[ ♛ ] send me a url and i'll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: VIIIIKKKKKTOOOOORRRR. HE’S THE GAYEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL THING ON THIS PLANET. HIS HAIR IS LONG AND SMOOV AND LUXURIOUS AND I WOULD 10/10 USE IT TO MAKE A SWEATER, AND IT WOULD FEEL LIKE SILK. SILK SWEATER. AND HIS FACE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SWEET AND GENTLE AND I WOULD PUT MY FACE. ALL OVER HIS FACE. how they play them: ADHNGJISFGDS?????????????? THE FUCKING BEST?!?!??!?!????the mun: YODELS FOR FUCKING YEARS

do i;

follow them: FUCK YEAHrp with them:  FUCK YEAHwant to rp with them: FUCK YEAHship their character with mine: DUDE????? FUCK YEAH

what is my;

overall opinion: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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My muse reacts to yours… (always accepting) || @frozichor​

►: Unzipping Unbuttoning their clothes free and kissing their neck

It wasn’t as if Yuuri didn’t enjoy attending the banquet,nor was it that he wasn’t happy for Viktor celebratinghis first medal…but admittedly, these events did wear the skater down, and he was just glad to finally be within the peace of his own home. 

Heaving a sigh as he stepped into his room, Yuuri reached to loosen the tie around his neck that seemed to have been stifling him for the later half of the night. What he hadn’t expected, however, was another pair of arms that wrapped themselves around him from behind, pulling theirbodies flushed against each other. Deft fingers worked torelease Yuuri from his tie, the soft fabric gently slipping fromhis being and quietly meeting with the floor.

Strong hands assigned themselves a new task as they worked to unbutton the dress shirt, the expanse of skin becomingmore exposed with each button that came undone. Warm lipsbegan to press upon his bared neck, the contrast with the cool air sending chills down Yuuri’s spine, a sharp inhale the onlyresponse he could muster when his thoughts were so riddledwith confusion.

   “V-Viktor?”