#cocopines

GUESS WHAT I GOOOOT. My commission from @cocopines came in the mail recently and I couldn't be more obsessed! Seriously, it's been hours since they shipped and I'm still going on and on about them in chats.

I can't recommend Coco enough for commission needs. Super kind, super communicative, and constantly keeping in touch to ensure everything goes smoothly.

Two assassins in my home. One, a complete failure at everything he does and the other highly efficient to the point of receiving notoriety. What could go wrong?

Please look at the two 10cm dolls @chiinoiserie and I ordered from @cocopines (twitter || instagram) !!!

Chii designed the dolls, but they're basically based on us, just with quite a bit of creative liberties taken ><

Please look at how cute they are !! With little paws, a cat/bunny chest embroidery and even a small keychain so that we can carry them around easier !! Coco also nicely helped us adjust the design so that they're more suitable to be made into dolls~

And plus, her turnaround time is also super fast !! Especially because she was also working on another 20cm Sakura order I made. I basically handed her the designs and made payment on 7/8 April, and the dolls were completed by 3 May, which is insanely fast, especially since Chii and I were rather slow in responding to her during the later weeks of April. (IRL life does suck)

We'll also like to thank Hythlodaeus for having a 10cm doll done because we used that as reference for the dead mum's hairstyle since neither me nor Coco could think of how to do it at first, and it came out so well too.

Please consider commissioning Coco for your doll needs!!! Her work has been incredible, and I'm so happy to have the honour of being her first client! I also comm'd her for a 20cm Sakura doll.

Victor breathes, sea salt on his tongue, sand under his feet. 

He blinks away the spray of the ocean from his eyes and sways, taking Yuuri gently along with him. He feels Yuuri stiffen, like he doesn’t have time for this, but Victor smiles and Yuuri melts instantaneously. He places one hand on Yuuri’s waist while the other tries to find the fingers he’s grown to know the fit of against his own.

“There’s no music, dummy.” Yuuri mutters against his neck, his breath a steady and soft pulse against Victor’s skin. Victor can feel the restlessness and anxiety ripple through Yuuri’s chest.

“It doesn’t matter.” Victor murmurs, gently setting his head sideways, gray and black hair splayed together. “I’m going to tell you something.”

Their bare feet score lines onto the sand when Victor says, “Before you, it was hard to breathe.”

The wind sweeps, beating their clothes against their backs.

“I clawed gills into my neck and swallowed sea water to survive.”

“I drowned but not drowned, I lived but not lived. All I can see was sea foam and rising air--and oh, I thought to myself, how I longed to see the sun.”

They sway, and sway, and sway.

“And then you, like a whisper from the divine, broke through the surface and pulled me out.”

“You felt like the heat of a humble fire in the strongest of all winters. You smelled like the earth after being blessed by the rain. You looked like first ray of sunshine breaking through the horizon after a thousand years of darkness.”

“And finally, I think I can breathe again.”

Victor’s fingers lift from Yuuri’s waist, travels north, and cradles his head in his palm. 

“ I want you to know how much I am saved by you. I am saved by you in the past, the present, and the future.”

“And in times you think you are worth nothing, please remember that my being here is because of your being you.”

Yuuri breathes heavily, and Victor knows he’s crying against his shirt and he only pats Yuuri’s head in response. 

“Just, don’t look at me right now,” Yuuri sniffs, “I’ll be fine.”

shysweetthing: This puts you in the top 50% of adults because you're actually saving.

serpensthesia: I mean, listen, man... priorities. YOI is an immediate need... debt will always be there, so it can wait.

kixboxer: Important Yuri!!! On Ice questions: which one's the avocado and which one's the toast.

cocopines: im praying the movie comes out around the time im planning for my japan holiday trip. IF IT IS, LET'S MEET UP

cutthroatpixie: you could eat avocado toast while watching the yuri on ice movie in japan

cafecliche: oh god that's a good point. time to start saving.

Yuuri is a cardiovascular nurse works in a high turnover, high intensity cardiac surgery/cardiology unit. He works a full time job, 12 hour day/night, 4-5 patients under his wing with every shift, juggles usual day-to-day tasks with stable patients and acute status changes with unstable ones. To say that his job doesn’t help his anxiety is an understatement. It largely exacerbates it. His sweeter, lovelier chronic patients refer to him as Mr. Shaky Hands. His IV pokes can be classified under the higher ends of the Richter Scale. He can also speed walk between rooms like a marathon champ. He’s been pulled aside many a times by a concerned co-worker or clinical educator in hopes of lending a helping hand, or just asking if he’s okay. His shaky ‘yes’ doesn’t convince anybody, but he has five different patients and just about 50 different things to do all at the same time. Patient 3 wants pain medication and patient 4 thinks Yuuri exists to constantly serve his every whim. He really doesn’t have time to say anything other than yes. 

Phichit, the ward clerk, makes it a point to ‘sweet’ on him every time he speeds past the main desk (’Take it easy sweetheart!’ he would call while stamping blood work forms, and Yuuri would sigh stressfully, ‘Maybe when the resident finally orders me that metoprolol I’ve been needing five years ago’). Yuuri frequently takes his lunch break with Phichit, and nothing eases the tension from his shoulders than giggling at the many hamster videos Phichit has on his phone. (’Why do you always put your hamsters on your head and shoulders, Phichit?’ ‘Yuuri, that’s--that’s their true purpose. That’s their calling in life.’)

Victor is a cardiac ICU doc from upstairs. He is A+ in everybody’s books; the patients adore the ever loving hell out of him, old dementia patients save their sweetest smiles for ‘Doctor Vitya’, and most importantly, the nurses think he’s easy to work with (last point being the most important point--happy nurses, happy ward as they say). He tends to charm the stethoscopes off most people (with the exception of Dr. Yakov, cardiac surgeon extraordinaire, tends to grump away even the heartiest of Victor’s smiles). When code blues are called downstairs he is the first one in, and somehow maintains a calm that even the most anxious patient siphon like atavan. He likes talking to staff. He also likes bringing boxes of dessert to night staff both in the cardiac ICU and ward floors (’Doctor Nice-forov this is a cardiac unit,’ the nurses would chastise jokingly, ‘You should know what these things do to your coronaries.’ Victor would always smile cheekily in response, ‘Well if you don’t want them--’ ‘LEAVE IT.’). He and Mila, another ward nurse from the floor, talk in rapid fire Russian with each other. Many watch in silent awe.

The first time Yuuri and Victor meet is more of a fleeting glance than an actual introduction. Room 51 bed 2 blares V-tach on the cardiac monitors and it sends Yuuri careening into the room trying to wake the patient up and checking for a pulse. He digs the heels of his palms and starts CPR until the ICU team takes the lead. Yuuri turns away when he accidentally rams against somebody--he thinks he sees silver hair? But there is a soft hand on his back and a quick whisper of ‘pardon me’ for sure. He would’ve liked to probe further, but somebody from the code blue team orders a shot of amiodarone STAT and Yuuri’s the nearest one to the code cart. Okay Mr. Shaky Hands, just, fucking breathe, he tells himself, hands already failing to keep steady, just BREATHE--

Somebody ends up snatching the syringe from his hands with a gruff order for him to move aside, jesus, and Yuuri stumbles to the sidelines, shattered. (The patient ended up almost dying. Yuuri uses his lunch break to cry in the bathroom. Victor listens to the sobbing from where he was leaning on the wall by the bathroom door.)

Yuuri steps out of the bathroom, trying to look as normal as possible, when he sees his stethoscope he somehow lost in the shuffle, slung on the bathroom doorknob, a post it on stuck on the bell. He smiles small and pockets the note. (You did great. You were first there and you knew what to do. Those hands may shake, but they saved a life today. Don’t ever forget that. - V.)

 When Victor comes back from his own lunch break and into his charting station, there’s a similarly colored post it stuck on his monitor. (Thank you. I needed that. P.S. Normal people don’t stand in bathroom stalls listening to other people do their business. - Y.) Victor feels his mouth grow into an amused grin. Mr. Shaky Hands has a bit of an attitude. Victor realizes he has been full on smiling ear to ear without even noticing it. (I’m done for.)

One night shift the ward phone line receives a call from the ICU, and Yuuri, being the one nearest to the desk, answers the phone with dread in his chest (Holy shit why are they calling what do they NEED) and hears a cheery voice he can’t mistake for somebody else’s. (’Hi!’ ‘..Hi..?’ ‘How’re you doing Yuuri?’ ‘I’m.. trying to survive this shift?’ ‘Lovely! Me too!’  ‘.. It’s too middle of the night-y for this kind of energy, Dr. Nikiforov..’ ‘Just Victor, please.’ ‘Okay, but only if you take it down a notch please.’ ‘Please..?’ ‘Please, Victor.’ happy giggle ‘I would love it if you joined me for breakfast tomorrow, please, Yuuri.’ ‘Uh, I’m not at my best during early mornings.’ ‘Then how about dinner?’ ‘Dinner?’ ‘Yes, dinner. Please?’) Yuuri dunks his face against his open palm, wheels in his head turning and turning and turning and turning--”JUST SAY YES” Mila shouts from the other phone, rolling her eyes and mumbling in Russian under her breath. 

(’Okay.’)