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james: you’re so pretty

regulus: uhhhh…. you too

james: you think i’m pretty 🥺

This is how it starts:

His mother is French. An ice dancer, beautiful as they come; fluid on her feet, light on her toes. Her hair is like molten silver. She gives it to her only child. She expects a daughter (to be named Victoire), so convinced the child she carries will be female, a little dancer like herself.

But his mother never seems disappointed that she gets Victor instead. 

Victor loves her, he loves her, he loves her until the day she dies.

He keeps her alive with his skating, ma petite lune, the starlight shadow of the woman who gave him life. He does it for his Russian father, for himself. He wins every medal, every competition, stuns with every exhibition. He is beautiful, he is fearless, he listens to no one and nothing can stop him. 

He is his mother’s son, and like his mother, he is made of charm.

He smiles like the sunrise, spins like the ocean breeze, dances like a storm with his silver spray of hair billowing behind him like the fog off the sea. He is a thousand rainbow colors in the sun and pale as the stars, too distant and shining to touch.

But he aches for it. Oh, how he aches. 

Victor’s father passes from lung cancer after a lifetime of smoking, ever the artiste his mother fell in love with. In truth, he died long ago from a broken heart. 

In between his short program and his free skate at Worlds, Victor cuts his hair off in the hotel bathroom. When his blades cut into the ice the next evening, the audience cries for him. 

And he keeps going.

Strong. Bold. Beautiful. He makes his money from sponsorships and prize winnings, sells the family home and buys himself a flat in St. Petersburg, makes himself a refuge for Makkachin’s sake if not his own. It’s clean. It’s empty. It’s nothing like what he grew up with, his mother’s hair combs strewn about, pictures on the walls, his father’s paints and pastels and books, so many books. He keeps the books, but precious little else.

And he keeps going.

It’s hard out there. He pulls away from Yakov as he sees his coach’s marriage crumbling and can’t imagine a world in which love does not last a lifetime. He sees Yuri Plisetsky come into Yakov’s tutelage, his mother and father split apart at the seams, so he lives in poverty with his grandfather. Yuri never knows that Victor sponsors him that first day, makes sure Yuri will always be able to skate the way he loves (and he loves such precious little else). It’s a silent agreement that no one tells him. Nikolai doesn’t mention it. Yakov would never dare.

And he keeps going.

Victor wins and he wins and he wins and he wins, but every day feels like losing. 

And he keeps going and going and going until—

—a boy breaks open in front of him on the ice. It’s the most honest suffering Victor has ever seen. Victor wants to talk to him, wants to comfort him, wants to say I know, I know—

But he turns his back to Victor as he flees, and Victor is left alone again.

Yuuri crashes into him two nights later, steals his breath and his drink and his life and makes him smile, holds Victor’s hopes and heart in his hands and digs in until they both bleed. 

He’s stubborn, he’s a mess, he’s painful, he’s so unbelievably beautiful.

Like his mother, Victor falls for an artist—a man who makes music with his body on the dance floor, on the ice. 

And this is how it starts.

now with this companion piece

clarisse is so achilles because achilles is actually kinda horrible and selfish the whole time but in the end it’s his love for patroclus that shows that he’s just a person after all. clarisse is not nice and she is selfish but she still loved so deeply… 🥺

"Came back wrong" trope but actually the character came back right. A character who, when they were living, hid and changed so many parts of themself around others to appease them and, when they died and came back, they stopped doing so and started living as who they always have been. But everyone thinks they came back wrong because of how different they are

I saw your post about Inumaki’s cursed speech and I wanted to know your opinions of adapting the curse speech for aus (bc I personally struggled to decide how to do it and I wanted to know more opinions on the matter). Bc I know some No Curses aus see it as “Well of there’s no curse energy then he wouldn’t use Onigiri speech” and for some scifi/fantasy aus some wouldn’t want Inumaki to clash with the setting (especially if media/idea doesn’t allow for a neat 1 to 1 adaption of Inumaki’s struggle to communicate). And I know one possible method to keep Inumaki not talking without the use of things like texting or sign language would be only making him communicate through head/facial movements with some pointing, but since you thought a lot about this topic I was wondering if you had any ideas on the best way to adapt Inumaki’s character outside of canon-based fics

(Sorry if this is invasive or anything I was just really curious about hearing your thoughts more in depth)

Ok, I have been thinking about this a lot. I agree it is hard and to get it right you really have to have a happy medium between accuracy to his circumstances and good characterization of his personality.

This is a common problem with AUs for all different kinds of media. And it really is up to you to decide what parts of their unique experiences from the story are necessary to keep the character intact.

The reason, I think, that inumaki feels so wrong in AUs (and sometimes even in non AUs that lean heavily on texting) is that he has no established voice. Him being able to speak with no limitations feels like a breech of his character.

Some things I have seen people use in non canon fics:

Inumaki being deaf or hard of hearing: this gives him the poasibility of speech but based on whatever backstory you give him, it could explain why he might have a hard time speaking or only speak in a few words

Having him be mute or partially mute: probably the easiest option but I would do some research on it before writing (same with the previous one too, make sure you know what you’re saying so that it feels like a real part of the story not some plot device)

In a fantasy or sci-fi setting, you will have more room to come up with reasons similar or equivalent to his cursed speech (if not, the previous options are still there, sometimes writers forget that fantasy can be diverse too)

Anxiety. Some times people have such bad anxiety that they can’t speak. Especially in public places, around new people or around a group of people.

Also I feel like it’s important to mention that inumaki is a little gremlin and likes to troll people so he might just speak in riceball because he wants to or to mess with everyone. (That would make a good fic as long as you’re careful about it)

I think it’s up to you whether or not to use the riceball words, personally, I like them. I think they make his character more endearing but I understand that they don’t always make sense out of context with the original story.

As for how to have him communicate without words here are some more ideas

I actually don’t hate the sign language thing, from what I’ve read, it can work pretty well and makes the most sense when he’s written as deaf/hard of hearing

Passing notes. Unlike texting, which is faster and easier. Passing little notes back and forth is a way to get across exact information while also not having it feel like he is speaking (also it would be a really cute high school au fic)

Another thing which is kind of obvious, is that most of the people close to him can understand him perfectly without words. Part of volume 0 shows Yuta as he figures out how to communicate with Inumaki and I feel like people forget about this a lot.

Not a general thing but I thought of another cute idea: charades. I’m sure someone has done this before but I think it would be so silly to have random spontaneous games of charades when he wants to tell them something.

I hope this was helpful 💕

this is it. this is the single greatest post i’ve ever seen on this god forsaken planet

This post is directed towards me and myself only lol

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