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Chapter 20 of BMAAHD is out!

It’s finally here 💗 Chapter link below: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13105341/chapters/98242491

#bmaahd

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My piece for the @yoispyzine :) I had the chance to collab with the wonderful @iwritevictuuri for this zine! Please check out the fic too (AO3 link)!

Thank you to everyone involved in the project, it’s been an amazing experience <3 

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“I’m yours,” was all that he said. “I always have been.” 

A certain moment from the new chapter (ch 16) update of BMAAHD!

We’re in the final act now... 🖤

#bmaahd #gia draws #yuri on ice

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The city wasn’t as frantic as it usually was during the workweek, but its heartbeat was the rush of air and the clanging of metal as the weekend trains ran along, and it was no less alive. The somewhat sedated state of downtown threw him a bit, only for him to remember that he hadn’t spent a proper weekend in the city in… almost a month, was it? God, but it felt like it had been forever, and yet also felt like the blink of an eye.

And there was a conversation to be had, now that those weekends in Long Island would need to stop. A trip to Brooklyn, an ending, an apology - 

But not yet. Not today. 

Chinatown was a writhing mass of congested criss-crossing roads, abandoned construction projects, and clogged alleyways, almost as organic as it was chaotic. He wasn’t too surprised to find that most of the laundromats from Yuri’s list were actually open on a Sunday. What he was surprised to find - although, after giving it some more thought, perhaps a cynical part of him might have seen it coming - was how all of the boisterous greetings and friendly smiles he was welcomed with shriveled up and died the moment he asked about ‘The Silk Umbrella’. 

“No. No idea what that is,” was what he heard from a man whose laundromat sat on the exact same street as the tea shop. He could even see it from here, the sign with the umbrella sticking out, if he squinted hard enough.

“I can’t help you,” said the next shop, before shooing him away without another word.

“We don’t handle silk,” the next one insisted. “We never handle silk." 

It was already dark by the time he got to the last three on Yuri’s list, all of them right on the border of Chinatown. The first one had already closed for the day - they closed early on Sundays, it seemed, which was a problem that Viktor had thought he would have run into sooner. The next one was populated by staff who insisted that they spoke ‘no English, no English’. No Russian, either. No French. 

Viktor didn’t have high hopes as he let himself be all but shooed from the second-to-last laundromat, and caught sight of the last one from Yuri’s list right across the street. He was also down to his last cigarette, as it turned out, and he forgot to savor it in the frustration of knowing he was very likely about to hit a dead end. What other avenues could he explore, really, after this? With any luck, Otabek’s translation team might have uncovered a case-winning clue in the ledger book since the last time he’d checked in with them, but when had he ever been that lucky? 

Screw it, he thought as he tossed what was left of his cigarette, after fleecing it for all of the warmth and comfort it could offer. He was already here, after all.

Among the laundromats he’d visited, this one sat on the smaller side. A whopping six strides separated him from the front door to the counter, where a middle-aged woman sat filling out paperwork, stopping only to look up when he walked in. Bags of folded laundry, clean if he had to guess, were stacked high and lined both walls. A dozen or so suits of various colors and sizes hung on a rack on the other side of the counter. 

A small blue lantern hung from a hook mounted high on the back wall. 

“Good afternoon! How can I help you?”

There was a young man peeking out from the back room, about Yuri’s age. As Viktor introduced himself, and asked the usual questions, the lady at the counter exchanged a glance with him that she must have thought Viktor couldn’t see. She also must have thought that he didn’t notice the almost imperceptible flinch on the boy’s face as she plied him with more or less the same response he’d been hearing all afternoon. 

“Sorry. We’ve never heard of the Silk Umbrella.”

Viktor let the silence hang in the air, and waited for her to break eye contact first. “You want to try that again?” he asked calmly.

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It’s been awhile ^_^;;

Ch. 16 goes up (barring personal emergencies, end of the world, etc.) around midnight-ish Eastern Time on Saturday, September 7th :D

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"Go on, then,” Georgi told him. “Work your magic."

With pleasure.

The moment the second hand on his watch hit '12' , the ticking started in his head, faint but sure, calibrated to hundredths of a second both by experience and sheer perfectionism. It settled his nerves, gave him something to hold onto while he planned his approach. All the possibilities, dozens, hundreds of them stretched out before his mind, like a tree with branches that had no end. Where he would wind up - and how this would end - depended on every word he said and every response he read, and all of that depended on the clock in his head.

One more for the road, he thought to himself, as he jogged up the short flight of stairs to the bank's main entrance.

Chapter 15 of BMAAHD is finally out❤️❤️! I finally had the chance to draw past-Viktor for this chapter 👀 

#bmaahd #gia draws #yuri on ice

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Soon! <3

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What could he even promise, from this point onward? Perhaps before tonight, even though he’d made himself a target of the Triad from the very beginning, he’d been able to bear that burden somehow. The Triad was a far smaller presence in the city, and he wasn’t new to glancing over his shoulder while walking down the streets at night. And maybe a part of him had clung to the notion that - despite everything it had cost him - while he didn’t have or want La Cosa Nostra’s protection, he at least had been spared from their wrath.

But all of that had changed, in just a few measly hours. Sara had marked him for death, and at the end of the day, it was all a numbers game, wasn’t it? How many guns on this island fired at the whims of the Crispino family, and how many times could you sidestep death before using up all of your luck? He’d already done it once, twice, a thousand times it seemed. Most of those times, someone else had paid a price.

He recalled Yuuri’s words, all of a sudden, from the night they’d first met: careless, weightless words, dropped in the haze of cigarette smoke and the sweet aroma of liquor, after Viktor had followed him into the phone booth only to become trapped by his arms, his lips, his smoldering eyes. At that time, those words had been meant to convince him to stay, let his guard down for once in his miserable life. But they still somehow rang true now.

What if Michele kicked down his flimsy door - it really wouldn’t take much, after how many years’ worth of wear and tear - with a dozen of his lackeys, and made it rain bullets on them both? Or what if Viktor were to slip on the last of the ice still coating some of the lesser-traveled sidewalks from the last snowstorm, cracked his head on the pavement, and never woke up again?  

That would be a tragedy, wouldn’t it?

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After an eternity… this is finally happening ♥ Thank you so much for waiting!

BMAAHD 15 will drop (barring death, armageddon, the usual) late at night on June 8th Saturday Eastern Time ^_^

#bmaahd

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Orchids+Iru’s new (Vampire AU) collab!

"Why should I tremble in fear of you?" Viktor murmurs. "Don't you know that I have already been doomed to die?"

Yuuri has heard as much. The whispers are born in the confidence of his Lady's chambers, or her young daughter's, travel further and faster than they might think, doubly so when a certain winged messenger may be within earshot. Lady Baranovskaya really ought to know by now that walls and draperies are terrible at keeping any secrets. "And you have made... peace with this?" he ventures.

Viktor scoffs. "If you can call a begrudging acceptance 'peace'. Although, compared to how Papa is handling it, perhaps one could say that I have embraced it wholeheartedly."

Outside, the storm rages. Rain pelts the glass of the windows of Viktor's bedroom in a potent rage, as though vehemently protesting the time that they have spent together. Yuuri feels the guilt, wears it like a shroud. It comes both from the knowledge that he must leave soon, and the simple fact that he never should have come here at all.

Yet he lingers, craving every second he can spend in Viktor's embrace.

Perhaps this will be the death of him.

Orchids and I have kicked off a new collab project, titled The Fever Called Living, a victuuri Victorian/vampire AU 🖤

The first chapter is already out on early release on Patreon! The chapters will be released to the public with one-chapter delay (i.e. the first chapter will go on AO3 when the second chapter gets released on Patreon!).

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I miss them

i.e. doodles I did for Patreon a while back... 

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[image description: Yuuri Katsuki doing the thirty-two fouettes from Swan Lake]

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Sooo @werewolfflutist commissioned me to make a gif of a IG post that appears in @crossroadswrite’s fic, on growing;, where Yuuri is doing the thirty-two fouettés from Swan Lake 💜Thank you for commissioning me!

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He took a deep breath, and pulled the lapels of his coat closer together - his blue coat, the one that Yuuri had bought for him on a whim last New Year’s Eve. It was far and away the finest coat he had to his name, and it suited a place like this and the clientele it catered to perfectly. It was only right to be wearing it here.

And yet in spite of the coat’s objective, practical sensibility, a part of him had chosen it precisely because Yuuri had given it to him - something primal and silly but no less real, a sense of security that had washed over him as he’d slipped it on. He wanted to trick himself into thinking that Yuuri himself was holding him, as he stepped into the lions’ den.

Chapter 14 of But Monsters Are Always Hungry, Darling by @orchids-and-fictional-cities​, is up now! <3

#Yuri on Ice #bmaahd #gia draws

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“What are your thoughts on destiny, Viktor?”

There he went again. How many hours had Viktor spent in this room by now, and how many evening sessions had they conducted in which Yuuri sat in that overstuffed chair, plucking out questions and statements that he would then wield with surgical precision, until he could peer into Viktor’s mind? He’d lost count by now, although he could have probably done the math if he’d tried hard enough.

Still, that was something: even after all this time, for better or for worse, Yuuri never quite failed to surprise him. “Getting all philosophical on me tonight, Doc?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Well, we’ve already discussed all of your past cases under Mr. Feltsman’s employ, as well a few other topics I’d planned to go over with you when I first started charting the course of your therapy.” Yuuri paused, and glanced up at Viktor over the rims of his glasses. “Save for one, as you know.”

“Save for one,” Viktor echoed in a murmur.

“Relax.” Yuuri crossed one leg over the other, a single, fluid motion that was as graceful as it was entirely distracting. The action ended up raising his notebook a few inches, making it easier to write down the few short lines he scribbled in the meantime. “We won’t be talking about that tonight.”

Viktor frowned. “But you just said - ”

“I’ve decided to change my approach a little bit.” Yuuri met his eyes with a small smile. “Instead of pressing, I’ve decided to wait until you are ready to broach the topic yourself. Until then, we will discuss only the things that you want to talk about.”

Viktor turned those words over and over in his head, as if doing so enough times would help him to find the awful, gaping loophole in them. There was always a catch, right? Not that he wanted to think that Yuuri was treating these sessions of theirs with any malice; at this point, and after all they’d been through, he sure as hell hoped he wasn’t.

But if last session had been anything to go by…

“You know you’ll probably be waiting a long time, right?” Viktor muttered.

“I’m aware of that, yes.”

“You might end up waiting forever.”

“And so we would end up being ‘forced’ to see one another like this, every week, forever.” Ever so slightly, Yuuri tilted his head. “Would that really be so terrible?”

I knowww… it’s been forever ;_;

Expect 14 to drop late at night on the 23rd/just barely before the 24th of Feb (EST)!

#bmaahd #fic preview #<3

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For the commissions, are you comfortable with drawing ocs and other fandoms or do you prefer to only draw for Yuri on ice?

I’m fine with drawing OCs and characters from other fandoms, as long as you provide me with references :)

#Anonymous

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Commissions open! 3 slots available for now :)

Please DM or email me ([email protected]) if you’re interested 💗

#Yuri on Ice #gia draws #commissions

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Thank you so much for commissioning me! <3

The roars of applause and screaming is deafening and Yuuri is desperate at this point for the program to end. Towards the end of the skate, the flurry of lights dimmed till the original spotlight stopped on Victor again, his final spin ending in him gently positioning into a kneeling glide back to Yuuri at the kiss and cry, his hand extended out for him.

Stunned, Yuuri looked at Victor who was panting for his life, not used to the stamina that’s needed to complete the program with all four quads but he had done it. Overcome with joy and gratitude, Yuuri takes a step forward until the lights suddenly go out.

When they’re back on again, Yuuri notices a red carpet has been strewn across the ice, and in front of him is a white banner with pink lettering held up by his loved ones reading “Congratulations on your next level, Victor and Yuuri!” Next level? Yuuri peered down to see Victor still kneeling, the sound of the audience gasping and squealing in delight, and he sees it carefully tucked in a black box, two silver bands.

“Eh?! Ladies and gentlemen, it appears this exhibition is a proposal!”

“Not just a proposal,” Victor thinks. “It’s a proclamation that this man right here, he’s mine. And I am his.”

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I commissioned the lovely @iruutciv for my ficlet “We Call Everything On Ice, Love”

Thank you so much, it’s everything I envisioned and more! ヽ(´▽｀；)/♪

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