#viktor01

[juumonshield]

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 Exercise equipment for spring. having been in the city since last winter, he needed a new wardrobe and with all the money he had saved up, it was something that he had the cash for. 

 “Too pricy...to flashy...” shoes were a first since he needed a new pair after nearly destroying his old ones. 

The giant super store of equipment had too many options though, should he get the water proof one or....

[fckeliot]

@viktor-valentina

he’d already spent the majority of the day learning how to turn into a wolf and back, he didn’t know how long these powers would stay and he wanted to use them until he couldn’t anymore. they were a gift, while perhaps also a curse. eli felt he’d mastered it by now, being able to turn without screaming as good as he figured it would get of day one. by now he’d scoped the area, knew to stay away from other wolves unless he met them in human form first as it was impossible to know if they were accepting or not. who even was the alpha anymore? not that he really cared, he wasn’t fighting in the war anyway. but who was?

eli was in his wolf form, rolling around in the flowers until he smelled another person nearby. wanting to keep his identity hidden, he walked over looking at the other curiously before he turned back into his human self and stood. ‘your majesty, i didn’t think you’d be out here,’ he bowed respectfully before standing again. ‘are you alright? did the curse affect you as well?’ whilst it might’ve been rude to ask, he had to know if he could be of any assistance in the manner. besides in the mess of it all, he hoped the other wouldn’t care as much. 

[nerdonice-blog]

forgotten once or twice

@dorkonice

Were it not for Yurio, Yuuri doesn’t know how he would survive Fuckoville. The boy has been surprisingly nice; Yuuri would think the teen was pitying him were he not so assured that Yuri Plisetsky does not pity people. More importantly, Yurio had dragged him to an ice rink and reminded him why he skates. 

Whenever it feels like too much now, he throws his skates in a bag and slings it over his shoulder for the trek to the outdoor rink. Despite the rink’s deficiencies, he’s come to cling to that sliver of ice as a lifeline. Sometimes, the locals will stop and watch him and Yurio, seemingly amazed. They haven’t seen professional figure skaters before, so that makes even someone with Yuuri’s skills seem special. 

The cold stings his cheeks as he jogs through the network of side streets to the rink. He doesn’t generally pay attention to the strange architecture of the city. When he first came here, he had been in too much of a panic, and now, he still can’t be bothered to care. It would be strange, he thinks, to bother with the scenery in a place like this.

That doesn’t mean he’s completely oblivious. When he sees a flash of silver hair, his heart skips, and he holds his breath. It couldn’t be... But then, Yurio is here...  

Phone in hand, a tall, slender figure poses with his poodle, smile stretched across his face. Yuuri freezes. He stares at Viktor Nikiforov with much the same expression he wore when the man appeared naked to announce that he would be his new coach. In that moment, he wonders if he should simply run away; he doesn’t know what to say to the man.

He still can barely stand to be close to Viktor. Viktor makes him nervous. And now, seeing him forced into such a world makes Yuuri feel selfish for having longed for his coach’s presence. Well, I didn’t exactly know if he’d continue being my coach or not...

Running for now sounds like a very good idea, but then Viktor’s eyes are fixed upon him, and he decides that would be rude. Heart in his throat, he manages to stutter, “V-Viktor!”

[vrisdaserket-blog]

wow look at these assholes

@dorkonice

You’re just walking along like you do, trying to find something interesting that’s happening. Honestly, the only rumor you’ve heard lately is that there are humans ice skating and doing tricks or whatever, and while that may impress some people, you’re not one of those people. For one thing, you have standards. Who cares if someone can jump around on a frozen pond to sappy piano music?

You wish that there were some areas of the town set on fire or fighting or FLARP campaigns or something like that. See, THAT sort of entertainment is interesting. Okay, so maybe two of the items of that list aren’t exactly intended for entertainment, but does that really matter?

So, that’s the kind of mood you’re in when you go for a nice walk and see some douchebag taking selfies. He has pretty hair and seems to know it, but your hair is obviously nicer. Has this guy seen your hair flips? If you’re being honest there’s just something about his face that makes you want to punch him.

VRISKA: Hey, loser! Stop waving that camera around like a douche8ag!

You wonder if you should have just gone in for a punch since that would’ve made you feel the best, but yelling feels nice enough. It works.