I Dont Know If My Old Followers On Here Are Still Into Iwaoi, But A Little While Ago I Wrote Crack-ish

i don’t know if my old followers on here are still into iwaoi, but a little while ago i wrote crack-ish fic of married and pro-volleyball player iwaois ‘accidentally’ guesting for an episode of tidying up with marie kondo, and you can read that here!

impersonating Kageyama-kun, age 16 (ch.224) // age 22 (ch.379)

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @http-yanie !

You’re a supportive friend I trust and love. Congrats on another year of being alive to make the world brighter!

New YOI sketch dump. Be careful, there is drunk Vitya on the last one!

Random snk gifs: 59/?

One Katsuki Yuuri finds his first love in a skating rink when he is five. It’s magical and wonderful and all sorts of fun, and the blades on his skates glide over the ice with the gentleness of a good night kiss, a tender touch. His small, pudgy fingers skim away from the barrier and finally, finally he skates to the center, and this small, budding love becomes an origin story. In a different time, Yuuri discovers another first love. It is large and oh-so overwhelming. It’s bulky and awkward, swelling and expanding like a balloon with every flick of his wrist and spin of his skates. His long, silver hair is collected in a neat ponytail, and he smiles like the sun is shining through his teeth. His eyes are clear and sparkling, and Yuuri thinks that he is the most beautiful person in the world, and deep, deep down in his bones, Yuuri knows that is the truth. The thing is Viktor Nikiforov is beautiful, all elegant lines and swaying arms and long legs kicking up chips of ice only to land with all the ease and grace in the world, but also, he is empty. (Not the pleasant kind of empty—the kind that is dull and fragile, like an ornate box with nothing to carry, nothing to hold dear. A classic tale of flawless exteriors and shattered spirits.) Yuuri does not know know this, not yet. All he knows is that Viktor is the pinnacle of all good things on and off the ice, that he is grace and ferocity made tangible. Made concrete. All he knows is that his love for one Viktor Nikiforov is true and pure. It seeks absolutely nothing in return.

yuuri katsuki’s first love is the ice, but viktor nikiforov is his other, more important first love.