#long haired victor

[neutronice]

Reaching Through the Void A Victuuri Pride Month story Chs 1 & 2 are online!

Summary: The rarest and most precious of soul bonds are the ones that pull soulmates across the world to be together. Ones that also cross time? Well, those are things of legend. So what is Victor Nikiforov to do when, on the night after he got silver in Worlds and was at his lowest, a naked Japanese skater appears in his room? And what does Yuuri Katsuki do, having been thrust four years into the past, into the lap of his idol? Crossing time means Yuuri has lost four years from his life to be with Victor, but that moment truly changes everything.

AHHHH!!! AHHHH! This story has been bubbling up in my brain for months now and once I started writing I could not stop! I’m going to post the whole of its 10 chapters throughout the month of June, so please stay tuned for it! It’s been so much fun to write, and I can’t wait for you to join my Victuuri soulmates time travel canon divergent brain rot!

Oh and as the added incredible bonus? You’ll get to enjoy glorious @rhapeseuhans to go along!

[zegalba]

Victor Ivanovski: Boudoir Stories (2000)

[arom-antix]

The brainrot has momentarily concluded

[frankenfartstein]

victor

[bornwholocker]

Reject modernity

Embrace tradition

[bernard-the-rabbit]

not me changing eponine design everytime i draw her :P

[doomrichards]

I commissioned Rachael Stott for Reed Richards kissing long-haired Victor von Doom at C2E2 2024!

Rachael was telling me how when she drew the original long-haired Doctor Doom her gf asked who that was and he looks handsome and now she was also at the con to see this Doom kissing Reed drawn lol!!

I’m glad I got Rachael & Rachael’s gf approval!! ☺️

I hope I remembered the gist of the story haha!!

[blonndiec]

[revasserium]

congratulations 2K followers may I request Victor from ikevil?Theme 17.number the stars.Thank you,have a nice day💕

number the stars

victor; 1,347 words; fluff, mostly -- kinda weird but victor is also kinda weird so i hope you don't mind nonny -- and thanks so much for sending something in!!!

“count the stars with me,” he says one night, his hair dark as the shade of a broken promise, his smile just as sweet. you purse your lips, looking up from the typewriter at your desk.

“i’m… sorry?” you ask, quirking your head as you lean back in your chair, wondering if you’d heard correctly.

victor’s smile is moon-sliver and cyanide, and you find yourself drawn inexplicably to it, like a comet towards the sun.

“come,” he says, offering you a hand, standing by your door, looking for all the world as if he were inviting you for tea. but you know better than that now — don’t you? you wonder.

you get up anyway, telling yourself that you’d been wanting to stretch your legs anyways and the gardens should be beautiful at this hour.

“it’s — it’s a full moon tonight,” you say, tilting your head back to admire the scattered light of the milky way, streaked across the sky. beside you, victor hums in agreement. you feel his eyes on you before you see him, the dull simmer and heat of his gaze as it grazes over your skin, soft as fingertips, strong as sin.

“how many do you think there are?” he asks, casually, turning when you catch him staring, unabashed even as your own cheeks flush with heat.

“what, the stars?” you ask, casting your eyes back up.

“yes.”

you purse your lips, unable to keep your curiosity from bubbling over.

“why?”

victor’s body shakes with his blue-bell laughter, “why not wonder such things?”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes. but of course — has victor ever really needed a reason? or a rhyme, for that matter?

“i don’t know… billions… more than billions, probably,” you say, thinking back to the various headlines you’d seen splashed across the front pages of the papers — scientific discovery this, neighboring galaxies that. you let out a soft sigh as victor turns his head back towards you.

“mm… strange, isn’t it? that we’re all so terribly insignificant and yet… here we are… struggling against our own insignificance every hour of every day…” he flicks a silken strand of hair from his shoulders, leading you towards the tiny pagoda where you’d all shared afternoon tea.

“strange? i… i don’t think so,” you sit down next to him, pressing your palms to the cool of the bench beneath you, “i mean… all the stars up there…” you wave your hand at the vast expanse of night sky, “they’re all just… burning themselves up, aren’t they? isn’t that… a struggle against insignificance too? isn’t that… it’s own kind of curse?”

victor opens his mouth, and then he blinks, pauses. no sound comes from him for a solid ten seconds before his entire body spills into a fit of near-silent laughter. you watch him, caught between confusion and bewilderment, wondering if you’d said something truly strange before he shakes his head and presses a large, warm palm to the top of your head.

“yes — yes that they are… just burning themselves up… all for us to call them beautiful — terrible, isn’t it? i can’t think of anything worse in the world than being a star…” he’s still chuckling when he finishes, pulling his hand away from your head to smile at you, a darkness twinkling behind his eyes that you’ve never quite had the courage to question.

“you’re making fun of me,” you say, narrowing your eyes and making to pull away, but victor shakes his head and pulls you back, humming happily as you topple easily into his chest.

“not in the slightest! i just… i just love the way you think, that’s all.”

you can’t help the shiver that chases its way down your spine at the softness of his words, at the closeness of his voice, brushing by your ear like a summer breeze. you swallow hard as his arm comes almost naturally to rest around your waist, and when you look up, it’s once again to find him watching you. you press your lips into a line and try not to stare at the beauty mark on his bottom lip but —

“ah… if you keep looking at me like that…” victor grins as he leans down, a finger tipping your chin up towards him, his voice thick with honey, warm as poison, “i can’t promise… i’ll be able to keep being such a gentleman…”

you lick your lips, watch as his eyes flicker down to track the movement. your breath flutters in your chest, hummingbird quick.

“i — i thought you asked me out here to c-count the stars…”

victor grins, “certainly i did… and i am… see? they’re right here…” he leans in, so close you’re almost nose to nose, so close you almost go cross-eyed to keep him in focus.

“right here… i think i can see the entire sky in your eyes…”

a tiny whine works it’s way out of your throat and victor tuts, shaking his head.

“i’ve been waiting to use that line for quite some time but…” he makes to pull away, only for you to pull him back with your fingers fisting in the thick silk and velvet of his clothes.

your throat feels dry, but you swallow passed the desert blooming at the base of your tongue as your search his face for a sign — any sign —

“h-how many are there?” you ask, your voice softer than you remember.

victor’s eyebrows twitch, “how many… what?” but the curve of his lips tells you another story.

“how many stars did you count?”

fire licks its way up your stomach into your chest as you feel his fingers tighten around your waist.

“i… i’ll admit that i’ve lost count — i’ve been distracted, you see —” victor’s grin tilts like a planet on it’s axis, and you feel your world shift along with it, degree by degree. like this, you can almost taste the weight of his words, the sound of his breathing, the liquid of his smile — like this, you want to sink your fingers into the fine gossamer of his hair and tug —

he is kissing you before you realize, severing your thoughts with the silver scissor precision of his mouth and you’re left untethered, clutching at him with the tips of your fingers, feeling him pulling you close, close, closer — a thick moan winds its way from his throat and you lean in further, push your mouth to his to take it in, to take it all in —

“please…”

his voice is shaking when he pulls away, his lips the perfect shade of treason.

you don’t feel your own trembling until he pulls you closer, buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes.

“gods…” he says, wrapping both arms around you, his voice a wreck of barely contained emotions, of barely restrained desires, “by all the stars…”

you find yourself smiling as you let yourself be held, let yourself sink into the tremor and shake of this thing — held between the negative space of your bodies — whatever it is, at least you know it’s precious. at least you know it’s the most sacred kind of burning.

“all of them?” you ask, in what you hope is a light, playful kind of voice, even as victor lets you pull away, to reach up to brush a few fallen strands of hair from his face with your fingers, “we don’t even know how many there are.”

victor’s smile is indulgent and full of surrender.

“no… we don’t,” he reaches up to trail his fingers through your hair, thumbing at the ends as he shakes his head, “but… i think with you… i’d like to try.”

“try… what?”

“why… counting all the stars of the sky, of course.”

requests are open! <3

[gracelyngrausamkeit]

As the leader of the Rel'Sev Princedom, Valencius Victor is as adored as he is feared. People say that the prince would do anything, no matter how immoral, to shield his people from harm. To that end, the immortal wizard has turned his country into a military powerhouse, sacrificing traditional feudal structure for a more organized military dictatorship.

[yoi-incorrect-quotes]

[alrauna]

Victor (@victornizovtsev)

[marta-spleen]

Meme che non userò mai.

Grazie Graziella e GrazieAR Mappa!

[banenaz]

Ayoo guess who's back with a new drawing 😩✨️

Tired sleepy silly boi 🥺🤲🏻💕

This was supposed to be for his bday lmao but I 2 months late ehe

Ok so ya. Happy Birthday Viccy boii

Missed drawing him sooo much

[rose-lord-of-simps]

I rmemeber originally being so infuriated by the ending of Yuri on Ice. Middle school me did not understand why Yuri didn’t win gold.

A few years later in high school some friends and I were talking about the anime and when I thought about it, Yurio really did deserve that win more than anyone in that arena. And I firmly hold this opinion today.

After rewatching the show today I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better ending. From a narrative perspective I understand why Yuri couldn’t win gold and it had to be Yurio.

I will never not be upset we aren’t getting more seasons and a movie. Fuck you Maapa. But also thank you for this beautiful writing.

[freshbaked-bread]

tue reason victor cut his hair is because he is transgender . hope this helps