i’m going through my google docs rn and i’m reminded of how much i’ve written for victuuri without posting it, finished or not, ‘good’ or 'bad’. so i might just share it?
i mean, there’s an open-ended finished oneshot from february/march 2017 ffs, that’s 4 years ago and i remember very clearly why i didn’t post it at the time. just as i finished it, a well-known yoi fic writer posted a oneshot with the same exact premise and i got scared i’d be accused of plagiarism (i love the cake theory but it was a writer i looked up to a lot and the idea of them being told by somebody that “i stole their fic idea” made me really anxious back then)
i’m figuratively looking at past me rn and shaking my head with exasperation, understanding, and fondness. look how much you’ve written. look how much fun you’ve had. nobody would have batted an eye if you posted that fic. it would have been okay. you know better now and that’s all that matters. heck yeah personal growth
also happy pride month to canon victor and yuuri and all the other lgbtqia+ headcanons of either of them (and the rest of yoi characters)
head full and loudly feral about the reason Victor Nikiforov has a love-hate relationship with surprises is because of his life-long hatred of boredom and apathy and general feelings of being a stock character (The Winner, the Living Legend, The Token)
But in his efforts to shine as brightly and loudly as he could, he has forgotten what it’s like to not have to perform life at every moment.
What must it be like, he sometimes wonders when the bed is cold like the medals they draped over him, to be boring and still loved?
The man who attracted admiring gazes everywhere he went, who as a boy knew more about how to tilt his chin best to suit the shitty hotel lobby lighting and knew nothing of being chained by mediocrity, wondered, what must it be like to catch someone’s eye not because of the glittering shine of your fur but because that someone finds continued delight in the banalities of your mere existence?
Victor, who’s kind to every fan he meets and been in the public eye since practically infancy, never refusing photographs… to him, almost every conversation probably feels the same, no? with faces blurring together, names interchangeable and his shining existence one long, repetitive, boring script
Victor Nikiforov is a performer at heart, with the whole world his stage.
But surely- please oh god, surely, he doesn’t have to stay on-stage the whole time, does he?
victor, explaining to yakov why he needs a weekend off to attend an intro to bird handling class: ok and then it flies as i step onto the ice seamlessly melding with the symbolic choreography of spreading my wings because the ice is the sky and the zamboni is the wind beneath my wings and my skates are my feathers and on the ice i am free to fly like the bird is doing above the crowd
yakov, who is about to learn that victor does not do things halfway and always follows through when it comes to dramatic effect: sure kid whatever you need to get it out of your system
Since Monday is a postal holiday, we would like to let you know that domestic Houdinis and any domestic bundles left from the previous batch will be mailed out this upcoming Tuesday.
yoi from viktor’s perspective: my darling my lost love.. finally we reunite and can be together! i will teach you everything i know and stay by your side and you will finally get all the love you deserve💛
the plot to yoi is genuinely so fucking funny like. this dude got drunk and danced with me and i was so haunted by his beauty all year that i quit my job as a world famous athlete and flew to japan. turns out he doesn’t remember our first meeting and thought i was just a lunatic who showed up at his door and decided i was his boyfriend and he went along with it because im hot. we’re engaged now
yuuri’s perspective: why is my celebrity crush in my house and how do i make him leave
inspired by the writer anxiety of “oh no, somebody else has already written something like this” and the reader craving of “ahhhh this fanfic was so good, I want to read 10 more like that!”
instead of letting that keep us from writing, how about in End Notes we recommend each others’ works that follow a similar idea?
