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[seventhstar]

so. victuuri. historical/coffee shop au. go.

this is RUDE meg

But: historically coffee shops were where men gathered and women weren’t allowed and honestly that seems gay to me. Imagine a coffee shop for historic gay dudes. Yuuri is sitting in the corner hiding behind a newspaper. Little does he know that no newspaper can hide him from Viktor’s THIRST.

[yoiflowergrams]

💐 flower delivery for @phoenixrei! 💐

phoenixrei is a reallyreally sweet person, and her ace!yuuri fics make me cry they're so good

- anon

[sinkingorswimming]

The last of them thus far, a moodboard requsted by @phoenixrei for @pencilwalla‘s Project Runway AU, born to make it work. Thank you so much for your donation!

“For this challenge, you’ll be designing a figure skating costume for one of these incredible figure skaters. Remember, not only do you have to design something that fits the skater’s music and theme, but you have to make sure you don’t lose your own unique point of view. The winner of this challenge will have their design worn during this year’s Fashion On Ice event.” Anya snaps her fingers, and a staffer tosses her the dreaded buttonbag. “And now, you know what’s coming! Time for each of you to be assigned a skater.”

Go go check it out! It’s complete! Also: assless. chaps.

[rageofthenerd]

Oooh, which one of them do you think is the better cook? Or do they cook together? FOOD HEADCANONS PLS *chinhands*

In my foodie brain this translated into Victuuri Chopped featuring Yurio bc the podium fam is competitive af and I’m a weirdo…..

“You only have two minutes left,” Yurio snaps from hisvantage point at the kitchen table.  Heholds a knife in his fist like a scepter, leaning back with his feet propped upon a chair.  He resembles a king decidingwhether or not to sentence his servants to the guillotine.  “I’m not eating it if it’s raw, Victor, somove your ass.”

Victor darts across the kitchen to his side of the stove andcranks the burner to high.  Hefrantically flips his beef with a spatula, cursing himself for spending so muchtime carving decorative flowers out of beets. Still, he’ll be damned if he–Victor freaking Nikiforov–loses pointsfor presentation.

“Behind you,” Yuuri warns. He presses up against Victor’s back as he passes, hands slipping alittle too low on Victor’s pelvis.  Victorshudders violently and almost knocks the skillet off the stove.

“No cheating, pig!  Isaw that!”

Yuuri doesn’t respond, though Victor catches him smirking inhis periphery.  

If Victor thought Yuuriwould pull his punches now that they’re married he was gravely mistaken.  Yuuri attacks their little cooking challengelike it’s the World Championship all over again.  Victor’s not easily intimidated, buthe’s never been so distracted during a competition of skill.  He can’t stop staring at the way Yuuri looksin his apron; the tie falling low over his pert rear, his hair pushed back and mouthset in a confident, determined line.  

Yuuri he glances over from where he’s assembling hisplates.  Their eyes meet.  Something heated passes between them thatmakes Victor’s knees weak.  

Then Yuuri murmurs seductively, “Your beef is burning.”

“Shit!”

Somehow, Victor manages to finish his dish in time.  He bends over, bracing his hands on his kneesto catch his breath.  He has newappreciation for the chefs on TV.

“I don’t even need to taste this to know you lost,” Yuriosays, glaring down at Victor’s messy plate. Victor can’t disagree.  Comparedto his tragic beef stroganoff Yuuri’s stir fry is dazzling.  The meat is perfectly cooked, balanced withthe sauce and vegetables.  It smellsheavenly.

“Yeah,” Victor sighs.  He steals a piece ofbroccoli off Yuuri’s plate as Yuuri sidlesup to him.

“The flowers you made are cool, though,” he says intoVictor’s ear.  Victor smiles, eyes softand fond for his husband.  He tucks hisfingers into Yuuri’s back pocket.

“I guess this means you win.”

“No shit, he won,” Yurio says.  “Why did you even suggest this dumb competition?”

Victor shrugs.  “Iwanted to see what Yuuri would do if I said I was a better cook than him.”

“He kicked your ass.”

“Yes,” Victor says, fond. “He did.”

Later that night, after Yurio’s been walked home, Victorclimbs into bed next to Yuuri.  Yuuridoesn’t look up from his 3DS, even when Victor wraps around him and nuzzles intothe side of his neck.

“You never mentioned what I’d get for winning,” Yuuri sayscasually, still tapping away at the controls.

“The thrill of victory wasn’t enough?”  Yuuri doesn’t respond.  “What do you want?”

Snapping his 3DS shut, Yuuri sets it aside and lets Victorpull him close.  Victor thrills at theunexpected desire in Yuuri’s eyes.  He bites his lip, waitingpatiently for whatever lurid sexual favor Yuuri requests.  He’ll eagerly do just about anything.

“I want you to do the dishes for two weeks.”

Victor deflates.

“I suppose I deserve that.”

[yoyoplisetsky]

Mozzarella (sticks)

send me a word and i’ll write a/some headcanon(s)

food is yuuri’s guilty pleasure, like, as a whole, which i think we’re all aware of but viktor did not realize the extent that he depended on it sometimes like,,,

in america? yuuri and phichit had a Supply of mozzarella sticks. if yuuri had a particularly bad day, he’d go into the freezer, pull out that box, and make a bunch, enough to share with phichit, and they’d sit on the couch eating mozzarella sticks and watching bad tv until/if yuuri wanted to talk about it.

(sometimes, it just ended with them going to bed, but that was okay)

one night after moving in with viktor, though, yuuri was having a Really Bad night and just sort of broke down so viktor was like ??? shit and made yuuri some tea and grabbed some cookies or smth and plopped them down on the couch but yuuri just ??? cried??? and viktor panicked and was like “pls tell me how to help you?”

and yuuri all sad and miserable and feeling embarrassed was like “i just want mozzarella sticks” and viktor ??? bc where do you get mozzarella sticks at 3 am in russia

well it turns out it’s much harder than it was in america and viktor did the best he could but it just,,, wasn’t enough

anyway long story short viktor, the extra and best husband he is, ordered like,,, an industrial size box of mozzarella sticks and now they always have him and even if yuuri is embarrassed that some of his breakdowns just,,, require that comfort food, it’s very sweet viktor loves him enough to do that

[kat2kool]

@phoenixrei is a good friend

[kirkwallgirlesque]

Random Nat fact! She likes to sing during battle when she jumps in, knives flashing as she slits her enemies' throats. She mostly does it because she knows how offputting it is, but she also just really likes singing. :)

Haha aaaaaa I LOVE NAT SO MUCH jhsadjkhaksjhdkjashkjdh. What a perfect disaster. <3 And that IS unsettling. She’s like a battle bard and it’s all kinds of amazing. :DDD (also impressive because wow breath control)

Hmmm well we know that Jay can’t really sing. xD But I can and want to talk about his fighting! I tend to think he often looks like he has this sort of grim smile on his face but it’s just his concentrated face - and maybe a little bit sometimes it also comes from just the satisfaction of what using magic feels like. Like he can feel horrible about what he’s using the magic for and hate that he has to, but at the same time there’s this satisfying certainty there? idk how to explain it. *shrug* But he fights grounded, both feet planted on the ground, balanced, and his magic isn’t quick and refined and trained like a Circle Mage’s magic would be, but it’s strong, and it can be unpredictable because nobody’s told him he can’t do things this or that way (I think Malcolm encouraged thinking outside the box a little bit as long as it was safe...ish).

(plus sometimes it’s just really satisfying to successfully knock Templars back or smash demons, knowing what they’d do to YOU if they had the chance. So maybe the smile isn’t always just a concentration thing. xD There’s a little bit of vindication and zero regrets there sometimes pffff.)

[dozmuffinxc]

I might have made a “Yuri!!!! on Ice” cake… Happy birthday, @phoenixrei!