#ice speculation preview

[artisticallycrafty]

Somebody better pick up all those polaroids. The sun will ruin them if they’re left all over the floor like that.

[annie-s-artworld]

Here’s a small preview of my finished pieces for @yoimoviezine ! Lots of Viktor close-ups but my illustrations also include the other characters

Keep an eye out for pre-orders! I’ll share it once the zine is ready to go ❄️

[croaissant]

I’m so thrilled to be a writer for @yoimoviezine. Here’s a preview of my piece ☆⌒(≧▽° ) Please check their blog out for information on Ice Speculation and its charity tiers!

[pikkart]

Preview for my piece for @yoimoviezine! :3

[annie-s-artworld]

Here’s the previews of my zine submissions for @yoimoviezine ! I’m really excited for it; everyone’s work is looking great!

[vicunyas]

Preview for @yoimoviezine So excited to take part on it!!!! 

[slusheeduck]

Preview for my Ice Speculation Zine contribution!

All prospective students knew that Yakov had a very strict set of rules to be considered before he would even consider taking them on:

Students had to be passionate about the ice

Parents had to accept that he was the one in charge of their child while on the ice

His time was to be respected.

Rules one and two were the ones most often stumbled upon; he had no patience for lazy students or overbearing parents. The third rule, though, was never an issue. Auditions were always made via appointment, and all of Russia knew that class time was sacred. Students—and only students—were the only ones allowed in the rink at that time, and no one—not even the pushiest parent or the most hopeful coach—would dare to interrupt it.

So, when he heard an unfamiliar voice call out, “Hey! Are you Yakov Feltsman?” in the middle of warm-ups, he nearly had a heart attack.

The entire class came to an abrupt halt, the dozen Juniors staring wide-eyed at the intruder as Yakov took a moment to silently fume. There would have to be a long talk with management about the shoddy security at the rink. He took a deep breath, then turned to look at the very unwelcome arrival. A young boy leaned against the wall, skates slung over his shoulder. One smile, one head tilt, and slightly widened, bright blue eyes told Yakov what he needed to know; it wasn’t shoddy security that got this boy in. No, this was a charmer.

And Yakov hated charmers.

If you want to read the whole thing, be sure to check out the zine!!

[pandamilo]

Ice Speculation Preview!

I am SO excited for this zine @yoimoviezine . There is so many talented artists and writers, it’s going to be amazing once it’s all togther!

But, until then!

Here is a little preview of my piece that is accompanying beautiful art by @artbybansheebender. You can find the gorgeous preview to their piece here.

“Did you bring your costumes? I can help you pick!” Viktor spun around to walk backwards. His hair swirled around him like a flowing blanket as he continued babbling to Chris about his thoughts on a good costume.

“This is it,” Viktor announced excitedly when they reached the door at the end of the hall. It had a decorated blue “V” on the front that looked hand painted and quite old - most likely a gift from his early childhood. When Viktor pushed the door open, the feeling was completely different from the uniform, crisp, white house they had just walked through.

Viktor’s bed, featuring a netted canopy, was massive but barely took up any space in the room. The wardrobe on the other side of the room was open and occupied an entire wall, colours and accessories spilling out of it. On the wall hung Viktor’s medals, including the gold to match Chris’ silver from their first skate together in seniors.

“Is that a poster of Yuuri Katsuki?”