katsukidonn:

[ text: unknown ]  the banquet?? 
 [ text: unknown ] I don’t remember dancing.. 
 [ text: unknown ] hold on.. VIKTOR ?
  [ text: unknown ] as in THE viktor nikiforov 
  [ text: unknown ] five time gold medallist V I K T O R  NIKIFOROV

[ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ; yuuri 🇯🇵  ] — yeah!!
[ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ; yuuri 🇯🇵  ] — we got… kinda acquainted yesterday -
[ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ; yuuri 🇯🇵  ] — you gave me your number?

 

kaxsudon:

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Half an hour? He… he couldn’t have been that dense, could he?!

        ❝ … W-why were you using them in the first place? ❞

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                    “… They’re pickup lines — what can I be using them for ?” Viktor pretty much whined, pouting.

 

hawberries:

oops

(also i wrote a fic about this)

 

liizaveta:

          she was kind of nervous, really. she had done it as a part of her plan to get his attention, but what she didn’t think would happen would be him actually reaching out to her. it was MAYBE the highlight of her entire life. lowkey she was worrying about whether or not he would actually want her, but she lowered that thought away, instead making use of the kitchen in the hotel room to make something she was sure her dad might like. who didn’t like chocolate chip cookies? no one. this COULDN’T go wrong. no way in heckie.

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          so she set to work, using some cookie dough that she had put in && smushed to fit all of them in the oven, she put it in, not realizing the mistake she was making. when she came back to check on them, smoke was everywhere, the cookies burnt all over the tray, && her nose twitched at the smell. she heard a KNOCK at the door && subsequently gasped, realizing it was possibly her father. she was a mess. an utter, utter mess. she grabbed the tray with her bare hands before yelping && dropping it, instead taking off her shoes, putting her hands in it, && balancing the tray on the bottom of her shoes.

          she quickly set out to work, opening the door with her foot && gasping once again with the intense eye to eye contact she had with no one other than her FATHER. eyes twinkled && gleamed happily, though she looked down at the burnt cookies && back up at him, exclaiming with a childlike sadness, ❛ i was trying to make you cookies but i kinda messed up… sorry.

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                    The time he spent outside the door seemed like an eternity, his doubts growing bigger and bigger — was he at the right place ? What if it was some sort of prank and when he opened the door, there would be cameras directed at him, mocking him, making it into a big show. For all he knew, that little girl could be anyone, someone they’d picked up because it’d be fun for the Viktor Nikiforov to have a daughter he didn’t know, the playboy he is —

                     In all honesty, he just didn’t know what to expect and a little part of him was even afraid ( no matter he would never accept it, even to himself. ) The hustle he heard from inside got him worried nonetheless, someone could be hurt, whether there was a camera crew or a child inside, the latter being the worst case scenario. 

                     Then after the ‘eternity’, the door slowly opened and he was facing the girl, wide eyed, with a tray in her hands and a smile on his face. So much for the camera crew — Viktor was just as wide eyed, confused and unsure but he smiled nonetheless, it was a little girl he was speaking to after all. A glance at the tray full of burnt cookies, he shook his head, his words kind. “Don’t worry, девочка — it’s not a problem.” He let out, unsure how to continue after that. He was simply nervous, in front of a child he didn’t know, a child could be her  d a u g h t e r.

 
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OOC: hey there loves ! i’m here && will hopefully tackle those replies super soon, meanwhile, if you’d like to do anything plot/rp/chat feel free to hmu here or on skyype ( my username’s kayraasi ) !

 

kaxsudon:

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        ❝ … What’s that suppose to mean…?! ❞

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                   “I’ve been using them for the past half an hour !

 

nikeforov:

Viktor Nikiforov: figure skating genius, living legend and Actual Puppy

 
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OOC: lowkey working on a theme but im lurking — i just realized i haven’t posted it yet so, my sky*e’s kayraasi && feel free to add me with your url ! 

 

forgotiisms:

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his face essentially deadpanned, eyes narrowing slightly and his mouth dropping, looking very small. he blinked - silently judging, in all honesty - but then he huffed, and reached forward to brush silver bangs out of the russian’s eyes. some circumstances would say that it would look romantic to some people, a sweet and loving gesture, when truth be told, he was checking the pupils to seafoam eyes. he stared at them, deducing that ok, viktor hadn’t taken any drugs or legal highs. not that he ever expected that he did, but it was never too ridiculous to check and be safe. “YOU LOOK HUNGOVER.” thus, you can’t be that used to drinking. “HAVE YOU SHOWERED TODAY?”
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                    As his eyes met Roxas’, he could see the judgement in them and wait — was there also a tint of… worry there ? Then again, he made a quick note of it because his brain was in no mood to think about anything further, even sensitive to a bit of change in light. “No, I’m fine.” He protested albeit weakly, for there wasn’t much he could argue about. The Russian did feel offended at the question though, and raised a hand to his chest over-dramatically, a small gasp leaving his lips. “Are you saying I’m… smelly?” He asked, the frown prominent on his face, he had a headache and stank ? It was a horrible beginning to his day.

 
Title: Metaphors
Artist: Keaton Henson
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and not to mention, despite pretension,
you are infinitely interesting to me.
it’s so unexpected, 
my heart feels unprotected.
i’m so thankful for that way you look at me.
and everything that you say is a poem,
and I’m hooked on every word.


 

skater's hearts are —

two L words come to mind,
— LIFE and LOVE
I've been neglecting both
for over twenty years —

AS FRAGILE AS GLASS

independent private && semi-selective
VIKTOR NIKIFOROV
from Yuri!! on Ice.

( written by kay )

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