforov In Five Different Styles! ✌️

source

Facts

✨I’m just the messenger✨

A YOI collaboration, now with the actual World Team Trophy 2017. And we have TEAM USA, poses matching the ones from yoi. Look at Karen Chen doing Guang Hong’s pose and Ashley Cain trying her own JJ Style.

Let’s Just Hope

I walked in Ben’s tent where I found him lying on his bed with a letter near him. I knew it was from the turncoat General Benedict Arnold. Ben knew that I was in the room, but he made no acknowledgement. But I knew that he knew because of a very small minuscule of a nod towards me.

“What did he write, Ben?” I asked him, he knew full well when I used his more common nickname than ‘Benji’ when I’m serious. 

He wordlessly passed me the letter and when I finished reading it, I felt the same rush of anger towards the traitor.

As I know you to be a man of sense, I am conscious you are, by this time, fully of opinion that the real interest and happiness of America consists in a reunion with Great Britain. I have taken a commission in the British Army and invite you to join me with as many men as you can bring over with you. If you think it proper to embrace my offer you shall have the same rank you now hold, in the cavalry I am to raise.

“And I am guessing that he wrote to you too, my dear Lily of the Valley?” Ben asked, using my other nickname than Lily. ‘Lily of the Valley’ or delicacy, kindness, good luck, happiness, sadness, pain through death, serenity, unity, and hope. While Lily means beauty, rebirth, purity, commitment, and fresh life.

“Yes, he has, my Celamits,” I answered, using my other usual nickname for him which means mental beauty or intelligence. 

I quickly handed him the letter, which I hope to burn later. I don’t want to be associated with Arnold any longer.

Olivia,

I write to you because you have so much potential that the British would love to use other than the Continentals. They haven’t given you any money for the years that you have kept their army alive. You have given them everything of you, but they gave you nothing in return. If you defect to the right side, I will do everything in my power to give you your own command, something the old fox had never given you. “Too inexperienced” my crippled leg, you have excellent battle skills and strategy, what more does he want?

I know that you will be a turncoat because like Benjamin Tallmadge, you had the chance to kill me, but you didn’t. You have the best aim I had ever seen on a person, so to you to miss me was a sign.

Heed my warning that the Continentals will throw you out as soon as they are done with you, and when they do, you know what to do.

Your Real Brother and Family, 

Benedict Arnold

“He’s insane to even think that you’ll ever defect, you are one of the most loyal Patriots I have ever known!” 

“I know!” I had to stop Ben from ranting because we have a bigger problem at hand, “How do we tell Papa?”

“We don’t, until for now. He’s been through a lot right now, and he doesn’t need more. Besides, it's not like we’ll ever defect.” He was right about everything: Papa is stressed out because one of his fine Generals defected that could catalyze the alliance with France, he lost one of his close friends, confidant, and brother, and Ben and I will never defect because we’re loyal to the cause.

“Let’s just hope that Arnold’s defection won’t cost us so much.” I wondered out loud. I heard Ben humming as if agreeing with me. Let’s just hope.

Drawing of Lyanna de Lafayette and Margaery de Grasse. This is their semi-official fanart for my fanfiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32094298/chapters/79508848 and official photos of being in the International Elite Childhood Friends.

When Nico and Will announced their quest to the camp, their reaction wasn’t all that surprising: everybody had thought they’d gone mad. People didn’t just go to Tartarus and come back with all of themselves intact. In fact, most didn’t come back at all. So for them to willingly go there? Nobody took it well.

Despite that, the campers still bid them goodbye with encouragement and “good luck”’s. As per tradition, the Apollo cabin prepared a shroud for Will. Since Nico didn’t have any siblings at camp, they made one for him, too. As days go by, the campers all wait in silent anticipation and worry for the return of their head medic and the child of hades they’ve grown fond of.

It was on the two week mark when they returned. The campers had a capture the flag game that night, when suddenly, Nico slipped out of the shadows, drenched in blood. Will wasn’t faring any better. They were rushed to the infirmary, where they were taken care of.

The next morning, Nico disappeared into his cabin and didn’t come back. Will brushed everyone off with a reassuring smile, explaining that Nico needed some alone time after what happened at Tartarus. Nobody thought much about it– the son of hades had a lot of demons to deal with after all.

Whatever progress Nico did before their quest was ruined. He reverted back to his previous self, to the Nico who refused to stay with others, to the Nico who hid in his cabin. He barely talked to the few friends he made at camp, either. With every passing day, his eye bags got darker, and his skin more pale looking. Nowadays, he was either in his cabin or reluctantly talking to Dionysus.

It was clear to everyone that Will tried his best to help Nico. He reminded him to eat, to sleep, he was there when he had night terrors, he often urged him to the infirmary if he got a little bit sick. Although Nico wasn’t in the best place mentally, he still managed weak smiles and tight hugs to convey his gratitude to his boyfriend.

Everyone tried their best to make Nico feel comfortable at camp, and not to cross any boundaries. They made sure to pay attention to his mood and what not. So much so, they didn’t notice that Nico wasn’t the only one who changed.

One moment nobody knew, and the next, the entire camp was whispering about it. It started when Austin received a camera from his mother for his birthday. He urged his siblings to pose for a family photo together, under the sun. When the photo was printed, he stared at it with a smile, admiring their happy faces and their shining eyes. That is until he noticed Will.

Will, just like everyone else, was smiling. His grin was wide and almost split his face in half, his left dimple popping out. It would have looked endearing, if it wasn’t for the fact that his blue eyes were dull, devoid of light. If Austin were to cover the bottom half of his brother’s face, his eyes looked even more… unsettling.

During dinner, he noticed it too. His brother talked and laughed just as usual, however, his eyes looked dull and almost… dead. They didn’t hold any emotion whatsoever, as if his laughs and teases were only for show… was it?

Austin talked about it to Kayla. Then Kayla mentioned it to her buddies at the archery range.

Next thing they know, the entire camp would subtly glance at the head medic’s eyes, and their worries were confirmed once they saw the dark and lightless blue staring into the horizon, as if he simply wasn’t there.

College Pennant I made for ASB

I love so much these two

Time Off Well Spent