#nikiforoov

[nanaforov]

keppi is victor and victor is keppi → inspired by @nikiforoov‘s tweets (note: cucumber is kyuuri in japanese; yuuri = katsudon = k.yuuri)

[schaladresdan]

I got my Patreon package from @nikiforoov (Alli) today. The prints are gorgeous. Thank you, Alli!

[yoiroyaltyzine]

Presenting the Advisors to the Throne!

Lady Ollie, known better by her title @postingpebbles, is an essential aide to the Crown. Managing contributors and helping to run social media, she is as delightful as she is integral to the success of the masquerade.

The kingdom’s spymaster is none other than @adjit, known to some as Duckie. They manage the zine’s internal organization and finances, an immeasurably valuable duty.

A master craftsman with a mighty pen, @jumpforjo is the artisan behind the graphics and layout of Majesties. Their ability to skillfully draw the viewer’s eye with both opulence and elegance is renowned throughout the kingdom!

And last but certainly not least, @nikiforoov plays the role of the kingdom’s diplomat. While also aiding with contributor management, Alli is responsible for maintaining essential communication between the Crown and its vendors as well.

As a reminder, applications for Majesties will remain open until 04/17/2019, 11:59pm EST. 

👑Artisans: kindly submit your artwork for us here. 👑Scribes: kindly demonstrate your writing for us here.

We look forward to welcoming you to the grand ball!

FAQ | Schedule | Inquire

[phichimettizine]

You probably noticed how beautiful our zine banner is. Alli’s soft painting and intimate lighting give their art a sensual touch, which is perfect for our couple. We’re delighted to have them as a guest!

Find them at tumblr: @nikiforoov twitter: http://twitter.com/nikiforoov instagram: http://instagram.com/nikiforoov_art

Apply to be part of the zine through March 31, 2019. Click here for details. 

[lynyrdwrites]

It’s that time of the month again.

Here are some of the best people you will ever meet (aka: the people who have received all my love lately):

lilbreck

accidental-rambler

scullylikesscience

declermontdiana

firelxdykatara

nikiforoov

adelindschade

summmersoldier

azariastromsis

[yoicharityauction]

CONTRIBUTOR FILE - NIKIFOROOV

see alli’s work here and here!

alli’s offerings:

type of fanwork: digital fanart subcategories: illustration, banner, icons highest rating: n/a length of work: n/a characters and/or relationships on offer: katsuki yuuri/victor nikiforov, victor nikiforov, katsuki yuuri especially interested in: happy stuff!! romance? pining? established relationship? things like that unwilling to address: things that make me too sad ahaha, for example i'm not gonna draw anything where anyone (permanently) dies etc? additional notes: n/a

minimum bid: $5

auctions run from NOV 4 to NOV 10, 23:59 eastern time. bids before or after this date are invalid and will not be counted. if you would like to bid on this auction, please:

- check the bidding spreadsheet to find out what the current high bid is. - fill out the contributor’s bidding form with a bid that is higher than the current high bid. you may bid as high as you like as long as it is a number that is divisible by five (such as $15, $30, $50, and so on). you will not be notified if you are outbid, so please check the spreadsheet frequently. - when auctions end, winners will be notified by the email provided.

questions? email us at [email protected]!

[yoyoplisetsky]

hey it's alli, thirsty for a compliment bc art hurts rip 🌹

send me a 🌹 and i’ll compliment you

alli! so i was so glad when you started to post art bc i just !!! love seeing people contribute and be excited for the fandom. one of your earlier arts was that viktor gif? the one with different evolutions of him? that was one of the prettiest things i’d ever seen - you know i’m weak for viktor. i love your art so much and i love seeing you succeed and do such amazing things with your art and it !!! keeps getting better !!! your art is so pretty and so soft and i’m so weak for you and for soft (and for vitya, which is always a close bonus with you). you’re also just ,,, so sweet to talk to and absolutely a great person to know

[katzuyas]

dazzle me with gold

a little something for @nikiforoov bc alli’s most recent vitya gave my inspiration juices a drop kick and I... I just had to okay? enjoy

Everyone knows who Victor Nikiforov is.

Even shepherds and beggars, even children of such.

So when Yuuri's hunting trip takes him almost to the other side of the forest and he's caught by men with the flaming sun insignia embossed in the gold of their breastplates, Yuuri knows who he is being dragged to meet. He just doesn't know why.

"I did nothing wrong, please let me go," he begs, but even to his own ears he sounds petulant.

"Lord Nikiforov will be the one to decide that," one of the guards tells him, and that's that.

The camp is a busy place. There's armed men everywhere and they all look at Yuuri with enough curiosity that Yuuri thinks it'd be better to just die then and there, without having to go through all of this. Maybe he could talk one of them, the guys sharpening their swords by the fire, to just chop his head off real quick and then he'd be gone.

Before he can follow through on that thought, he's pulled towards a tent woven of – Yuuri will bet his left foot and a good chunk of left arm – real golden thread. The flap is drawn for them and he's unceremoniously pushed inside. He stumbles on the golden carpet that stretches across the entire expanse of the tent and he catches himself on all fours, almost eye to eye with the tick threading of the blasted thing.

When he slowly lifts his head, everything he sees is gold. The chaise, the desk, the table with its golden plating, the water jug, the goblets, everything. It's all too much. Too, too much. Yuuri has never seen more gold in his entire life and he's willing to bet he never will again, either.

His nervousness was tittering towards panic before, but now it slides over the edge, smooth and golden, when his eyes fall on the majestic, throne-like chair that is also golden and currently occupied by Victor Nikiforov, who is wearing a golden tunic draped over one of his shoulders. It barely covers his private parts as it cascades down almost to the floor while his long legs are on full display slung over the arm of his throne, much like a king would sprawl in his own kingdom.

That, in itself, would've been a view... something Yuuri could've only dreamed of... but once he takes in the sight, he really can't focus on anything other than Lord Nikiforov's hair.

Because it's silver.

It's silver.

He's bathed in gold and his hair is silver.

Yuuri snorts before he can help it and immediately scandalized slaps a hand over his mouth. Victor Nikiforov's hair is silver, but his eyes are blue. So blue, in fact, that when they look into Yuuri's, Yuuri feels like they have frozen him with as little trouble as it takes Lord Nikiforov to turn things into gold.

"I hear you've been sneaking around our camp," Lord Nikiforov says. Yuuri shakes his head vehemently, hand still pressed against his mouth. "What were you doing there?"

"I was just hunting for supper," Yuuri mumbles through his hand. "I'd no idea you were here." And then, because he apparently has forgotten all manners, he adds quickly: "M'lord."

Victor Nikiforov gives him a once over and fluidly stands up. Yuuri is eyelevel with his thick thighs for just a moment and watches, fascinated, as the muscles shift to hold up the added weight. He realizes what he's doing the moment the golden fabric of the tunic slides into his view and Yuuri turns his gaze quickly. A mortified blush makes his cheeks sting.

Oh gods, he thinks while Lord Nikiforov walks up to him, this is how I die.

Bare feet come to a stop right before him, but Yuuri doesn't dare look up. Lord Nikiforov does have some very shapely ankles, though. Yuuri takes note of it, desperately focused on everything but the fact that one touch from the man could turn him into a golden statue forever.

"Drop that hand from your mouth, I can't hear a word you say," Lord Nikiforov orders and Yuuri drops his hand like burned, clenching it tight into a fist in his lap. "Better. Now, tell me again, what were you doing in the forest?"

"Hunting," Yuuri replies quickly.

"Hunting?" Victor Nikiforov replies in a voice that speaks clearly of how strange the concept must be to him. "What for?"

"For supper, m'lord," Yuuri adds. "Rabbit, or wild geese, maybe. They're in season."

Lord Nikiforov gives a hum and Yuuri twitches, startled. It sounded... really nice.

He's fairly sure the tips of his ears must be burning with how hard he's blushing now, but it seems that it is of little bother to Lord Nikiforov. The man crouches down into Yuuri's line of sight and Yuuri gets an eyeful between his thighs when they part before him. He quickly snaps his gaze up, burning, but it's only to have his chin caught by Victor Nikiforov's hand and guided up, up, until their eyes meet.

"I hear that we are having rabbit stew today," Lord Nikiforov says slowly. "How about you sup with me, little hunter? Let's build some trust between us."

His eyes are blue, sparkling, and his lips are stretched in a smile that looks both hungry and delighted, yet Yuuri knows it's definitely not at the prospect of food. It's difficult to swallow, but Yuuri does so when his mouth waters. For what, he can’t tell.

"I don't... um..."

"Come now," Victor Nikiforov leans closer and his warm breath ghosts over Yuuri's face just as his thumb moves to press against Yuuri's bottom lip. "Will you join me for dinner... or will you become dinner? Which one will you pick, mm?"

The flap of the tent lifts then and Lord Nikiforov withdraws, but his gaze remains locked on Yuuri. Heat is crawling under Yuuri's skin, in his very veins, and his heart skips around like a rabbit during a hard chase. Unlike a rabbit, though, Yuuri does not plan to be anyone's prey.

He stands up while the servants place the supper on the table. They are left in the tent alone again shortly after and Yuuri spots a goblet filled with wine, which he takes in a slightly trembling hand. He downs the drink and only then turns to Lord Nikiforov.

He licks his lips of the sweet plum aftertaste, aware of how blue eyes follow the move.

"Shall we?" he asks.