shall we skate?

For A Myriad of Possibilities by @blackidyll. Text directly from chapter 8 7 but the scene itself is from chapter 3.

[ID: in the format of an instagram post, is a photo of Yuuri submitted through Viktor's account. Yuuri is dressed in his brown coat and blue scarf. He looks slightly bewildered at the person taking the photo. Behind him, out of focus, are two large, framed posters: Yuuri in a Japan national team jacket, leaping with one hand outstretched. The same posters but in smaller size, hang from a rope, like a decorative pennant.]

For the 10th anniversary of the amazing series Yuri on Ice, we've decided to try something a little special; over the course of the year we will come together in a Bang event worthy of our History Makers. But first we need to see if there would be enough interest in such an undertaking. Please fill out the form below and let us know!

I’ll post this cutie patootie as a first post

The days between Christmas and New Year are always a pain in the ass but I managed to squeeze in some time to draw this, happy belated birthday to this precious boy 💜

I've been really enjoying using sketches as lineart and I think I'm getting quite good at it, I think I finally hit that middle spot between messy sketch and clean line that's so pleasing to look at (also it saves a lot of time lol). His outfit is one he wears in an official illustration (though he's an adult there), special thanks to @yoi-scans because I found it there. Go give this blog a follow if you want good quality scans of all YOI official art! (Can you tell I didn't feel like drawing hands today? 🤪).

(Please don’t comment things like “I miss them”, “Fuck Mappa”, etc).

Also, consider this piece some sort of redraw/remake of this sketch from last year, which I started to hate pretty much right after I posted it lmfao 👇

Summary: When Yuuri looked down at the phone he’d rescued from the bedside table—the model practically prehistoric and enclosed in a scratched poodle covered case he hadn’t seen since the expletive-filled aftermath of Yuri Plisetsky phone-throwing incident #6—and added the bright “...2015” blaring at him from the screen to the cramped lonely single bed he woke up in and the mosaic of Victor—oh god, Victor—posters on the dirty walls, he barrelled headfirst straight through confusion, careened through every possible stage of panic like a champion sprinter in the anxiety Olympics, and landed in that uncanny state of calm that can only prelude a record shattering skate or life shattering recklessness. Considering that his life had apparently already been shattered—because somehow it was 2015 again and he’s in his old apartment in Detroit and Victor isn’t here why isn’t he here oh my god what if he doesn’t remember me—he was hoping for the former. Yuuri wakes up five years in the past, before the Grand Prix series that led him to Sochi--and to Victor. Fortunately, he's not the only one. Hold on to your plushies, skate fans, because this season's about to get interesting.

Victor