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Yuuri’s mind wandered elsewhere as he launched into a triple loop; clean, and again; a wobble, and again; clean. He knew his axel was excellent. It was the one jump he was always confident in, even when he was at his lowest, even when he felt more like a human zamboni than an elite level figure skater.

He also knew, even if he tended to downplay it, that his progress in the past year had been outstanding, especially for a skater of his age. He’d finally mastered the quad salchow, had a consistent quad flip, and he was getting better on the quad lutz each day. Just a year before, the only quadruple jump he could land with any regularity was the toe loop. He’d improved his skating in every aspect; his jumps, his transitions, his footwork, his spins, and even his stamina.

Yuuri knew he could go further. He gained speed via crossovers, and at the last moment, switched to a front outside edge instead of the back outside edge of the loop. He was airborne, and he rotated; one, two, three, one half-- he flew, and something flickered inside Yuuri; a flame of an idea. How much higher would he need to go? How much stronger would he need to be? To get in one more rotation, to make history in a way that no one else had before. He landed on his opposite outside edge, and for a moment, the mere thought of doing that, of just the idea of accomplishing that, made him feel invincible.

He had done so much already, and he would do so much more.

Victor’s blue eyes were blown wide when he looked his way again, and his mouth had dropped open. “Yuuri, that was the best axel I’ve ever seen from you.”

Yuuri just nodded. “I know.”

measures by heartbeats 

an OtaYuri university!AU inspired by Your Lie In April, written for the @bigbangonice 2018 // featuring art by the wonderful @laroone ❤︎

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The performance ends as it began: Plisetsky draws out the last note, high and tremulous; withdraws his bow to his side. Gives a perfunctory bow. Exits the stage.

Leaves the hush of a dazed and astounded audience in his wake.

Leaves Otabek sitting there, breathless, and thinking: I want to play with this boy.

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It’s Big Bang on Ice! Here’s a Moulin Rouge au

I was tagged by @tehlastunicron to share the first part of my current WIP and because I have no self-control, have two paragraphs:

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Every couple has a history but few get their stories recorded in the history books. Fewer still get to write their own history. A very few special exceptions have the privilege of living on to keep the knowledge of history pure and actually teach their story to the younger generations. (Someone grew up with the wrong definition of privilege.) 

This is the story of how Yuri Plisetsky and Seung-gil Lee met. Their story is unusual and people can learn a lot about what not to do. This isn’t usually how it happens and when everything gets messed up, people suffer needlessly.

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I have sort of a vague idea of what I want his SP costume to look like (in my mind it’s sort of a very altered fusion between Adam’s first costume for Arrival of the Birds last season and Yuzu’s Final Time Traveler costume), so I’m not worried about it, but I’m lost on the FS and it is more important to the story. 

I want to put him in reds or burgundies and gold, and his music is The Great Gate of Kiev by Mussorgsky. This is absolutely projection, because it is my favorite classical music piece, but I also did want to choose something very sweeping, triumphant, and epic, and also something from a Russian composer (which is a deliberate choice by Yuuri). 

The problem is something that fits Yuuri as a character, despite it being out of the box for him. I think of an Eastern European aesthetic, and a lot of the things that come to mind are a bit too ‘heavy’ for him, if that makes sense?? It’s hard to explain. But I guess, imagine something like Nathan’s Prince Igor costume on him. The color scheme is perfect, and it’s a GREAT costume, but something like that feels like it would bog Yuuri down to me.