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You can't really know someone from consuming their fiction and never meet your heroes and blah blah blah. But like. When you read the work of someone you know personally and it's just bursting with their beautiful soul and their words are enhanced by their spirit. It's like. A sublime experience.

#or maybe I'm just gay #this is about #dubvictor #N SHE KNOWS IT

hello goodbye!!!! from @jinlian and @dubvictor

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are you planning on documenting "oh worm?"

We may! We’re researching the meme. If anyone has info on the meme, please feel free to send us a message.

#ask #dubvictor #oh worm meme #June 2017

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“Okay but Victuuri childhood friends au where Viktor used to babysit...”

uhhhhhhhh is no one else REAL grossed out by the implication that victor would fall in love with someone he knew as a child and should still think of as a child?

Well yeah, it’s a pretty delicate situation given the four year age difference and for anyone that wants to write a fic based on this au they’d have to be very careful about that, but that’s exactly the reason I clearly specified that they were 19 and 23 respectively before anything romantic happened between them. And it’s also why Chris, despite knowing Yuuri had a crush on Viktor, never actually told Viktor to stop dating other people, and why he never encouraged Yuuri’s feelings for Viktor. He knew that Yuuri was still too young and that it wasn’t healthy. So he was just there for Yuuri when he was down.

Up until that point Viktor’s feelings for Yuuri were entirely platonic and the reason he didn’t see him in a romantic light was because he had known Yuuri for his entire life and had always thought of him as a child.

But walking in on Yuuri practicing his poledancing, Viktor saw him in a light he’d never imagined before, and the context in which he thought of Yuuri changed as a result. He saw a fully grown individual capable of making his own decisions and able to legally consent, and he thought, “Damn, he’s attractive.”

The situation opened his eyes to the fact that Yuuri is a grown-ass adult and he’s not going to be a child forever.

There’s no reason Viktor “should” still think of him as a child.

And not to mention that childhood friends fall in love with each other all the time guys I don’t know why you’re suddenly up in arms. I could understand why you’d be grossed out if Viktor was an adult who knew Yuuri as a child because that’d be all kinds of disgusting.

But get this.

Viktor was also a child when he knew Yuuri as a child.

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Callout post for @dubvictor I'm pretty sure rainbows are gonna start spontaneously manifesting in our apartment soon because of how gay you've been lately. Also @jinlian because it's pretty much all your fault. 🌈 ❤️💛💚💙💜

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"Part of Your World" Summary: Prince Yuuri can't remember much about that night he fell from one of his ships during a storm and washed up on the beach - but he remembers a voice beautiful as sea glass, and hair lit up dark golden by the rising sun. (The Little Mermaid AU)

Part of Your World

Summary: Prince Yuuri can’t remember much about that night he fell from one of his ships during a storm and washed up on a beach—but he remembers a voice as beautiful as sea glass, and hair lit up dark golden by the rising sun.

leave me an imaginary fic title/summary and I’ll write something!

Yuuri walks by the sea every day.

And he looks.

He’s not sure what he’s looking for, but he looks. Phichit walks with him, and he doesn’t understand, either, but he never questions it—not verbally, at least. Yuuri looks and looks and never sees anything but he looks all the same, in the hopes that one day that will change. Sometimes, he’ll stop on the beach, stare at a spot in the water and wonder, wonder more than his heart can bear, before he continues, leaving footsteps that will be washed away come morning.

It’s a Thursday when he finds the first lotus flower on the shore. He turns the small flower over in his hand, once, twice, shows it to Phichit, who just shrugs and makes an offhand comment that it’s beautiful, isn’t it?

Then there’s two, then three, then ten, and Yuuri knows this can’t be a coincidence. He keeps them by his bedside, simply piling them up and realizing that they never lose petals, that they never seem to fade or change, as though they’re immortal.

It’s a Monday when he tells his guards that he’ll be out for the night—he doesn’t tell them where, only not to inform the King and Queen, so that they do not worry. If he hasn’t returned by morning, he says, then inform Sir Phichit.

It’s dark out when he settles behind the railing of the small dock, keeping a careful watch on the sea and clinging to the wooden frame with trepidation making his heart race. It’s darker, still, when a form emerges from the water, silver hair glinting in the moonlight, and, and, beneath, beneath, where the legs should be—

“H-Hey!”

He hadn’t wanted that tremble to his voice, but it’s there all the same. He stands on wobbly legs. The figure turns around, and, just like that, crystals, or at least, crystalline, the eyes that had enhanced his dreams and come to him in the dead of the night, the eyes that are familiar—

A pause.

The eyes are huge, shocked.

The figure dives back into the water.

Yuuri watches it retreat, unsure of what to do, his breaths coming in quick pants. There are lotus flowers on the shore and he presses his palm to his forehead, collapsing against the railing and keeping his eyes trained, still, on the shore.

He wonders what that had been, what he’d just seen. There are legends of merpeople, of course, but they’re simply legends, sailors’ myths. He remembers an old man saying with complete seriousness that perhaps he’d met a merperson after falling off of that ship so long ago, that perhaps that’s how his life had been saved.

Eventually, exhaustion overcomes Yuuri and he falls asleep there, head pressed uncomfortably against the hard wood.

(In the morning, there’s a lotus flower in his hair.)

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