#YoI Au

[bullsfish]

Wizard Victor looking for his "Sophie"✨.

[thehungreecat]

some au doodles ♥️

extra

this is me btw :3 if you even care ^^

no I have absolutely no obiwan obsession judge you misunderstood me

[cosmiclion]

Jsyk I'm on winter break so I'm gonna be insufferable and spam y'all with silly doodles. I saw this meme and I just couldn't resist making it about my lil Viktor-and-Yurio-are-half-siblings AU.

Also yes I was too lazy to draw a bowl of katsudon myself.

[foxgl-ove]

don’t ask me why but i need a yuri on ice au with astarion as victor (and tav or gale as yuri)

[apatheticlexicographer]

Pictured above: MICHAEL WHEELER, gold medalist in men's single skating at the Calgary 1988 Winter Olympics.

[rambling + alternate versions below the cut]

this was supposed to be a silly goofy little doodle inspired by something @messrsbyler posted, but then i. hmmmm. how do i say this. i spent 26 hours on it.

YUURI ON ICE AU!!! YUURI ON ICE AU!!!

he's skating to stammike vicino

i'm slow leave me alone <///3

here's a few alternate versions, since i made a bunch:

just TV lines with no noise

only background blur

just the lineart

^^^ this is the fugly screenshot i used as a reference because i couldn't find a decent screengrab 💀💀

[nicomoon69]

ABWHAHDHWHEB YOI X TIMBER WOULD HAVE ME IN SHAMBLES ACTUALLY

I would pay to see who Yakov is abdbsnsn

DUDE ITS ON THE BRAIN NOW

hmmm as for Yakov it’s difficult. I would say Bruce but I would like Damian as Yurio so I feel like that may be a weird dynamic (tho imagining Talia as Lilia is kinda funny and Damian having his kinda divorced parents be his coaches is one of the reasons he wants Tim to be his coach)

Dick being Yakov could also be funny tho their personalities differ majorly (also maybe Helena??) but idkkkk

[capsensislagamoprh]

Yuuri slept. It was a simple sleep, filled with the thoughts of cold and shink of skates. It danced in his head and let him breathe in gulps of wonderful things. He could sense a tune playing. In his dreams he chased the notes, dancing along the winter scene, laughing, reaching, playing a game of catch me with something that glimmers just out of reach.

He stopped as the world opened up from the ice of the rink to the ice of a lake, lumpy at the edges with sticks and bits of rock, a river flowing towards it feeding the mirror of its surface. The lake was huge, and in the distance someone twirled like a music box ballerina. It was graceful and elegant. He wanted to do that. Eyes wide, he beamed, clapping his hands. Yōsei! A beautiful yōsei was angling towards the ice, hand never touching as it teased the snow from its blades into a swirling arch about its body, twizzling into an arch that lead into a double… a backwards double. This was backwards. Yuuri was confused.

He tilted his head, trying to understand, only for the world to tilt with him. He slipped thrugh the ice, standing on the other side. Through it he could see the yōsei dancing forward now, but it was no longer beautiful. It terrified him. The face was carved ice, translucent without letting him see what lay beyond. Was there anything beyond? There must be, he could see it smile. The teeth were razors, pointed and fanged. It's every breath froze the air, the silver that was its hair made of frost. Even its clothes were mere frost feathers. Only the blades were real, and those were made of the purest cutting edge.

Looking around, Yuuri tried to figure out where he was, why he was thrugh the ice. It had to be a dream. This was the only thing that made sense. Slipping on the silver, Yuuri fixed his stance, careful not to use his toe pick to much, afraid to crack the mirror. As he slid into the shadows, his found the darkness full of nothing.

"Ahi!" he cried, waving his hands as he felt himself stumble. It would be good to have some light. Suddenly illumination began, steady and soft, radiating from his skin. Yuuri spent a good deal of time staring at his hands, trying to figure out what just happened before he remembered he was in a dream. Dreams were not limiting. Raising his head, he tried to see what had tripped him.

A claw was sticking out of the darkness that was the sky. A sky he was skating on. Turning to look from where he'd come, he saw that every strike of his blade had left a little trail of clouds. Trying to touch them, he pushed forward, only for small bursts of light to shine thrugh. Dawn breaking the night. Yuuri paused, something catching his eye. He looked up. The yōsei had stopped. It mirrored his movements now, head turned in his direction, arms twisting when his did, gliding as he pushed himself along.

Blinking, he looked away, looked at his feet. The light shinning from him showed him the thing beneath the ice. A great white dragon, curled, and waiting. It seemed stuck in time, but aware. Awake. Yuuri knelt, placing his hands on the sky. A gold ribbon, words etched in red shot from where he pressed. It arched about him, swirling towards the silver of the mirrored ice above. At the same time, a ribbon, properly mirrored, seemed to try to reach down to him.

Turning his attention back to the dragon, Yuuri saw its eyes move, taking him in. He knew this being. How could he not? Slapping his hands against the sky, he tried to free it. Predictably, it did not work. He tried again anyway, only to hear the hollow echo of the yōsei as it did the same over him. Yuuri paused. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Looking up at that freighting face, teeth shinning with permafrost, Yuuri swallowed hard.

"Okami?" Bright blue. It's eyes that opened to stair down at him were bright blue. Unlike the cold that chilled it's flesh, the yōsei's eyes were longing, sad, self contained as if anything more would risk greater death. Pain beyond understanding. It made his heart hurt.

“Sen-Yomi-Oni-Yomi,” the yōsei said, scales of ice slicking over its skin. It sounded… wrong. It was accented, and haunted. Like it was trying for the words, but wasn't sure.

"No one knows the future, Okami-sama. I will be careful with mine."

The yōsei seemed to reach, a red ribbon trailing from it's wrist. He could almost see the writing. Kanji. It was Kanji, and -

"YUURI!" Mari banged on his door. "GET UP! You'll be late!"

Yuuri jumped out of bed, still reaching for something he thought he should have. By the time he made it thrugh breakfast, he'd forgot about the dream. Somewhere in Russia, a long haired teen woke up unsure of why he was crying.

(The links are starting to pile up. Go to the oldest part to find previous links to the story's beginning!)

part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30, part 31, part 32, part 33, part 34

[nattyontherun]

Found something in my notes that I intended to hide?? Anyways, here is the ORIGINAL first scene of Chapter Three: his wanting grows thorns

See:

Rest assured of your moral superiority, reader. However heartening, however beautiful, this tale wends the eternal lives of demons and their fellows.

Yuri Plisetsky, for all his tragedy, is no wilting petal. He does not fawn upon the discovery of his true nature; does not confront, with any derision, the necessity of murder to sustain himself.

Picture, as you go along, the porcelain smoothness of his skin, his doll-soft cheeks and seafoam green eyes. He is the garden fairy of your bedtime stories. He is the painting your grandmother cleans on her altar - angel, on the right hand of Christ, himself, blonder than wheat and paler than the white of a blank canvas.

Says the matriarch as you tend to your knees after Rosary: if one's blood heals wounds and cures illness, this blood is without doubt miraculous.

If one's carcass persists in the years that follow their initial passing, untainted by the wretchedness of decay, that carcass must be sent to the Vatican and sanctified.

What a sham, Yuri's youthful appearance! Such deception they preach beneath the apses of their unobservant God, arms raised in teaching - that to die a child is to die innocent! That to die at all means to be raised in spirit to realms beyond the sins of humanity!

Here he stands unbending to the tides of time, month after month, year after year...

Bow at your waist as he reintroduces himself to society; appear appropriately cowed. Maybe he will spare you.

Why did I NOT use this in the chapter despite it being a perfectly fine scene? Simple really. The thought of folks with hurt feelings over religion clogging up my AO3 about yk, fiction, was enough to cow me. Also it deviated a little bit from the point of the plot, so I saw no reason NOT to just boot it out.

That said, I really like the cadence here so I thought I'd post it here on Tumblr anyway! Might as well get smth out of it to enjoy yanno?

Ciao for now~

[okamionice]

Lmao wow okay this actually killed me tho.

Okay, but imagine if Victor and Yuuri never found each other. Imagine if the video of Yuuri skating was never uploaded and Yuuri was forced fight on his own. Maybe he keeps replaying his mistakes in his head, psyching himself out, surrounded by people who only want to pressure him into skating again without any regard for his feelings. Eventually, he’d decide to take the next season off to get his head straight. That season becomes the next season becomes the next and before he knows it, he’s too old and out of shape to start competing again. 

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[bullsfish]

And they were soulmates.

Happy secret santa for @probablytoooldforthis !

[demaparbat-hp]

The Crew is boisterous and loud, full of traitors, inside jokes, and secrets. The scum of the Fire Nation. The forgotten tiles on the Empire's Pai Sho board. The ones who change the game.

But most importantly—they're a family. And no matter how much they complain about their boss (teenage menace that he is), they'll do anything for their Prince.

Anything.

.

The Crew is the heart and soul of my fic For the Spirits. No one really knows just how important they will be to the story...how important they already are.

[cosmiclion]

Hey I loved the fanart you made for the secret santa gift exchange, it was really cute. Thanks!!!

Hi and sorry it took me so long to answer this, I always turn into a lazy potato the last days of December 😅 Anyway I'm so glad you liked it! Here's a transparent version if you'd like too 💙

"Aww come here, it's just a fall!"

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Just For Him

Knowing Danny's family and his time as a hero you would think that Danny would grow up having a similar job, and so did he honestly!

That was until he put on a pair of skates and stepped onto the ice.

Maybe it had something to do with his ice core that made his movements on the ice feel more natural than any other kind of ground under his feet.

Once he was on the ice he felt like a completely different person, confident in every single step, in the way he would spin and jump- using a bit of his ghostliness to gain more air time in his jumps.

The entire sensation on that ice was freeing,

invigorating,

peaceful.

It was just him and the ice under his blades.

It felt like everything in his life was for someone else, his creations his protections all of it that he would gladly give to those who need it and to his loved ones.

But when was the last time he had anything that was just for him.

For him to enjoy

For him to find unrestrained happiness from

Just for him

So no, while it was surprising to everyone around him including himself at the direction his life turned to he couldn't be happier.

He now traveled a lot for his competitions & own fun, with a very happy Ellie tagging along to support him and enjoy what the world had to offer.

" We have arrived at our destination. Welcome to Gotham."

~

Just an idea

[sharks3ye]

She always chooses the worst girls to date

[hinamie]

i have so much band!au content in the pipeline my brain is Rotting but enjoy these two for now

jjk band!au

[nicomoon69]

timber Yuri on ice au idk who'd be who but

ooooooo a timbern YOI au would be so cool, I love any sports au (they’re so fun ahshsghs) but specifically YOI aaaaa <3

I lean towards Tim being Victor and Bernard as Yuri bc their personalities line up more that way (at least that’s my interpretation)