#yoi oc

I think outta all of them I’m leaning towards number two the most but it’s pretty close, I like all of them.

So last week I was scrolling through the Yuri Plisetsky tag (as one does on a school night) and I saw someone had made a birthday post for him last year. And I checked the date to find out what day his birthday was on (plus the wiki) and discovered it’s today!

So, of course, as a fellow Pisces and March baby, I knew I had to make him something! I’ve also been dying to draw my oc interacting with canon characters, so I decided to combine the two!

Behold! My daughter, Céline, and her moody friend, our dear Yuri. I’ll post more context about her in separate posts (I’m in a drawing mood!!!), but for the context of this piece, she threw him a party as a surprise and he was both annoyed and vaguely flattered. Yuri has a bit of a soft spot for her, hence why he tolerated the photo at all. He gets a little annoyed sometimes because she’s so much taller than him despite being around a year younger than he is, but that’s to be expected from this little Russian punk.

E(sther)  F(avsta)

New SI time, this time for Yuri on Ice!

[Picrew]

Mikael "Anna" Johansson is a 15 year old figure skater from Sweden. He consistently qualifies for the Junior GPF and then doesn't get better than 4th. Despite this and competing in different divisions (with him in the girls and her in the boys), Mikael has formed a strong friendship with Yuri Plisetsky, who I headcanon as a trans girl whos name is Katya. He's very stubborn, but can usually pretend to not be to get himself or others out of trouble. Not much of a talker, Mikael prefers to avoid most people, but feels at ease with the Russian skaters and other Swedish skaters. His strong suit in skating is the artistic aspect far more then anything technical. Mikael and Katya gave each other their names before either knew they were trans by messing around, and most think they're just messing around still when they call each other their names.

Also Mikael is Jewish, trans (he/sometimes she), and aroace

Illegal Moves By: @skyheaven1231

Another amazing commission!!

A moment from one of Yulia’s exhibition skates, coz she’s can do flips ‘n’ shit in those. Though, I’m very tempted to have her just do them in normal skates like  Surya Bonaly. But I think that’d make her stand-out in a way that even a certain Russian skater would notice her... and that’s not how her story goes.

So basically I found this really good one-shot I wrote surrounding Emily I wrote a while back and it also had some other characters I did my best to characterize so yeah. imma tag some folks who portray said characters and hopefully they don’t burn me at the stake for my shitty job XD @theviktornikiforov-rp​ @russianschildyurio @tsundere-yurio @coetus-a

((oh yeah it deals with Emily and Yurio having to try and work things out for their adorkable, sappy dads))

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There was something off about Emily’s cousin Yuuri today. She just couldn’t quite put her finger on it yet.

Maybe it was something about his demeanor or the way he warmed up or flubbed his practice jumps, but something felt wrong.

Skating over she gently nudged him, which caused him to look up a tad fearfully before it was quickly masked with surprise.

Emily pretended not to notice it for now; instead motioning him to sit down on the side next to her.

Once situated Emily placed a gentle hand on his shoulder which caused him to flinch slightly. Alarm bells began going off in her head. Something was definitely up. While her cousin was not entirely opposed to being touched, she never had this of a negative of a response before. And that scared her.

“What’s wrong Yuuri?” she asked softly in Japanese.

He looked up to meet her eyes; the dark bags under his eyes becoming more prominent as he did so.

“Nothing,” he replied just as quiet.

She raised an eyebrow skeptically before he sighed in resignation and began talking.

“Victor and I got into a fight last night..” That was enough for her to wince internally. Her cousin was terrible at interpreting things and Victor terrible at confronting/communicating. Put those two factors in mind, and it was pretty much got a recipe for disaster.

Emily gently squeezed his shoulder to encourage him to continue.

“It was a pretty bad one…..I don’t even really remember what started it or what it was about..” He admitted looking down once more.

“And?” She asked softly.

“Things were said on both sides….” Yuuri didn’t finish that thought, so Emily didn’t push.

“Why don’t you go talk things out?” she suggested a comforting smile on her face. “Victor will forgive you no matter what. He loves you.”

Yuuri shook his head fervently, pretty much shut down at that point. Emily sighed in slight exasperation. Scanning the rink she spotted Yurio and Victor talking as well on the other side of the rink. Well...more like Yurio doing most of it/pretty much flat-out yelling at him.

For a split second, they locked eyes and a silent understanding passed through the two of them.

Emily turned her attention back to the unresponsive Japanese skater.

“I’m going to go real quick ok? I’ll be back in a moment.” He nodded so Emily found her cue to stand up and skate across the ice to meet Yurio halfway.

“You get anything?” she asked quietly.

“Pah. That old man is being an overdramatic idiot as always and refuses to talk to Katsudon,” he said. What usually was a condescending tone per usual, Emily could detect a small hint of concern to it.

“We need to fix this,” she said a bit resigned. “Neither of them will be willing to communicate on their own. Yuuri’s too frayed and on edge..and I think Victor feels too guilt-ridden,”

Yurio grunted in agreement. There was a pause until he looked back at her.

“Locker room?”

“Locker room.”

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A few minutes later Emily; a reluctant Yuuri trailing behind her entered the locker room just as Yurio and Viktor did the same.

The two froze both wide-eyed and unmoving.

Viktor whipped towards Yurio and said something in rapid Russian a tense edge to his tone to which the blonde simply shrugged.

She heard her cousin take a hesitant step backward as Viktor did the opposite, hurt clearly written on both of their faces.

Taking that as their cue to leave Emily walked over and began to drag a semi-resistant Yurio by the edge of his jacket; Yurio saying some probably not-so-flattering things in Russian. She pulled the other boy with ease trying her best to keep walking despite his struggling and the telltale sound of her cousin crying, her heart squeezing painfully.

Once they rounded the corner he rounded on her an annoyed look on his face. “What the hell Angevin? Did you have to drag me?”

A tiny smile tugged on her lips despite the serious situation they were in.

“Well?” he snapped impatiently.

“No, but I figured it was the more practical way to do it,’ Emily replied with a small shrug. “Besides you probably would’ve stayed there another hour or so,” she teased.

He glared at her. “I didn’t want either of those love-sick idiots to say anything more stupid.”

She gave him a soft smile at his little way of showing he cared. It was rare, but in those moments she found it extremely endearing. “Why are you smiling like that stupid?” He said interrupting her thoughts.

“Nothing,” she said with a grin.

“Whatever,” he said with his signature eye roll as they reached the rink.

“Yuri?” Emily called out as he was about to go onto the ice again.  He glanced back, eyebrows raised.

“Thank you,” she said in almost perfect Russian. Yurio’s expression softened the slightest before giving her a small smile.

A few seconds later Emily copied his example humming a soft tune to herself as she began to skate in lazy circles, Yakov’s yelling most likely at Yurio, echoing off the rink’s walls.

And later if her cousin and Viktor came out holding hands and smiling, and went out of their way to thank her by doing their own little things she didn’t have to say anything now, did she?