#pencilwalla

Source: Not With a Whimper, But--

Hoo, boy, where to even start with my apocalypse child? This passage was one of the first things I thought of, and it remained in the fic throughout a few really big draft changes, because it’s such a gorgeous and heartstopping moment of what if. As a person with anxiety, I am perpetually haunted by the idea that the one time I stop being vigilant about a thing will be the one time when the crisis actually strikes. Yuuri doesn’t go quite that far; they take off their gloves, because in this universe it would have been ingrained into them to check (in an early draft I actually mentioned that it was something they would have learned in sex ed, basically akin to condoms). But, of course, the one time he thinks it won’t happen is the one time it totally does.

The pacing and buildup of this scene was crucial. That transformation moment, the point when it all goes sideways, it’s never an instantaneous realization; there’s always that part when your brain tries to fit the new and baffling information into the paradigm it already knows, often incorrectly. People hear gunshots and think a car must be backfiring, stuff like that. The motif of this is the way the world ends runs through this piece, but the interrupted versions are just as important as the full renditions, and the “this is the way--” was settled on very early, and I honestly can’t tell you exactly why I cut it off right there, except that the cadence and rhythm worked so well. Yuuri is someone who I imagine would react to this situation with preternatural calm; when you spend all your time ready for crisis mode, you end up very ready to deal when it actually descends. I loved this idea of oh. Not oh no, not oh god, just....oh.

*pushes up glasses after falling into a google pit about octopi and squids* um;;; only squids have tentacles, octopi have arms. #CephalopodDiscourse

also octopi are cute but squids sort of look like sea demons #CephalopodDiscourse

now for some fic bc i can’t deny writing this:

Viktor had been alone before he met Yuuri. His mother haddisappeared shortly after he left, which was normal for his species. What wasn’t normal was the loneliness thatViktor felt, drifting across the sea floor completely alone, hunting and thendisappearing back into his den for the night, and for another day of the samething.

Maybe it wasn’t normal for his species, but when he’d seenthe injured squid drift down to the ocean floor, near Viktor, he hadimmediately jumped to action, introducing himself and bringing Yuuri in withhim. It was a learning curve, of course, getting to live with a squid. His bodywas much firmer than Viktor’s which meant that his den was much too small forboth of them, and he had to find somewhere else to stay when he was with Yuuri.But there were so many perks.

It was, after all, easy to fall in love with Yuuri Katsuki.Viktor was pretty sure that he’d fallen in love before Yuuri was even awake,watching the squid sleep soundly, the pained look on his face decreasing by thesecond as Viktor worked to make sure he was as comfortable as he could be. Hisface was tinged with a pained blue blush, which adorably matched his eight deepblue arms which laid motionless around him as he slept. His tentacles weredifferent, a darker purple color, almost red near the bottom of them. His hairwas long and tangled around his head, fluttering slightly with his blue fins inthe water.

He was the most beautiful thing that Viktor had ever seen.

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Yuuri---

Headcanon A:  realistic

Yuuri is in some slight denial but Victor was his sexual awakening in addition to his skating aspiration.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Yuuri is incredibly afraid of bees.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

The reason why Vicchan’s passing shook Yuuri up so badly is not that he died, but that he believes Vicchan died thinking Yuuri no longer loved him since he had been gone for so long and wasn’t there at the end.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Yuuri doesn’t actually have a real issue with binge eating except with extreme cases like his first GPF plus Vicchan’s death --- his relationship with food is actually not that bad, he’s just aware if he’s not careful he can get out of skating weight. While he doesn’t constantly consume junk, he understands it’s better to not fight cravings completely so he’ll do things like buy a really good chocolate bar and savor it a piece at a time for those kind of days, etc.

Victor---

Headcanon A:  realistic

The reason for Victor’s haircut was he thought when his face finished filling out the long hair made him look less androgynous and more like a guitarist from a Whitesnake cover band who never learned the 80s ended.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

The reason he loves poodles is because of Georgette from Oliver and Company. She’s lavender AND Bette Midler so like...sold.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Victor dated a little and maybe had sex on a few occasions before Yuuri, but he always said skating mattered more and things would fizzle. Then when he was at his third consecutive GPF win, he realized he was going home to an empty apartment every time and what a mistake prioritizing his career and nothing else was. By then he felt he was in too deep to try to course correct.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

i'm not saying i would also pay gold bars for maggie to write this but actually...i am

MOOD. SAY WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID. The truth will set u free

The pencil in Yuuri hand crumples into splinters, and he looks at it aghast for a moment. 

“Isn’t that the fourth writing tool you’ve broken in the last twenty minutes?” the detention monitor Takeshi asks. “Come on, Yuuri, chill with the super strength a bit and write Victor that love letter so we can not worry about you shattering someone’s hand because you got flustered again.” 

Yuuri wants to weep a little a the punishment he’s been assigned. Write a love letter to his crush of too many years to count, Victor? Top hero of their agency, top of the hero popularity polls? “This punishment is sadistic and you know it,” he grouses. 

“I think you losing control of your super strength whenever Victor flirts with you is an even worse situation,” Takeshi shoots back.

“But write a love letter?”

“Whatever gets results. Don’t forget to send all the other love letters you wrote for the past few years.”

“How do you know about those- wait, what do you mean I HAVE TO SEND IT!?”

he’s one of Those People with no bad angles. Sneezing? Blinking? 3 am bedhead? Hungover? Still looks fine as hell. And because he never has bad pictures, he assumes no one else does, either, and Yuuri is consistently trying to convince him “That picture of me is ugly, Viktor!” “No! It’s beautiful! I’m posting it!” “Oh my god.” He probably takes great shots of himself but only okay ones with other people in them.

see this is great, though i actually have the opposite idea: i feel like viktor’s very good at being in pictures but has no idea how to take selfies. he’s never had to take selfies. his instagram is quite private, quite professional: hd camera shots, practice videos, pictures with fans. people want to take pictures of viktor, to take pictures with viktor; he’s never had anyone he wanted to take pictures with while he was holding the camera. he’s a model.

YES he sees yuuri as Beautiful, All the Time, and yuuri is constantly overwhelmed by being found BEAUTIFUL ALL THE TIME by the beautiful viktor nikiforov. viktor has very little vanity or discernment re: physical appearances, everyone else looks the same to him all the time, they look fine in all pictures, what’s a bad picture? don’t know her

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he’s a monster

hungover bedhead viktor!! sleepy just-woke-up viktor? sweaty post-rink viktor?? viktor tripping over a garbage can drunk?? all gorgeous. absolutely appalling. a rl friend said viktor was made for the phrase ‘pleasantly debauched’ and i am outraged by the accuracy of that statement

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unfairly photogenic but also so practiced at presenting cameras with his best angles that it happens without conscious effort. yuuri comments on it and victor thinks about it and remembers that isn’t actually a universal life lesson everyone goes through just after puberty