cosmiclion

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Meet the external physical manifestation of my soul lmao. Reg could very well be the voice of reason in me but instead all it does is encourage my bad habits and egg me on to do anything but what I actually have to do. Also just like me Reg is okay with any pronouns! He, she, they, it, go nuts. We settled on this form thanks to the folks at The Daemon Forum! I highly recommend their analyses if you and your dae have trouble finding a form. So the whole analysis for t. blondi is a huge callout post for me but under the cut are some extracts from the parts that especially made me go “Hey!”

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Pride Vitya is here! 💚💙💜

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M MJH JMY WIFEEEGDCRHST S MY WIFE IS BACK FROM THE WARFTHNMV ,UYFYL RAHHHHHHHHBKYFIYUJRDC MISS GRWELLHJFVD RYU I NEED TRO DRAW HERNYUTIDF 7

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I normally avoid talking about these things because I prefer to keep my blog exclusively as a place to share art and silliness, so all I'll say is:

if after all this time you still like Harry Potter or anything remotely connected to it you give me second hand embarrassment. Even if you're trans/queer/etc yourself. And frankly all your gay ships and trans headcanons of it are cringey. You're not "reclaiming it", you're not "sticking it to JKR", just let it go man. Like I'm a firm believer in separating art from artist but honestly HP is unsalvageable at this point, has been for a long time, it's not just the transphobia but also the general queerphobia, fatphobia, racism, antisemitism, ableism, misogyny and everything else. There are tons of stories with wizards and magic animals and whatever if you're really starved for them, JKR didn't invent schools of magic for fucks sake.

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Untitled 10.

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Hii! I just found your blog through that cyberbullying post about callout posts, I'm in need of some help regarding that if you'd be kind to, can I DM you? It's okay if not because we're complete strangers but I honestly do not know who to turn to since I've been getting harassed like this for a year now by over 200 people,, so I apologize for bothering you, I just have no idea what else to do

(Referring to this post).

Hey 💙 First, sorry for the late reply, been kinda busy lately. Second, I'm so sorry you're going through this, I imagine that's everyone's worst nightmare, or at least one of the worst.

I'm normally not open to DMs with people I'm not mutuals with but I guess I could give it a try, although I'm not sure how useful I could be since the worst that's happened to me were a few instances of vagueposting and I've only seen the more serious ones happen to other people, but I'll see what I can do. I can't promise that I'll reply soon or that I'll always be free to talk because, *gestures vaguely*, school and work and life, but just let me know!

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Happy Pride, give me a million dollars.

Redraw of this silly doodle form last year bc actually my hair is as straight as me, which is zero.

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Happy pride! Here's the first of the YOI illustrations I had planned for June 🏳️‍🌈 I have other characters as well as some alternate hcs on my to-draw list so stay tuned 👀

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@ artists who sell stickers and have some experience I need your help: what's currently the best site to sell physical stickers? Is there one that offers good quality to clients, leaves a fair share and doesn't screw artists? A few people have expressed interest in some of my doodles as stickers, but even though I have the means to print them out in good quality I don't really want to ship them myself because I'm not comfortable disclosing my country and address, plus I've seen artists having issues with shipping and it sounds like a pain in the ass. I know about Etsy, Redbubble and IMPRNT but I keep seeing mixed opinions and most of them are from a few years ago anyway.

(Btw I normally don't ask ppl to reblog my posts but I'd rlly appreciate it if y'all reblogged this one even if u have nothing to add, just so that it reaches more ppl).

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Chapter 12: Vanished with the stars

The late-afternoon sun was blazing from clear blue skies when Viktor stepped out of the shuttle bus that had brought him the short distance from the official hotel to Yoyogi National Stadium. The sun, the skies—everything had been the same since the day of his arrival, and he hated it.

St. Petersburg weather doesn’t mock me that much this time of year.

The way to the entrance was lined with people cramming behind retractable barriers. Many had cameras, but the bigger part of them looked like the average figure skating fan. They must have left the arena during the resurface break before the last two groups. Security staff from the venue was overlooking them. Yuuri was not among them. Of course, he wasn’t. Why was he still clinging to this silly hope?

A mutual scream rippled through the crowd as Viktor set himself into motion. His heart clenched.

This might be the last time they treat me like a popstar.

The thought filled him with a sadness that bled into the raging emptiness inside him. The determination to draw a line hardened. The veil that dimmed the sunlight for him, thickened.

With Yakov by his side, he strode to the entrance, pulling his suitcase behind him. Lightning flashed everywhere as he walked past the press. A group of fans squealed subdued to his left. Viktor took off his sunglasses, flashing them a star-smile. Fans and reporters screamed alike, fervent and predictable. Viktor put his sunglasses back on and entered the venue.

Two hours until the final curtain.

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Read Chapter 12 of my despressed Vitya fanfic Beneath the Shine of A Thousand Spotlights here.

Story summary:

Once upon a time there was a boy with high ambitions and the noble dream to change his sport. But the legacy he created demanded a terrible price: His heart. Twenty years of being Russia’s poster athlete have drained Viktor Nikiforov off his passion for the ice. Caught up in duty and habit he cannot escape the icon he has become. Deep inside him, Viktor knows that he can mask his lack of inspiration with technical prowess and experience only for so long. Eventually, his body will fail him and the darkness he has been warding off with routine will close in on him. Viktor is contemplating giving in to the false promise of retirement when a drunken Japanese Cinderella dances into his life, inspiring a dream of life and love beyond scores and medals. And for the first time in years, Viktor can finally believe that he found the one who finishes his duet. But that which sets his heart on fire also holds the power to throw him into an even darker state of mind, for the image Katsuki Yuuri of Japan etches in Viktor’s heart and soul is that of a male femme fatale rather than a prince. This is my take on the four months between the Sochi GPF and Viktor becoming Yuuri’s coach.

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Happy Pride from shinx! 🏳️‍🌈

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Finished piece from my super self indulgent, pretentious af space AU 🌌 I do have a name for it and have been building lore and backstories but I won't reveal them yet, in the meantime hope y'all enjoy these star babies 💙💛

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Made another version because I thought of a better joke pretty much right after I posted the first one last year 😭

Happy Pride Month! 🌈

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Jumping on the bandwagon.

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Pretty in pink 💗

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We are together all the time, but I miss being together. Two weeks into their new life as athletes and partners, Yuuri and Viktor are confronted with the unrelenting truth that some things need to change lest they spiral out of control...

Yawning, Yuuri forced himself to focus as Viktor glided through the rink, spinning, jumping, and twizzling with the grace of an angel. Not beholding the beauty of Viktor’s skating felt like the greatest disrespect Yuuri could pay his partner and idol, but it was impossible to do so when Yuuri felt like he was sleepwalking.

I must focus, he reprimanded himself as he shivered in his grey hoodie that smelled wonderfully of summer meadows. He pinched the bridge of his nose. I can’t help Viktor if I’m inattentive.

The music stopped, then Viktor glided over to him.

“How was I?”

“Um, good,” Yuuri replied. When it came to Viktor, this was never a lie.

“Hum, I had the feeling that the jump combination was out of sync with the music and that it took me a split-second too long to jump the triple toe.”

“It can’t have been more off than that,” Yuuri said. “At least, I didn’t notice anything.”

“All right,” Viktor said. “Please watch out for it next time.”

Yuuri nodded, vowing to himself that he would focus.

“What about the flying camel? The butterfly entry still feels a bit too forceful.”

Yuuri had no memory of how Viktor had executed the entry. Had he done the spin at all? “The entry is much softer than it was last week,” he said. “But I will watch out for it as well.”

“Okay. I need to hit every note, Yuuri. Tell me even if anything is infinitesimally off.”

“I will,” Yuuri promised.

“Thank you, Yuuri.” Viktor kissed Yuuri’s hand and glided back to the middle of the rink. Yuuri restarted the song and tucked his hands back into the long sleeves of his hoodie.

Their brief interaction had done enough to keep Yuuri alert for the first half of the routine. That changed rapidly when Viktor exited the step sequence. Yuuri stifled a yawn. The glare that the lights created on the ice shot daggers through his eyeballs. The flying camel, he thought. Watch out for the flying camel!

Suddenly, Viktor was already spinning, one leg parallel to the ice. Yuuri could not remember how he had gotten there.

Focus! Viktor relies on you!

He blinked. The glare was even harder to bear. Yuuri closed his eyes, huddling inside his hoodie, which finally felt cosy, and blinked them open again. If I close my eyes for only one second when the music pauses… Yuuri rested his chin on his arms on the barrier. Watching is so exhausting. One second is all the rest I need. After all, he will only return next season.

“Yuuri.”

Hands shook him gently.

“Yuuri!”

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Read Chapter 9 of From St. Petersburg with Love here! - Yes, you've got that right! My YOI post-canon fanfic just got a new title!

Cover illustration done by cosmiclion

Finding a fitting title has never been as much a pain in the ass as with this story! It's been 3.5 years since I wrote it and I've already changed it twice since I started posting, which sets a new precedent. This one finally feels write (we will see about that in a couple of months).

I want to thank my cat and my beta for giving me their second opinion on this matter! <3

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Hmmm.

Can y'all imagine Viktuuri as parents? I'm honestly torn.

Like on one hand the thought of them doting over some kid is cute and I've read some super adorable and well written fanfics (whether canon-compliant or AUs) about parental Viktuuri and the impulse to give your OTP a fankid is always strong, not gonna lie. On the other hand, I don't think a couple (whether fictional or real) needs a child to be complete. Besides, they come across to me as the kind of couple that values peace and quiet and being able to travel and do whatever they want on a whim and only want each other's company, maybe they'll keep getting dogs but that's it. Maybe it's because I'm childfree myself so I'm projecting, I don't know.

Or maybe in the future they become mentors/parental figures to younger skaters, especially if they are also queer. The thought is appealing.

What do y'all think?