Rose Releases Art

Hello! This is the art/writing side-blog of roserelease (I follow back on + respond with that account). All art and writing on here is by me unless stated otherwise. Currently working on: ✦ YOI Mer AU ✦ YOI Cosplay AU

[rosereleasestheart]

[Image description: snapshot of a word document. It reads as the following: Yuuko smiles at Yuuri with a mix of an age-old exasperation and fondness. “Suuuure. I will say, he's even cuter in person. Which I didn't think was possible, but here we are. Photos truly don't do him justice.” That, Yuuri certainly agrees with. It's a shared secret only the two of them are privy to. Well, them, and Yuuri's ancient Windows 2000 computer his parents allowed to have in his bedroom for “homework” purposes. Not that he ever got up to any trouble. He was a good kid. Nearly straight As, homework always done on time and as soon as he got home, no shenanigans while his parents diligently worked next door. That's likely why he was trusted to have such technology in his bedroom to begin with; he had earned their trust in being a responsible and obedient son, and thus was rewarded with a whole new world to explore at his leisure. A little ironic now, given what it's exposed him to. It's because he had all the privacy in the world back then that he was able to witness Viktor's glory in the first place, without any embarrassment a bystander might lay on him for staring so hard at another teenaged boy pretending to be a girl for an audience of, back then, at least several thousand followers. (Hey, that was seriously good back then! As viral as viral got, especially within a niche community. And those numbers only climbed even higher with each passing day, even during Viktor's year-long hiatus.) Except... No. That's not the whole truth. Not if he's going to be honest.]

Sorry it's been a while since the last update! I've been busy with real life for a while. Here's a sneak peek as promise that the next chapter is coming. It's just taking a while because I'm rambling in it again lol

[bidet-of-evil]

i was tagged by @whorerific to share a snippet of my current wip. i’m really bad these days at remembering who likes to be tagged in things like this, so please do consider yourself tagged if you have a wip you’re eager to tease! i’m going to (no pressure) tag @porcupine-girl , @westiec , and @intheeveningsunrise , along with a special tag for @opelemmescootpastya bc she came up with the first novel title here, which kicked off this section of the wip.

With a resigned sigh, Lan Wangji waves vaguely toward the stairs. "We have two remaining copies of The Ballad of a Broken Bard in stock. I understand they have been sold out elsewhere. You may find them downstairs."

He returns his attention to his work, yet again, but then looks up, yet again, when the visitor leans over to place his elbows on the wide counter, chin resting in his hands.

"Hmm," Wei Wuxian hums wistfully. "I thought it was so romantic how Edwin sacrificed everything for his one true love. Didn't you?"

A long moment passes in silence, an apparent battle of wills fought between their locked gazes.

"I found it foolish and trite," Lan Wangji finally says, and Wei Wuxian laughs and stands upright again.

"Of course you did," he says with a wink. "But you read it."

"A hazard of my profession. The story is neither a ballad, nor is Edwin a bard," Lan Wangji continues, apparently unable to help himself. "It is preposterous to think that this mindless drivel has topped bestsellers lists nationwide, and even more so considering the utter slop of the first installment."

"Oh, I take it you didn't enjoy The Sonnet of a Songbird Swallow either?" Wei Wuxian says, not bothering to hide the teasing lilt in his voice.

"While swallows belong to the Passeriformes order, they are not in the Oscines suborder, which means that they are not, in fact, true songbirds," Lan Wangji replies as if that settles the matter. He takes a calming breath and rises from his stool. "How may I help you, Mr. Wei?" he asks again, with barely concealed annoyance behind his eyes. "I presume, since you have already read The Ballad of a Broken Bard, that you are seeking a different volume from me?"

The smile wanes slightly from Wei Wuxian's face. He nods and folds his hands behind his back, and begins pacing leisurely, glancing here and there at the neatly stacked shelves that line the walls. His heavy boots make no sound as he walks but leave wet imprints in the carpet, a spiraling trail around the shop foyer. "I believe your humble establishment has the privilege of owning the last known copy of The Collected Works of Baoshan Sanren, for which I have traveled many miles."

[opelemmescootpastya]

Thank you for the tag @bidet-of-evil! My biggest WIP at the moment is my currently-unpublished struggle fic (a Great Gatsby-inspired modern AU that I refuse to start posting until I’m at least 75% through writing it in a vain attempt to make sure I finish it for realsies). It’s also my love/hate letter to Los Angeles and the time in my life where I worked in Entertainment🤢

It started completely by accident when, after getting home early from daycare all-by-himself, he found the doors to the apartment locked. He didn’t realize that his Uncle Ning would be picking him up a bit later that day, and inadvertently scared the living daylights out of his entire family when Uncle Ning showed up to the daycare only to be told that Sizhui had already walked home two hours ago. Being a resourceful child and a certified Big Boy™ (as his solo walk home from daycare clearly demonstrated), Sizhui thought that the best course of action would be to stay with a neighbor until one of his aunties or uncles came home. There were college students living in the apartment above them, and they were kinda scary, but the pretty man who lived in the basement always smiled at Sizhui and seemed nice enough. He’d decided to try his luck with that man and traipsed downstairs to knock on his door.

Wei Wuxian had opened up, surprised to find such a small person at his doorstep comporting themself with so much dignity, politely requesting a grilled cheese sandwich, and sprang into action. He didn’t have any of the Wen’s contact information, so he called the daycare center, begged for a phone number, and called Auntie Qing so the family’s frantic search could stop. The entire time Wei Wuxian stressed about potentially being accused of kidnapping, he entertained Sizhui with his sunny personality, silly jokes, and broken film equipment that he couldn’t do more damage to, and — as requested — made Sizhui a delightful grilled cheese sandwich. It had been Sizhui’s first time ever trying Pepper Jack cheese. He liked it.

@green-riot @feistybun @roserelease SHOW ME WHAT YOU’VE GOT (if you wanna, no pressure)

[rosereleasestheart]

Thanks for the tag! Here's two WIP previews since I'm actively working on two separate projects lol

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I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 14:

True to her word, breakfast doesn't take long at all. A short while after Viktor is served tea, Hiroko sets a tray down at his table and carefully places a plate of omelette, two small bowls of rice and miso soup, and a mini plate of pickled vegetables down before him. It smells positively divine, so much so Viktor can feel his stomach practically lunging for it.

“Thank you,” he says, “this looks perfect.”

“I hope it's to your liking,” Hiroko says. At the appearance of several more people at the doorway, she bows her head and goes to greet her new guests.

Alone, Viktor wastes no time chowing down.

His normal breakfasts at home are often simple and streamlined to the point of extreme predictability and humdrum. Most days, it's oatmeal with berries or scrambled eggs and turkey bacon with some sort of fruit. Sometimes it's a little of both, if Viktor pushes himself extra hard at the gym and needs the calories to keep his build. However, they're all generally things he doesn't have to think about because he's had them over and over again. And why not? They fill him the way he needs so he can focus on other, more important things. Less brain space spent making the same decision each morning is more room for more complicated matters.

That said, it's not the most enjoyable way to consume food. Or live life.

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So Let Us Be, You and I chapter 25:

“Yuri!”

His cousin didn't turn around. “What.” It couldn't bother to be a question, either.

“You did great out there,” Viktor said.

Yuri tugged his hair out of its ponytail, undoing some of the side braids that had been tucked into the hair comb holding it all back. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking it out in the water. Still, he did not turn around. “Sure did.”

“Are you... nervous?”

“Why would I be nervous?”

“No reason.” Although he knew Yuri would never see, Viktor smiled all the same. There were so few ways to comfort Yuri, if his cousin could even recognize such a concept, but he wanted to try all the same. “I know you'll do well.”

Yuri's back muscles tensed. “Of course you do. I'm going to win.”

Viktor studied that small back, those thin arms, carefully toned with muscle, suggestions of a growing strength and power hiding under his frame, but still small all the same. I'm throwing a child in there, and he will just have to survive.

“You will,” Viktor said. “And I'm going to watch it happen.”

Yuri said nothing.

Viktor didn't bother to wait for a response. He left, returning to Yuuri's side so that they may return to their own rooms for evening.

It was going to be a long a night, and tomorrow was going to be so much worse.

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I tag any fellow writers who want to do this!

[rosereleasestheart]

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With the King and Queen's full permission, they wound up adding extra practice hours in the middle of the day, in lieu of meetings and study sessions. Any tasks required of Viktor were picked up by others, giving him ample time to better plan his schedule with Yuri. What used to be crammed into an evening was finally broken up into different practice periods, with enough time in between for Yuri to properly rest his body and refuel. Honestly, they should have done it from the start, but seeing the progress Yuri had made, the King and Queen agreed it was both miraculous and still not enough. “You need rest, too,” Yuuri pointed out. All these new bruises and scrapes on Viktor's body... Viktor pushed Yuri hard, but the young prince pushed back just as well. Viktor's body was a sea of yellow and purple, their colour sickly. Despite their constant ache, Viktor didn't let up. The sight of it all made Yuuri's tentacles writhe restlessly. No matter how much he swept these internal wounds away before bed with a magical touch of his hand, there were always new ones the next day. How could anyone sit back and watch this without some worry in their heart? “I can rest when we're watching him fight,” Viktor would simply reply back. “When it's finally impossible to help him?” Yuuri countered. Viktor didn't reply. Yuuri wasn't convinced. There was no way Viktor was resting anytime soon, and certainly not during the main event. Like it or not, they were both going to be on the edge of their seats. From either victory or some potentially great tragedy, it was hard to know.]

Because I remembered, here's another sneak peak of chp 23 of my mer au~

Happy WIP Wednesday!

Still, even with Yuuri helping... It quickly got to a point where Viktor had to ask for more help.

[rosereleasestheart]

Hello! Want to start this off with I love your art and fics! It makes me very happy to see someone who still enjoys Yuri on ice and creating AUs for it. Back in 2023 I started reading your Mermaid AU, I went back to see if there were any more updates but it seems like you haven’t written anything for it in a while. I’m just wondering if we’ll get an update soon (like sometime this year).

I know you’ve been writing a lot for you’re cosplay AU so I was just wondering!

Hello!

Thank you so much for reading my lil stories. <3 I know a lot of YOI people have moved on (no judgement here, I get it), but I'm not easily embittered by media fumbles so my adoration hasn't waned or been tainted by broken promises. From my experience, I'm way too used to that happening (looking at you, DC comics) so I'm honestly just glad we got a solidly amazing season with a happy ending and room to do anything you want. I don't foresee myself moving on anytime soon lol

It has been a long time since I updated, but I am still working on the story! It turned out I needed a nice, long break from mer au after years of focusing solely on it. I got pretty stressed out over it and it was effecting my own enjoyment. But I did return to it privately last year and have more written (no art yet, saving that for the end). My plan is to finish up the rest of the story on my own and then post the rest once it's been completed. There's honestly not that many chapters left. I have 1 and a half done up already and am in the middle of the last mini arc, which will only be like... another two-three chapters maybe? And then it's the last part of the story + conclusion, which is likely another 2-3 chapters. Maybe an epilogue, too.

I appreciate you inquiring. It honestly means a lot to me. I've had a few people poke their heads in as of late and it's reminded me that maybe someone other than me wants to see this one through to the end. Thankfully I have vacation starting tomorrow, and I plan on spending most of it power writing.

AS A GIFT, here's a sneak peak of the last chapter I was working on (chp 23 for the record). I hope you have a safe and happy new year! I'll hopefully see you soon with more of this story. <3 Maybe I'll go back to posting wips as I work on it more? Hmmmm

The tournament was approaching must more quickly than any of them could anticipate. Despite practicing every night, often for hours, only so many miracles were possible. While Prince Yuri learned quickly, hungry for any and everything Viktor could show him, there was only so much time to hone these brand new skills. As each night passed them by, it was becoming hopelessly obvious that time was not totally on their side. What Yuri was learning in theory would have to be mastered only nights before they would need to be applied in true battle. It was getting to a point where even Yuuri, who once laid out on the sea grass and spent his evenings relaxing, was up and aiding Viktor any way he could. Becoming a willing, living test dummy for Viktor to help demonstrate new techniques of attack and dodging. “Wonderful!” Viktor praise him, as he mirrored the move they were attempting to teach Yuri this night with ease. “See, Yuri? Like that! Now try it against Eros without fumbling it again.” “Hey!” Yuri shouted, pointing his finger at Viktor. “Who is fumbling?! I did it perfectly the first time!” “Yes,” Viktor said, “and when I told you to do it again, you got cocky and messed it up. Were you really watching that closely, or are you getting bored already?” Yuri scowled. “Just you watch, old man. I'll do it even better than this squid-freak here and more.” “... You mean octopus. Squid have six limbs, not eight,” Yuuri corrected, but of course it went ignored. Oh well. For the most part, all Yuuri had to do was hover in the water, holding a weapon to block or move a certain way. Not exactly the most tasking of jobs. Although the odd time he was shown a brand new move to practice with Yuri was admittedly quite fun. (No, he wasn't turning warm and blue at the way Viktor lingered behind him, his hands gently orchestrating where and how Yuuri was meant to move his body. Every nerve in his body lit up as Viktor pressed so closely against him, the prince's soft, commanding voice in his ear... but it was always ruined quickly by Yuri's whining. “Aren't you two done yet? We're wasting time!” Sigh. Stop thinking about it, Yuuri told himself over and over again. Just stop thinking!)

[rosereleasestheart]

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One side of the fabric around the table trembles. Vicchan pokes his head out from under, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He barks once, though it sounds very insistent.

“Of course you want it on,” Yuuri sighs. He looks at Viktor. “That's our kotatsu. Ever sat with one before?”

Viktor replies, “Can't say I have. It's a heated table, right?”

“Sure is. Sit down and I'll turn it on. You'll never want to get up once I do.”

My back might decide otherwise. The “gift” of getting older. Still, not wanting to miss out, Viktor carefully kneels down on one of the cushions one leg at a time. His joints snap – crackle – pop a little too loud for comfort, but he manages to keep a straight face as he does, pretending it didn't happen at all.

Except there's another set of ears in the room. In a concerned voice, Yuuri asks, “Did your knees just…?”

“Shhh. Never happened. Don't worry about it.”

“Ah. 'Kay.”]

Next chapter won't be ready until likely next year (ha) but here's a little silly snippy in the meantime~

[rosereleasestheart]

squidge's image hosting is worth looking into for fics! they allow (almost all) nsfw art so long as it's labelled properly.

Hi!

I have heard of squidge before (some good things, some iffy, but I can't recall any of those details atm). I'll look into the site and see if it works for me. Thanks for the suggestion!

[rosereleasestheart]

Hello! The artwork that is embedded in your works are no longer viewable to people in the UK because Imgur has banned our access 😟 . I'm not here to expect that you change the image host you use but I thought I'd just let you know just so you're aware, in case Imgur does not always remain a good choice for hosting imagery on AO3 on a wider level than just the UK being blocked. Good luck with your WIPs. PS. Sorry I am too shy to comment on your works directionally. I am enjoying reading though! ♥️

Hello!

I didn't know they did that. I always hated using that site anyway. I only did because 2018 Tumblr {Porn Nonsense, even tho I barely draw/don't post drawn porn on here this hellsite still flagged me all the damn time for MALE PRESENTING NIPPLES and that was annoying as fuck so I used imgur to try and get around this for my fics. I'm pretty sure an entire update of the yoi mermaid comic I did years ago was just outright deleted because it's fucking gone and I'm still pissed about it. I have zero issue going back and re-posting art so it can still be seen by any UK readers, now that Tumblr's calmed down on that stuff. It may take me a few days (irl is busy atm) but I'll get it done.

Thanks for letting me know! <3 Also glad to know you're quietly enjoying my lil stories, no pressure to comment or anything, only do what you're comfortable with.

[rosereleasestheart]

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Yuuri jerks awake in the middle of the night.

Heart pounding, he stares in the darkness, attempting to remember when and where he is.

Slowly, he recalls what happened. He was somewhere pleasant, surrounded in a familiar warmth his heart wanted to hold onto forever. Then slowly, he began to hear the sound of someone speaking to him from afar. The voice drew closer, it began to surround him, so close and yet seemingly unattached to anyone. Yuuri recalls spinning around, trying to find its owner, only to become more and more confused as the voice shifts pitch and tone, fluidly becoming someone else with no clear beginning or ending between them, at times sounding like more than one person. Faces appeared... but he wasn't able to make out anything beyond vague shadows and light. Only their omniscient, inescapable presence that knew Yuuri better than he did himself.

What a hateful, disgusting feeling.

But most disconcertingly, they were all saying the same word. Over and over again, with increasing relief and fondness. Only this word.

Finally. Finally.]

Happy WIP Wednesday! I'm starting chapter 10 of I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling today. Anyone who wished I spent more time on Yuuri's ace/demi feelings in this series, come sit down because I'm finally cooking up some more!

[rosereleasestheart]

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For the first time in what feels like forever, Viktor wakes up with a smile.

After a fast hour of rushing some leftover food into his belly, packing his luggage into the car, and setting up the backseat to be as comfortable as possible for Makkachin with thick blankets and one of her favourite toys to chew on, Viktor's finally ready to take off. His winter jacket is thick and warm on him, his boots ready for however many inches of snow there may be further west, and he has a small bag of drinks and snacks for him and Makkachin both. There will be a few breaks along the way, but Viktor aims to make this as much of a straight shot as possible.

Standing in the foyer with Makkachin on her leash, Viktor bids Chris farewell.

“Call if anything happens,” Chris says. His eyes widen when Viktor engulfs him in an abrupt, tight hug, the sort that lingers perhaps a little longer than expected. Chris' hands hover awkwardly for a moment before finally finding their place on Viktor's back.

“I will. You, too.” When Viktor pulls away, he's smiling so hard it hurts. Walking out of here feels like leaving something behind, something he's been ready to shed off his skin for a long time. He wants Chris to come along for the journey, but it's all he can go but promise he'll be back one way or another. “We'll celebrate our own little Christmas when I return.”

“Sure, sure.” Chris pats his back. “Just... remember what I said. Focus on having a good time, not on... this. Okay?”

Viktor simply nods.]

Happy WIP Wednesday! Here's a sneak peek of chapter 8 from my YOI cosplay au, I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling. The first 6 chapters are currently up an available for reading~

[rosereleasestheart]

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Yuuri leans back against his bed frame, cushioned by his pillows. His Switch is in his lap, multiplayer on Mario Kart open. However, neither of them have bothered to pick a player. They've just been sitting here, together despite the distance, the enthusiastic music playing distantly in the background while their hushed voices catch up over the past week.

“Have you thought about things? About... what you want to do?”

“I've been thinking about a lot of things,” Viktor answers vaguely.

“Things you'll tell me?”

“Maybe... soon. When I figure them out.” Viktor huffs out a small laugh. “I don't know what to tell you. I feel like I'm stuck in a standstill, only it's against myself.”

“I know the feeling,” Yuuri replies. “You feel – like you're frozen in place. Like no decision is the right one.”

Viktor confesses, “Every decision feels wrong.”

“I get that.”

“But... not making a decision is a choice, too. And it also feels wrong.”]

Happy WIP Wednesday! Here's a sneak peak of the draft for chapter 7 of I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling, my YOI Cosplay AU.

[rosereleasestheart]

[Image description: snapshot of a word document. It reads: “Why is Chris calling me?” Yuuri asks out loud. Next to him, Phichit visibly tenses, but he says nothing as he stares at the TV. Whatever it is, it has to be important, so Yuuri wastes no time picking up. “Hello?” He doesn't receive an answer right away. There's muffled noise in the background of wherever the caller is, two voices arguing vehemently against each other, but Yuuri can't really make out the words. Which is why he's surprised when the voice that answers sounds deceptively calm and collected. “Hello, my dear,” Chris finally says on the other end. Yuuri would recognize that flirting lilt anywhere. “I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but I'm afraid your boyfriend is in another crisis and he refuses to listen to me.” The laid back way he's informed of this has Yuuri all at once gripping his phone all while letting out an unprepared, “Huh?” Chris is back to talking to someone – Viktor, of course – in the background. This time, Yuuri does hear what he says. “Take the phone, or so help me.”]

I missed WIP Wednesday again but here's a sneak peak anyway. This is from the draft of chapter 5 of I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling. Chapter 4 miiiiight end with an explosive cliffhanger :3c

[rosereleasestheart]

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– each comment is a whiplash of fire against his skin, exploding against him with each slap of its flames, but instead of recoiling in fear, praying the hands at the other end of these attacks finally tire of their abuse, Viktor's insides start to burn with a brand new feeling he's spent years denying could ever smoulder inside him. If it were any other day, a different feeling would overwhelm him. The same one he's been burdened with since the first day months ago when he felt like he had permission to cry again. Whenever the world became too much, his eyes would well up against his will, and his body would do its best to expel the terrible emotion from him the only way it seemed it could. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a witness is there, but in the end Viktor always felt worse for it, weakened by something he couldn't control, pain he couldn't let go of. No, this was a completely different feeling. After years of pleasing the unpleasable, crying himself utterly dry, there's no other feeling left. There's only rage. And he knows the whole room is burning with it, with no safe way to diminish it back down to embers. “Viktor...?” In the background, Chris tries again. “What are you – ” Before Chris has a chance to finish his sentence, Viktor turns around and whips his phone across the room.]

Here's a WIP for WIP Wednesday! This is from chapter 4 of I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling, Part 4 of my YOI Cosplay AU! Viktor's having some big feelings this time around~

[rosereleasestheart]

[Image Description: roserelease as a doll in a cheap package. They're in grey sweats and a black hoody, and they come with a: PS5 controller, Gay Fic (original or fan don't matter), and an Iced Coffee. The expression on their face is of intense shock/horror, but at what, who can say. (It's everything.)]

Saw this trend that artists are doing as a Fuck You to this "me as a doll" AI crap trend and thought "well count ME in!" So in honour of me finally getting a haircut yesterday, here's my ass as a cheap dollar store doll

* comes with free Existential Dread and The Horrors (tm)!

[rosereleasestheart]

It hits Yuuri like a brick to the head. “You still want to make it,” he says. “Or, you think you still can.” “Can't I?” Only Viktor doesn't sound like the brave, fearless cosplayer Yuuri has always admired. He sounds scared. In over his head in a depth no one can tread in forever. “Can't I make it work in some way?” Yuuri challenges with, “Is it really worth it?” “No. Yes. It could be. It's not about me.” “It is about you.” Yuuri doesn't mean to sound like he's growing impatient. He grimaces at himself for the intensity behind it. But he's scared, too. Not because he can't handle change or last minute obstacles, but his growing concern that Viktor can't, and he's not there to make sure that he will be able to. “You more or less said it. Your dysphoria gets too bad wearing anything related to this costume? Then don't.” “Don't. I hate that word...” “It's what it is, isn't it? Or did you mean your costume literally burn you when you put it on?” Viktor falls quiet. Well, here's the wall. Whenever conversation inches anywhere towards this particular topic, Viktor always flinches away, too resistant to further discussion. Normally Yuuri's fine to let it be, but maybe he's deluded himself into thinking this issue would be fine on its own for a while longer. But Yuuri doesn't know what to do, besides talk about it. Viktor needs to find another way around it? Trying to go straight through isn't working – it's too blunt in a spot with too sensitive from bruising. There's gotta be another way to get Viktor to listen to reason. Although it's a shot in the dark, Yuuri finds something. He says, “Listen. I have a story for you.” “Is it a fun story?” Yuuri shrugs as he reaches for some tissue on his nightstand and finally begins to clean himself off as best he can. “Sure, why not. Are you listening?” “Always.”

Chapter 3 of I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling is now live! Yuuri has a fun lil story to share~

[rosereleasestheart]

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While a small crowd hovers around the basket, picking between the three versions available, Viktor notices more movement in the background. Another teenager hangs in the background, but unlike this group, he's not dressed to the nines in bright J-fashion accessories and clothes. Rather, he's garbed in muted green and brown, a silent knight from deep in the woods. Viktor perks up. Oh. Twilight Princess Link. Now you don't see that very often these days. (God, is Viktor getting old, or does this clearly teenaged cosplayer look just old enough to have played that as a young kid? Viktor shudders to think how old he was when that game came out.) At a glance, Viktor can tell it's a costume that's been purchased off one of the many websites online that sell it, for he's seen it everywhere over the years. Even the wig looks fresh out of the bag, a little too long on the cosplayer's face for it to seem comfortable for the wearer. Interestingly enough, the rest of the costume appears to have been hand made. A large foam Hylian shield and Master sword are in the cosplayer's hands, the edges perfectly smooth, the surface painted to look like the old and well respected weapons they are. They're not the shiny resin or plastic one would expect from a seller online. Either this cosplayer has been learning foam work, or they know someone who is well versed in the craft. A second glance, and Viktor realizes the green eyes staring him down from across the way are strangely intense beneath the spiked bangs swept across his face. There's not a hint of cheer or friendliness anywhere on this person. And yet they stare at Viktor like they know him. Viktor knows his memory isn't the greatest, but he's certain he would recognize someone like this.]

I missed WIP Wednesday or whatever it is called, but here you go, some stuff from chapter 4 of I might need some more healing (but it's worth it for the feeling), part 5 of my YOI Cosplay AU

[rosereleasestheart]

[Image description: Viktor Nikiforov helps paint Yuuri Katsuki's nails at a table. Viktor's head is down, focused, while Yuuri gazes up at his husband with a complicated expression on his face. Yuuri's hair is long, half of it tied back in a messy bun, and he wears blue and yellow eyeshadow with long lashes. His ears are pierced and his blue, loose shirt is off the shoulder, with the strap with what could be a bra underneath peaking out.]

@viktortittiforov requested some sweet post-canon victuuri with Yuuri experimenting with his gender expression, along with the aid of Viktor. I hope this meets your expectations! Thank you once again for donating!

[pilindiel]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

tagged by @pumpkinmetaphor. The word is SCOUT. Excerpts and sentences under the cut!

S: Swimming through the ether, reaching, reaching, will he ever find a way to make things right?

C: Coal gasps, affronted.

Loch barks out a laugh.

“I am your king,” Coal insists, “You can't talk to me that way!”

Kris smirks.  “You're also my brother.”

“And he's not wrong,” Hex chimes in.

Coal gasps again, double affronted, even as he fails to hide his smile.

O: “On one condition.”

Kaoru’s eyes narrow.  A test?  Kaoru’s passed all his tests this semester with flying colors thank you very much, so he’s prepared for whatever Haruhi throws at him.

He smirks.  “Bring it on.”

U: Unsurprisingly, most people care little for what the spare prince of Christmas is doing with his time.  Kris shakes his head.  No, he’s not the spare prince of Christmas; he never was.  That kind of talk is just the familiar voice of his anxiety trying to weasel its way into his heart.  He works hard to stamp down those thoughts now.

If anything is a celebration of his accomplishments, of his worth, this is it.

Though he is slowly coming to terms with the fact that his worth isn’t tied to what he can offer people or what he can do.

It’s a long road ahead, but Kris is working on it.

T: The cool water washes over his tongue and at first, Kaoru almost believes that dehydration is his only enemy this morning.  But the reprieve is short lived as the water traitorously burns as it travels down his raw throat.  He winces and the mewl that escapes him is too pained to be misconstrued as anything else.

“It’s just…a really bad cough,” Kaoru concedes, averting his eyes and sniffling.

“And nasal congestion,” Hikaru confirms, voice strained.

“You also have a fever,” Haruhi remarks unhelpfully.

“Fiiiine,” Kaoru hisses, crossing his arms over his chest, “I will admit, I may be a bit under the weather.”

Hikaru snorts humorlessly.  “You think?”

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Your word is: WATER

[roserelease]

Oh ho, thanks for the tag!

As a treat, I'll do both the next Cosplay AU chapter and the long lost Mer AU chapter I'm still working on (I swear).

HERE WE GOOOOO

W:

“When exactly were you born?” Viktor asks. It feels like the sort of aimless question one asks at a sleepover. It's silly, and yet it carries a peculiar weight to it. “I mean, were you a morning baby, or a night baby?”

A:

Anyone else would let the mistake slide. Yuuri knew better than that. Viktor was not anyone else.

Yuri let out a loud gasp as his weapon was suddenly yanked out of his grip by Viktor's hand – all while the other hand playfully shoved Yuri right in the back and forced him several feet away.

T:

They followed Yuri outside. Two princes went to opposite ends of the courtyard, backs briefly to each other. Yuri spun around first, trident tight in his grip, while Viktor took his sweet time, holding his weapon loosely in his.

Finding a soft patch of fluffy sea grass nearby, Yuuri plopped himself down on the ground, and he watched.

“Well?” Yuri shouted from across the yard. “What are you waiting for? Teach me something, great master who knows all.”

E:

Even still, he will always try his best, because it's always what Viktor will deserve.

When the other side remains quiet, like Viktor's too ashamed to speak any more on it, Yuuri tries again.

“Vicchan,” Yuuri whispers into his phone. It's not often he uses that name – sparingly, if anything – because it feels so potent that he must be careful when he does. “Please tell me.”

R:

Recollecting this story makes him want to cringe, but hey, if it helps. He'll try anything.

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YOUR WORD IS:

Destiny!