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Eros (after training?)

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halloween costumes for my boys🎃

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Viktor’s attempt to smash 2k17 Ft. The Daddle

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Summer Days☀️

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I acknowledge that Victor is a genius in many ways, but I like the idea that pumpkin carving isn’t one of his strong points. Yuuri thinks he’s perfect though.

My entry for day 4 of @yoi-halloween-week:

Trick Prompt: Ghost Stories Treat Prompt: Pumpkin Carving 

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My piece for the @unknownlandzine

It’s Victor and Yuuri visiting my hometown of Monterrey!! Hanging out downtown in Barrio Antiguo… it’s probably winter, judging by that pipe covered in plastic and newspaper (winter in my town can range from 0°C~30°C / 32°F~85°F within the same week, so their clothes are still appropriate). 

I am so proud of having done this, and grateful that YOI allowed me to draw anime characters in my hometown without it seeming dumb.

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Who knows what Yuuri’s looking at? 

 (It’s probably Victor, let’s be real.)

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yuuri: *sees victor’s instagram post announcing that he’s engaged*

yuuri: *briefly feels disappointed and slightly jealous*

yuuri: oh yeah haha im the one he’s engaged to

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Karaka Spicy Ramen, Ippudo Ramen (NY)

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ichiran!! 🍜

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I might only have one match

but I can make an explosion

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fairysoldier-plisetsky:

Yuriy’s a little reluctant to leave Otabek’s room. He’d stay there forever if he could, pressed up into Otabek’s side, half dozing, if he could, but he knows if Yuuri isn’t already worried from his dodgy texts then suddenly skipping out on dinner would certainly finish the job. Yuriy peels himself away from Otabek earlier than he wants to, both because they have to leave a little early so Otabek can pick up his bike before dinner and so Yuriy can dig the makeup out of his bag and attempt to cover up his bruise again.

The bus ride is uneventful, save for the few people he swears piss themselves when Otabek levels them with a death glare for staring that makes Yuriy swell with pride. He tangles their fingers together even tighter and when they finally make it to the apartment, Yuriy blocks the doorbell for a few seconds so he can still one more kiss before their displays of affection switch to more covert methods.

Yuriy can smell a scheme a mile away when Viktor excuses himself shortly after Otabek leaves and narrows his eyes thoughtfully while Yuuri busies himself with making tea. “It was okay. Long,” he replies and sinks back into the couch cushions. He takes the over cup and brings it up to his lips, but doesn’t sip. “Why would they be proud of me? Isn’t that what you’re there for?”

Yuuri pours himself a cup of tea and holds it between his palms to warm his hands up. He sighs contently as he leans against the couch cushions, and he looks over at Yurio. He doesn’t drink the tea, and Yuuri’s eyes fixate themselves on his lips, just inches away from the cup. It was one of the first things Yuuri had noticed, despite the fact that Yurio tried to cover it up with concealer and what appeared to be a light coat of lipstick; they were swollen 

And not only his lips had caught his attention. Despite also being covered up with make up, Yuuri also noticed his swollen eye and cheek. There is only so much you can hide with concealer and powder. It shattered his heart when he first saw Yurio in the door opening, but he had swallowed it away, knowing there was no use in immediately questioning him and acting like a worried mom. He knew that with Yurio, he had to approach the subject carefully, and make him feel comfortable and at ease first. 

“Well, why wouldn’t they be? They witnessed your growth with their own eyes last year. When you first came to Hasetsu, lost the Hasetsu on Ice competition, and then broke world records just a few months later. Everyone who knows you is proud,” Yuuri smiles, taking a sip of his tea. “I’m here to remind you of that.”  

When the heat of the hot water in the cup begins to hurt Yuuri’s fingertips, he places the cup back on the coffee table, before he turns back to the Russian boy, offering him a small, warm, yet slightly worried smile. “So... How have you been, Yurio? How are you feeling?” he asks carefully. “...Are you in pain?”

Katsudon and Good Intentions

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Of course Yuuri had been acting like a worried mother hen ever since he had his short conversation with Yurio over text message, which made it known to him that he wasn’t doing alright. It concerned Yuuri greatly, and ever since he has been fussing about trying to make everyting perfect for the dinner. He had done a good job not revealing anything regarding Yurio’s state of mind to Viktor thus far, but he wasn’t entirely certain for how long that could last. 

He had just put the stove on low fire as the pork strips were getting slowly fried on the pan, when the doorbell rings. Viktor opens up, and Yuuri quickly removes his apron to greet Yurio and Otabek, right before the Kazakh male leaves. Viktor follows suit nog long after, going for a walk with Makkachin, and Yuuri makes his way to the kitchen to prepare the tea. 

“How was your trip back to Detroit,” Yuuri asks, pouring the tea into two cups, before setting them on a tray to carry them to the living room. He sets the tray on the coffee table, before he plops himself onto the couch next to the Russian boy. He gives him a soft smile, and hands him a cup of tea. 

“My family was really happy to see you again, by the way. They said you’ve grown into such a handsome young man. They are so proud of you.”  

Katsudon and Good Intentions

The number 230 bus takes approximately 26 minutes from the Academy to the stop closest to Yuuri’s apartment, barring traffic of course, and it takes another 5 to walk up the street to the apartment complex. 31 minutes total.

Not that Otabek has counted. Not that Otabek has looked at his watch those times Yuriy took the bus by himself, in the early spring after Yuuri’s… incident. Yuriy had called him an overprotective fool, probably using other expletives, too. He could take care of himself, he said.

The last 24 hours had proved that Yuriy couldn’t, at least not up against several men twice his size looking for his deadbeat pop over a money debt. Otabek couldn’t be in Moscow to protect him… a fact that will haunt him… so he’s sure as hell going to do whatever he can here and now in Detroit to keep Yuriy safe.

Even if that means riding the bus with him over to Yuriy’s for dinner. (Actually, not that either had a choice, Beka’s bike was in storage across town- a fact that was soon to be remedied.)  But still, he pays no mind to the people who look at them, hand-in-hand, as they board the bus and sit next to each other. He pays no mind to the people who cast glances their way when they see Yuriy lean against him and Otabek lay an arm over his shoulders.

Otabek gave off his best ‘don’t fuck with us’ aura. So the glancers quickly turned back to whatever they were doing when they saw his dark eyes staring daggers and death back at them.

He makes sure Yuriy gets to the door okay, smiles and gives a wave to Yuuri and Viktor, and explains he’ll be back on his bike before dinner is served. Then, he turns on his heel and catches the 501 west to the storage unit containing their freedom.

@fairysoldier-plisetsky, @yuuri-katsu-done

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did i save this picture or did this picture save me? (´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

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♡ HANAKUMAMII 20 MALE CHARACTERS ♡

Day 17 : Male character with the best hairstyle ↪ Yuri Plisetsky (Yuri on Ice!!)

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Do you ever just…. think about Victor and Yuuri holding each other, in complete silence, simply listening to each other’s heartbeat.

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xoxo by littleulvar please do not remove the source