#extranikiforov

[yoiprimadonnazine-blog]

Presenting @extranikiforov:

I'm Rae, your local fanfic writing, YOI loving librarian! If I'm not being crushed by grad school, I'm most likely watching Food Network or writing fluffy AUs about my favorite skating boys.

[omgkatsudonplease]

lily!!! thanks a ton for offering to write me a birthday ficlet! i have two prompt options for you to choose from (courtesy of my personal prompt generator wife, robbie): 1. "we met each other on a sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame" au OR [cont.]

[cont.] 2. "i’m obsessed with a food blogger who writes about cheap ways to be gourmet in your 20s and i flirt with them over comments but they never post pictures of their face and ALSO there’s a really cute grocery bagger at the store down the street who teases me and always asks to join me for dinner and i definitely want to say yes" au. all ships fair game (though ofc i'm partial to victuuri, milasara, & phichimetti). thank you lovely!!! appreciate you tons!!!

okay so this is a belated bday ficlet for the super lovely @extranikiforov​! (ilu rae im just a butt who has no concept of time) i’m going to uh... hahaha okay this is prompt 1, phichimetti, and tangentially related to the mayo jar fic that @sinkingorswimming​ wrote for me:

Christophe has heard of him, of course -- no one who likes figure skating and Instagram hasn’t heard of Phichit Chulanont and his excellent little videos of him goofing around on the ice to various strains of pop music. He’s probably personally responsible for at least 85% of the plays on the one video of Phichit dancing to Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” and somehow managing to nail the moves whilst having knife shoes strapped to his feet. 

But it’s one thing to know about the legend, and it’s another to meet him in person. And it’s another to run into him sneaking out of his neighbour Viktor’s apartment at six in the morning. 

“Seems we had the same idea,” he remarks cheerily, and Phichit nearly jumps a foot in the air at that, dropping his paper bag as he does. Christophe bends to get it, handing it back to him. “Visiting a friend?”

“I suppose,” says Phichit, and then frowns as he looks him up and down. “Wait. I’ve seen you around. You’re Yuuri’s Saturday Night.”

Christophe raises an eyebrow. “Saturday Night? Is that all you know about me?”

Phichit opens his mouth to protest further, but Christophe laughs, shaking his head as he takes out the key to his own apartment and fiddles with the door. 

“Want to grab brunch?”

Phichit snorts. “In your apartment?”

“Well, I’m amenable to going to Panin’s, but I do need to put on clothes that aren’t obviously from last night,” replies Christophe, gesturing to the rumpled date-night outfit that Yuuri had half-torn in his eagerness to get them off of him. 

Phichit looks him up and down, hums, and nods. “I see your point,” he says. “But Yuuri might be worried if --”

“Nonsense.” Christophe waves an airy hand. “You know he sleeps like the dead when he’s very tired out.”

“No thanks to you.” Phichit snorts again, but then his expression grows a little downcast, a little sheepish. “I’m... I’d be down for eggs and pancakes,” he says, his cheeks flushing a little darker at that. “But do you think I’d need to change, too?”

Christophe looks him up and down as briefly as he can. “Very Holly Golightly of you,” he declares. “I’m sure it’ll be quite the statement.”

Phichit laughs at that. “Right, breakfast at Panin’s in last night’s party dress. I’ll be accepting my Oscar now, thanks.”

Christophe smiles. “I like it,” he says, and vanishes into his apartment.

“So,” Christophe continues, half an hour later in a booth at Panin’s Diner on the corner. The city is starting to wake around them, cars and trucks honking and moving through the streets outside. Phichit stirs some whipped cream into his hot chocolate, and raises an eyebrow. 

“So?” he echoes.

“I’m just Yuuri’s Saturday Night to you?” Christophe prompts. Phichit laughs, resting his chin on his hands. His smile is as indolent as the Sunday morning outside, slow and sweet and a little worshipful. Christophe’s never been one for religion, but maybe there’s some hint of God in the way Phichit’s eyes sparkle. 

“I mean, I’ve heard other things,” Phichit replies, now idly licking his spoon and setting it back on the saucer. Christophe has barely touched his own coffee, but he’s more than alert to the way Phichit’s tongue dances along the steel edge of the spoon. “All good things, I’m guessing. I’ve always suspected Yuuri was a bit of a freak in the sack, so thanks for confirming that.”

Christophe feels his cheeks heat up, and he slowly slides his face into his hands. “How much did you hear,” he mutters. 

Phichit takes on a distinctly breathless tone. “Oh, big boy, don’t stop, right there, mm, yes, like that, harder, yes!” It attracts a couple curious stares from other diner patrons, and Christophe isn’t sure whether to try to shut him up or evaporate on the spot, but either way he looks around and beams widely at the rather bemused server headed their way with breakfast.

“He’s really into the hot chocolate,” he explains, and Phichit bursts into laughter. 

“So, big boy, I have to say, congratulations. I think you’re the first Saturday Night who’s ever gotten my poor roommate to think of someone other than Viktor Nikiforov for a couple hours at a time,” he teases. The server sets down their plates then, and almost immediately flees back behind the counter. Christophe can barely bring himself to be embarrassed at that. 

He opts instead for smothering his fluffy pancakes -- Panin’s are some of the finest in town -- with maple syrup and whipped cream. “I’ll be accepting my... what’s the equivalent of an Oscar for good sex, then?” 

“The... Golden Dildo,” declares Phichit, layering whipped cream between each layer of pancake and grinning from ear to ear. “A really big one, too. Yuuri once complained to me in this very booth that one of his Saturday Nights lied to him about being a grower.”

Christophe nearly spews out the pancake bite he’d just eaten. “What a disappointment that must have been,” he remarks. 

Phichit shakes his head. “He was betrayed.” 

“Hm. Speaking of betrayal, though -- ” Christophe’s eyes narrow. “Why were you sneaking out of Viktor’s place in a cocktail dress?”

Phichit shrugs. “Why does anyone ever do anything?” he wonders innocently. 

Christophe waves an accusatory fork at him. “Does Yuuri know you’re test driving Viktor for him?”

Phichit gapes. “Test driving!” he exclaims, laughing. “That’s one way to put it. I rather prefer the term ‘loosening the mayo jar’, but yours is classier.”

“I can’t believe I’ve finally lived to see the day where five-time world champion figure skater Viktor Nikiforov is referred to as a mayo jar, but here we are.” Christophe shakes his head. “What a strange world we live in.”

“Strange indeed,” agrees Phichit. “Considering that Viktor Nikiforov’s hot neighbour is screwing my poor, sweet, introverted dancer of a roommate.” He waggles his fork back at Christophe. “You’d almost think there was some big cosmic mix-up going on around here.” 

Christophe raises an eyebrow. “You think I’m hot,” he states.

“I’ve known you were hot for a while,” replies Phichit. “And I was surprised to see you show up sometimes on Saturday night, but hey. Hidden depths for everyone.”

Christophe wonders if this is the emotional equivalent of a punch to the solar plexus. He leans back in his seat and finally takes a long sip of his coffee. It’s not nearly as bitter as he’d like it to be. 

“Let’s make a deal,” Phichit says suddenly, setting down his fork and knife and folding his hands conspiratorially. “You and I know better than anyone that those two idiots we call our roommate and neighbour are... how do I put this lightly?”

“Emotionally constipated but pining after each other?” asks Christophe.

Phichit snaps his finger. “Precisely. And you and I also know we’re both very hot and would like to try this out, too.” He gestures between them. 

Christophe nods. “Viktor has... mentioned a couple times that he’s had his eyes set on his partner’s roommate,” he remarks. “He’s also then wondered if that makes him a bad person, but he doesn’t want to cheat, etcetera, etcetera.”

“It’s not cheating if we all agree to swap partners for a night,” Phichit points out, and then his eyes light up with some stroke of divine inspiration. “What are your thoughts, big boy, on a key party?” 

Christophe vaguely wonders if Phichit actually knows his name, though he also has to admit, he doesn’t mind being called ‘big boy’ in that tone of voice.

He takes a bite of his pancake. “Tell me more,” he says, and Phichit grins.

[crimson-chains]

Commission for @extranikiforov :D A pic for their fic which you can find here! >w< Was a heck of a lot of fun to work on ;w; Here’s an excerpt from the fic! :D “It always begins like this: Yuuri is alone in the middle of the ballroom, a warm, bright spotlight perched over his head. He looks up and takes in the audience, a gaggle of faceless people who await his first move. They whisper as the cameramen count down, and once action is announced they fall quiet. A tinny, mournful melody begins to play through the speakers overhead. A man sings about losing the one you love, of being alone, and Yuuri absorbs those words as he begins to dance. He falls forward in a sweeping motion, brushing his fingers against the floor before coming up again. His eyes fly heavenward and he reaches until his arm feels as if it’s going to pop. His feet follow the steps of a waltz, carefully pattering across the hardwood, and his arms rest at his sides, useless without a partner to hold. But then, the tune changes. A female voice joins in with the male on the record, and a familiar figure joins Yuuri in the ballroom. Hot breath brushes the back of Yuuri’s neck, accompanying a taut, sleek body. He doesn’t need to look to know who it is, standing there, brushing up against him, long fingers creating indents on his hips. Flowing silver hair, rippling down his back like a waterfall. Bowstring lips, pulled into an impossibly beautiful smirk. Electric blue eyes, bright enough to set the world on fire. Victor Nikiforov.“

[mckkachins]

thank you for tagging me @nikiforoov 💕💕 now the rest of the world gets to hear my voice (which @sapphoz insists has a “”””childlike timbre””” smh)

the rest of the post is under the cut!

- Your name and username. - Where you’re from. - Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY. - What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house? - What is a bubbly carbonated drink called? - What do you call gym shoes? - What do you call your grandparents? - What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket? - What is the thing you change the TV channel with? - Choose a book and read a passage from it. - Do you think you have an accent? - Be a wizard or a vampire? - Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life? - End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.

i tag: @sapphoz @victorsnikforov @tearu @nikifoorov @sallyride @janehopp @extranikiforov @catsudons & @tsarvictor but you obviously don’t need to do this now or ever if you don’t want to 💕💕

[kiaronna]

5, 17, and 10 for the fanfic end of the year asks? :) (sorry if you got any of these already!)

5. most popular fic this year

I’m pretty sure Just Hold On indubitably holds that position. My other fics are… not even close. Technically PoL and DoY beat it in subscriptions, but it’s complete, so that doesn’t count :D

17. fics you’ll continue next year

Haha, I’m hoping to finish all of my WIPs in the coming year. One of my WIPs is sneaking close to the one-year mark, and that is terrifying. My goal is to finish that before its birthday, or I will feel bad for the story.

10. shortest WIP of the year

Aha, between your teeth and lips wins by a landslide, clocking in at less than 4k. It’s also the youngest, though! Give the babe some time to grow.

Don’t apologize, even if they had all been repeats it’s nice to get the ask!

writer ask meme

[yoiflowergrams]

💐flower delivery for  @thehobbem and @extranikiforov 💐 

for being the best fandom wives i could ever ask for. HGTV watch party again soon? 💖

- @maydei

[katsukifatale]

writing meme

rule: copy/paste the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

I was tagged by: @extranikiforov and @yuurispasteldildo 💙💙

“You look incredible,” she agrees. “Yuuri is going to be speechless.” (Oh.)

i cheated lmao have tHREE sentences!! ! also im on mobile so what is formatting ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tagging: @n3rdlif343va, @sgchan, @alexwspark, honestly everyones been tagged so go for it if u wanna and u havent been tagged! and tag me, i love seein fic progress!

[oikawace]

Don't give up, guys! We have to survive. I just happened to overhear this, so I though I should keep quiet, but... Requested by @extranikiforov

[belovedyuuri]

When you get this, send it to 5 writers that you love and tell them what you love most about their writing! Spread the love! (Basia, love, your writing is so heartfelt. I adore that I can read any of your stories and know I will feel connected to your characters in an instant. Your time and adoration for your fic shines through so much in your fic, and I thought I'd let you know that everything you write is amazing!)

so this is cheating a little because I got this message for last year’s fanfic writer appreciation day but I forgot to reply c’: so here

thank you Rae, thank you so much your writing it’s like putting on the comfiest pyjamas I own, making myself my favourite tea, wrapping a blanket around my body and curling in my favourite armchair - all hidden--and found--in your words. Thank you for writing *hugs*

[postingpebbles]

c, d, f, & p! (for the fic ask game!)

C: What member do you identify with most?

ahh, i’d have to say yuuri. i don’t think i have anxiety so i don’t want to assume things about it, but i know the feeling of failure and having to deal with the fallout and being terrified of what other people think of me, and yuuri’s drive to overcome that past failure with the support and love from everyone around him is incredibly inspiring. i know i have an amazing support system from both my family and friends, and i can’t be more thankful to have them in my life much like how yuuri realized that when he screamed his love on national television lol

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

i’d have to say no, bc i’ve never really centered fics around certain pieces of music. i mean, i’ll have music playing when i write sometimes (i’ve found that listening to ‘tense 1’ from the yoi soundtrack makes a good background for a—well, tense scene), but no, i don’t think i’ve ever written anything with a song in mind. maybe i’ll change that someday tho bc it sounds like great inspiration!!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

He hadn’t rehearsed what to actually say to his new neighbor, but if he had—he knew the words in his mind would’ve disappeared like smoke as soon as the door opened.

Because when he smiled at him and said “Hello,” his accent curling pleasantly around the letters, Yuuri knew that he was done for.

“Guh,” Yuuri said intelligently, both the Tupperware and plant precariously close to falling from his hands and smashing on the ground, spreading soil and chocolatey goodness all over the carpeted hallway.

No one could blame him, of course. Because Yuuri’s neighbor was gorgeous, and the first thing that he thought when he saw him was I wonder what paints I could mix to get that shade of blue, not Oh, look, my gifts are about to meet an untimely death against the floor!

“For you,” Yuuri choked out, shoving both objects into Gorgeous Neighbor’s hands before he eventually ended up dropping them. “I live next door.”

“Oh, so we’re neighbors! Thank you,” he said, examining exactly what had just been forcefully given to him. Then his face seemed to light up when he realized what they were. “Are these brownies? And a cactus?” he asked eagerly, his blue, blue eyes seeming to shine.

Yuuri nodded mutely, not trusting himself to speak.

i’m pretty proud of this scene (from a lesson in opening up bc even tho there’s really not that much dialogue, what little dialogue there is is actually kinda funny? or at least i hope it’s funny since humor’s never really been my strongest suit and ahh i just really like this 

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

already answered here!! :)

fanfic ask game!!

[victuuri-ous]

Send this to 10 bloggers you think are amazing. Spread the love! 💗💗💗

I - I’m ACTUALLY FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOODNESS!! I don’t know if this is what you’re supposed to do, but I’m gonna send it back to you because YOU DESERVE IT!

°˖✧◝( ´ ♡ ` )◜✧˖°  

[maydei]

pst you should answer uh (chooses numbers at random) 17, 20, 27 for end of the year fic asks ☺️

17. fics you’ll continue next year

fated, of course. and.... probably FaM........ probably

20. number of comments you haven’t read

i read them all!!!!! i just don’t always have the emotional energy to reply, which is more common recently....

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

in terms of sheer number of enjoyable, attention-grabbing works, i gotta say @emungere. so much joy to be found in one place.

[thehobbem]

Year in Review: Writing Edition

2018 was a super weird year re: writing, considering I was up to my neck in zine work. So between zine modding and real life, I’m sure I looked super inactive in the writing field XD Sorry everyone! But 2019 is here, and with it? Change, my dear, and not a minute too soon.

Total word count: 80,300

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice

Fics written this year:

every calculation falls silent, my Sissi AU/royalty AU/arranged marriage AU. I wrote it for @yoiroyaltyweek, thinking I could do it in a one-shot or 2 chapters tops. Turns out I needed 4 chapters XD. It was also a challenge I gave myself, to see whether I could write a period piece - and I did it, and I love it! Guess I’m ready for the Jane Austen AU I’ve been planning! And I was also blessed to be able to commision @iruutciv with art for this fic, and it’s absolutely stunning.

From What I’ve Tasted of Desire, my Victor!yuki-onna AU, for @handsingsweapon for the shifty skater exchange 2018. It’s one of the fics I intend to update (and finish) during my January vacations! Also my first smut, I can hardly believe I did it, and I love it!

Chases, escapes, true love and miracles, the Princess Bride AU I’ve published only here on tumblr. I’m gonna post it on AO3 once I start writing Part II. (Part I was 10 ficlets here, so I’m guessing it should turn into... 5 (?) chapters on AO3.) I said ‘it’s promo for @yoifantasyzine’, but it was really a way for me to get this AU out of my system XD

out of an entire kingdom he kneels only to me, a Hades & Persephone AU for the pilot issue of @yoilitmag. Been meaning to write that one for ages, so happy I got to do it!

The Deconstruction of Stars, my 5 + 1 (5 times Victor turned the legends about him on their heads + 1 time he was exactly as expected) that I wrote for my fandom wife @extranikiforov ♥ I really love character studies, and I guess this fic classifies as one? Either way, 5+1s are mandatory, so here’s mine!

chapter 4 of Frozenheart & Hiddenfire, my Howl’s Moving Castle AU, which I adore to bits. I really wanna update it in January, I miss it! It’s quite haunting to have an entire story in your head and not have the time to keep writing it.

Also, my fics for @yoifantasyzine (a heartsmith AU, Of Hearts & Glass) and @yoispyzine (a Mata Hari AU, with a kiss to the firing squad), both of which I despaired over, bc word count, and ended up super proud of! And both of which were also blessed with collabs, one with @tosquinha and the other with @somethingyoirelated, and I couldn’t be happier!

Biggest writing regret of 2018: the fact that, due to all the zine writing and modding, I couldn’t update my precious babies, Write Me In C Major, Your Hands In My Hair, and more of Frozenheart.

Biggest surprise: that I actually pulled off writing a period piece, which I thought was gonna be super hard - but as it turns out, my head is too full of period movies, series and books, and writing it came... much more naturally than I expected XD. Another surprise was me deciding out of the blue that yuki-onna AU needed a smut scene, just because I could see it in my head XD But hey, if you dream about it, why not write about it?

Writing goals for 2019:

write at least 200 words a day (I usually write way more on my free days, but you gotta take bad days into account, and I may start a second job this year, so who knows how free I’ll be in 2019?)

FINISH C Major, Your Hands In My Hair and Frozenheart. What the hell.

Start the fic that I’ve been planning for 2 years now. I love it, it’s haunting me and I need to write it.

Start Part II of Princess Bride AU. 

Feel free to ask me any questions about my writing, past, present or future! ^^

[mckkachins]

tagged by @victorsnikforov i love u maría josé! ur always so sweet 😘💕😘😘

rules: bold the option you prefer, then tag some others!

1. go apple picking vs go on a hay ride 2. scary vs sweet 3. sweaters vs boots 4. socks vs mittens 5. bonfires vs football 6. trick or treating vs watching scary movies (sign me up to fuck the next scary clown) 7. apple pie vs pumpkin pie 8. halloween vs thanksgiving 9. bake pie vs bake cookies (look dudes i’d burn down the house i can’t cook) 10. rain vs fog 11. black cats vs owls 12. ghosts vs wizards 13. harry potter vs halloweentown (what??) 14. go hiking vs sleep in 15. cinnamon vs nutmeg 16. reading vs writing (i really just cry reading what i’ve written???) 17. hot chocolate vs tea  18. live in a cabin in a forest vs have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs caramel apples 20. blankets vs pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs roasted chestnuts (hnnnng this is so hard) 22. coffee vs apple cider 23. red leaves vs orange leaves 24. braids vs bows 25. scented candles vs scent of freshly baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes V.S. chai tea lattes (these are both overpriced and im kinda broke rn ://////) 28. coats vs oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs berets 30. candy corn vs peanut butter cups (if u take candy corn near me i will punch ur face) 31. s'mores vs apple crisp 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs swing on a tire swing 33. corn maze vs haunted house 34. bob for apples vs visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs marshmallows on hot chocolate whew!! like damn i know halloween is over but halloween is never over for me. spookytimes forever tbh. im going to tag: @catsuukis @extranikiforov @tsarvictor @nikifoorov @nikiforoov 💕💕

[monoyoistudio]

Mangacap style series [2/?] Requested by @extranikiforov

[yoiflowergrams]

💐 flower delivery for @extranikiforov! 💐

rae, i adore your writing and i think youre such a great person. i hope for the best for you!

- @katsukifatale