I’m Late For The Trend Ik

When the Ice Answers Yuri on Ice Fanfic by MythboundCal

The music begins. But Yuri doesn’t hear it.

He hears breath. His own—ragged, sharp, then steady. Like wind through glass.

He steps onto the ice like it’s a love letter. As if saying it without words might make it true. That he’s strong. That he’s worthy. That he wants this.

The first glide is everything. It’s not movement. It’s memory.

And just like that— The letter becomes a vow.

He thinks of late nights and early mornings. Of Victor’s hand on his back. Of the sound his blades make when he finally lets go.

The rink becomes a galaxy. The spotlight, his moonlight. And overhead, the flashing of cameras Spirals into stars.

He gives himself to the moment. Every stumble, every sweat-stained failure, Every heartbreak etched into his spine— He offers it all to the ice.

And the ice? The ice answers.

By the final spin, he’s not skating anymore. He’s flying. Not to escape. But to arrive.

When he stops, there’s silence.

And then— Applause.

But none of that matters. Because now he knows:

He was never performing. He was becoming.

me and you

arcane valentines art 💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

i’mma be real even completely disregarding ships it’s just pure heteronormativity to not think it’s at least reasonable to read marcille as in love with falin bc i mean come tf on

Doomed yuri

mikullage

woe. arcane sketchdump be upon ye

started as a hand study and then i jayvik'd it bc i'm sick

Farcille lore in like. 3 seconds

Redraw from the OVA!! 🛹