#in that au design she wears this pikachu shirt

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AU where my OCs are all ordinary kids in an ordinary school going from 6th to 12th grade

Luna: 8th grade. Always wears blue boots, a rainbow striped scarf, ripped-up baggy worn-out jeans and a gray hoodie. Dyes her long curly hair bright colors. Has a pet turtle named Rupert. Sits in the back of the class. Cheats on tests when she hasn’t studied enough or paid attention in class. Will also sneak a copy of the answer key to somepony else who’s struggling if they’re not a jerk person. Brings lunch from home and smiles at the little notes inside from her parents. Never misses a chance to pull the fire alarm, throw a paper airplane, start a food fight, shoplift something, vandalize something, etc. and somehow almost always manages to get away with it. Is an absolute mastermind when it comes to pranks, and will prank anycreature who messes with her or bullies people. Especially if they make fun of her for the notes from her parents in her lunchbox.

Jewel: 8th grade. Wears a lot of sparkly and colorful clothes, mainly with long flowy skirts, and clips sparkly accessories in her long blonde hair. Has only just moved to this town/city from someplace far out in the country by a forest with very very few people living in the area, and just started at this school. Is autistic. Finds it very hard to adjust to her new school and perhaps even harder to make friends. Is a quick learner but can’t focus much in class. Sits near the window and stares out of it a lot. Is surprisingly sporty. Very outdoorsy. Is in gardening club. Gets targeted by a few bullies within the first day or two, either because she’s the way she is or because she tried to defend another kid from them (probably both). Punches/kicks them hard after they give her a shove, then manages to hold her own in the fight that ensues (surprising everypony).

Allets: 10th grade. Parents are super rich and spoil her to some degree but mostly pile her down with a ton of extracurriculars, strict rules, and a lot of pressure to get straight A grades. They also restrict a lot of her personal freedom and put down many of her interests. Wears the designer clothes her parents buy her, but really wants to dress more casual and with some fun accessories, like stripy fingerless gloves and toe socks, sparkly sneakers, or a Tacocat t-shirt. Might secretly buy clothes like that but just barely work up the nerve to wear them (and never more than one at a time, and always discreetly). Long dark hair always neatly brushed, wishes she could dye it pink or orange or green or blue. Some people think she’s stuck-up but actually she’s really nice, her parents just don’t let her have much of a social life because of wanting her to focus on other things like grades and extracurriculars. Sits in the front of the class and struggles to force herself to pay attention and take notes, occasionally slipping into daydreams and doodles anyway. Begs her parents to let her go to parties, might eventually work up the nerve to sneak out to one while giving her parents some excuse about where she’s gonna be.

Eliote: 10th grade. Wears beat up sneakers and jeans, gray or black hoodies (NEVER seen without those), baggy grumpy t-shirts, black fingerless gloves, and long messy dirty-blonde hair. Doesn’t care where in the room she sits. Keeps her head down, does her work, doesn’t socialize with anyone. Grumpy and sarcastic as heck. Gives pretty hardcore eye-rolls, glares, or snarky comebacks when people bother her, which is common. Reads a lot. Is really REALLY good at drawing (mainly uses pencils and colored pencils) but doesn’t show her art to anypony. Secretly plays guitar and sings, and is actually very good at both. Parents died in a car crash seven years ago. Still hasn’t fully recovered from it, and really REALLY doesn’t like to talk about it. Has one heck of a sweet tooth. Listens to a lot of emo music. Secretly also a Swiftie.

Maddie T: 9th grade. Short, bouncy, curly hair dyed yellow and red and purple. Wears paint-splattered t-shirts and sometimes purple leather vests, fun-patterned tight under shorts (sometimes overalls), and fingerless gloves. Is a theatre kid ALL the way, doing the actual theatre club productions AND sometimes just being overdramatic for the heck of it and spouting quotes and songs from shows she’s seen. Is also super into art, especially spray-painting street art. Constantly makes book/movie/cartoon/theatre references nopony understands. Likes to sing (and is good at it). Class clown. Gets made fun of a lot, and used to respond by physically attacking her aggressors, but now she always brushes mean comments off with silly ones and never lets it get to her. Is very VERY disorganized, but insists she knows how to find things in her mess.

Finley: 9th grade. Blonde hair dip-dyed pink and green. Wears glasses that actually look really stylish on her. Large wardrobe of various cute outfits. Interested in fashion. Straight-A student. Neat freak. Unhealthy levels of perfectionism. Can get really frazzled about things she can’t quite get right, or activities she’s having trouble balancing at the moment. Absolute favorite class is science. Does a lot of scientific research and experiments outside of class. Plays the flute in band and also sings in choir. Once in awhile she gets a mean comment about being a geek, a teacher’s pet, or “four-eyes,” but always replies with a smart comeback--think Erin’s line in that episode of Camp Camp: “Why don’t YOU make like an overactive sebacious oil gland cell, and get out of my face?”

Penny: 10th grade. Black hair just past her shoulders. Clips different brightly colored hair extensions over it to give herself a different combination of colored streaks each day. Wears a lot of brightly colored clothes and at least one thing on her outfit every day is super glittery. Decorates her locker with motivational quote posters and sparkly stickers. Really into arts and crafts. Sings a LOT (and is good at it). Always cheerful and upbeat, which some people find annoying. Is part of the welcoming committee, art club, and cheerleading club, all of which she’s very dedicated to. Goofy sense of humor. Had a really REALLY rough time transitioning into middle school, especially having been through some traumatic incident (probably assault) AND developing an eating disorder around that time, which had her in a really bad emotional state for a year or two, but learned to look for the positives in life and use humor and optimism to pull her way through the bad times.

Twig: 6th grade. Thick brown shoulder-length hair with a few purple streaks. Freckles. Wears unicorn t-shirts and pikachu hoodies and light-up sneakers. Likes Disney and Pixar and Studio Ghibli movies, pokemon, and MLP. Is a bookworm. Writes fanfiction, including self-insert stuff. Doodles in class. Secretly still brings a stuffed animal to school for comfort and company. Enjoys singing, as well as climbing around on playground equipment, both of which she is good at. Goes ham when playing dodgeball in gym, has deadly aim and is quick at dodging, often getting out lots of people and being one of the last ones standing. Likes to play pretend. Gets bullied a LOT. Misses elementary school.

#middle school/high school au #all ocs #personal favorite #au for my oc squad

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Namelessshipping: What If...

Chapter 5

Pairings: Red x Green Oak

Warnings: None

AU: Canon Divergence

It had been a few weeks since Red had offered Green to visit for dinner and there had been no sign of him, he should've known but he couldn't help but to have some sort of hope he'd see his old friend again. At home, it was quiet without Eevee running around with his Pikachu, even his best friend seemed down and put out from missing Eevee. There was nothing either one of them could do about it but move on like they always did, luckily Red had his work to keep him distracted. His current study was the evolution of Pokemon, not through gaining experience from life type of evolution, but how Pokemon evolved into separate species entirely to adapt to their new surroundings or change in weather. He was currently tending to a deerling, one of the small examples of evolution depending on the seasons themselves. With the autumn weather, the deerling’s fur was a soft orange color. The deerling belonged to one of the trainers who simply sought out to fill their pokedex, leaving the deerling in the PC since he wasn't slotted in their trainer's team.

He was in the process of giving the deerling a treat when Professor Oak walked up, he was getting older and older to the point Red worried about him sometimes. The man was too stubborn to retire though and live the rest of his life in relaxation, however, he couldn't travel like he used to, such drastic changes in weather effected him too harshly so he had to stay in Kanto. If he was required elsewhere, he'd send one of the assistants out, since Red didn't really like leaving Pallet Town anymore. "Ah, Red, I see you're doing well in your studies!" Red gave a nod and stood up after ruffling the deerling's head with a bit of affection. Professor Oak was always kind to him, but he still hadn't got over how the man had treated Green, but it wasn't any of his business.

"I need you to do me a favor, Red. I know its asking a lot from you, but you're the only assistant I have who is knowledgeable on the matter of Pokemon evolution due to habitat change. My cousin studies the Kanto Pokemon living in Alola, but he needs a fresh set of eyes to help his research and I want you to go and help him."

Red frowned a little, dusting his hands on his white lab coat, his brows furrowing a little. He had heard of Alola, the fact that the Kanto Pokemon were there was strange enough, but to know that they vastly differed from the ones from their home region was curious. Red had to admit he was interested but Alola was quite a distance away, the distance was far too long for his charizard to travel safely across, he already calculated that. Not that he had any intentions on going there, it was a new place, a tourist trap which meant crowds of people. Red didn't do well with crowds or cramped up spaces, Oak knew that, so he must be pretty desperate to ask Red of all people. Red sighed and rubbed at his cheek, he couldn't tell Professor Oak no.

"I already bought your ticket, you leave tomorrow so I'll let you have the rest of the day off to pack your things." Oak said cheerfully, much to Red's dismay. He didn't even have a choice apparently, the old man knew Red wouldn't say no it seemed. His Pikachu came running up, climbing up to settle on his shoulder, having overheard the conversation and seemed excited about it. To see Pikachu ready for adventure made Red feel a bit bad, all these years he kept Pikachu here in Pallet Town with him while his friend lived for exploring and excitement. Well, he'd get his fill now it seemed, Red wished he could share Pikachu's enthusiasm.

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The trip had been a nightmare for both Red and Pikachu, Red was cramped in an airplane surrounded by strangers, it was oppressive and he had never been in an airplane before. He should've taken those anxiety pills Daisy had offered him, but Red stubbornly refused to take medication, he'd been that way since childhood. He had gripped the armrest during the entire trip, he was surprised to find out that he hadn't put a dent in it from how hard he held onto it. Pikachu didn't have it better off either, he had to remain in his pokeball the entire trip, making Red feel guilty but Pikachu refused to stay at the Lab and made the decision himself. He was glad that Pikachu would go through his own fears for him, he'd definitely would have to make it up to his little friend once they got out of this hectic airport.

Everything was bright and colorful here as he let pikachu out once they escaped the building, not to mention the weather was noticeably hotter than Kanto's. He felt uncomfortable in his jeans already but he refused to wear shorts, he wasn't comfortable exposing a lot of his skin, preferring his loose fitting jeans and t-shirt. He looked around, a little lost as what he was supposed to do, Pikachu wasn't any help as he was busy looking around, trying to take in as much as he could. He pulled out his cellphone to check his messages, Professor Oak had programmed his cousin's number into his phone, but Red would be staying at the Hano Grand Resort. Sounded too fancy for Red's liking but he wasn't paying for this trip so he couldn't complain, from the looks of things, he doubted he could afford any of these hotels.

Using the GPS on his phone, he entered the resort's address and began his walk there, he didn't like cars, they were too cramped and he had no control over a taxi. Plus, walking would allow him to relax and work out his stiff muscles after a stressful plane ride.Pikachu was busy exclaiming over everything, pointing out various things they hadn't seen in Kanto or he was waving at excited children in their beach wear. Red chose to ignore them, trying his best not to let his anxieties get the best of him but his stoic, near expressionless face tended to scare the kids off, despite it not being his intention. He was always like that, the young trainers avoiding him, he was the silent, intimidating assistant who stayed off by himself. He liked kids, but he was terrible in dealing with them, especially the loud, excitable ones.

After what seemed like forever, he made it to the hotel, the place didn't lie in its name as it was in fact Grand. It made Red feel a little overwhelmed in his faded jeans, old shirt, and worn sneakers, but he had reservations he hadn't paid for. Sighing, he made his way through the front door, the people in the lobby were dressed nicely, a few looked at him strangely but avoided him as he rolled his suitcase after him to the front desk. The receptionist smiled politely, but he could see she looked doubtful due to how ragged he looked. "Hi, welcome to Hano Grand Resort, how may I assist you today?" Red had to give it to her, she remained professional, despite how he knew how uncomfortable she was by having what looked like a bum at her desk. He set his phone on the desk, the screen revealing the receipt and QR code of his reservations. She scanned it, but looked unsure enough that she picked up the phone.

"Professor Oak? Yes, we have someone here with reservations made by you. Yes. Correct. Thank you and have a good day." Red stared as he waited for the woman to be done with the confirmation call, at least their security was tight. The girl behind the desk began to tap away at the computer screen before retrieving a keycard and handing it to Red. "You're room is on the third floor, room 305. You have three complimentary meals a day, all you have to do is text the number on the back of the menu in your room what you want and it will be delivered to your door. Thank you for staying at Hano Grand Resort and enjoy your time here."

Red nodded and tucked the card into his wallet, putting both the wallet and his phone in their designated pockets. He turned around to head towards the elevators when he spotted someone walking through the doors of the Resort. He stopped despite not intending to, it was none other than Green making his way towards the front desk. When his old friend spotted him in turn, amber eyes widened and he nearly stumbled over his own feet. Luckily, the girl at his side was holding on to his arm, allowing him to regain his step. The surprise was quickly covered over by an arrogant grin, one Red recognized all too well. Unlike the dinner a few weeks ago, when Green was relaxed and open, they were in public this time. Which meant Green had to impress, especially when he had a girl with him.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Kanto loser? Are you lost? Only the rich and famous get to stay here." Green taunted but Red seemed unconcerned by what others would view as bullying. Red knew this was just Green's way of keeping attention on himself, being cocky and confident. In reality, Red knew Green meant only to ask what Red was doing here, still though it didn't mean Red wanted to suffer Green's antics any longer. He just wanted Green to be, well, Green. But it seemed he still hadn't grown out of his state where he lacked confidence in being himself, afraid people would ignore him, leave him. Red had left Green, but for different reasons, that didn't make Red feel any better about it.

Pikachu growled, his red cheeks sparking in warning, a flash of concern crossed Green's face but he stamped it down before anyone other than Red noticed. Red released his suitcase to sign at Green, making the woman who had been laughing lightly at Green's statement, confused.

'Here on research business.'

Red stated shortly before grabbing his suitcase again, finally looking over at the woman who was with Green. He couldn't help but to feel something at the sight of her holding onto Green's arm like that. He didn't like the feeling because it was unjust, his mother taught him better than to be jealous over something. Still though, he hated seeing her cling to Green like that, she might be a really nice girl for all Red new. Maybe she made Green happier than Red could, so in turn, Red should be happy about the fact that Green had found someone to love and be loved in turn. He couldn't think about it any longer, he had enough work and stress on his plate as it was. He didn't need Green's presence distracting him, even though he knew it was already a lost cause since he knew Green was here.

"Typical nerd, I would say see you later, but a loser like you could never make it as far as the Battle Tree, only the strongest across the regions can get there and I happen to be the host. The only way you'd see me is if you turn on the TV like all the other washed up trainers."

Red raised his brows at the news, figuring by the way Green talked that this was like the Elite Four, but bigger? He was interested in seeing it, seeing all the strong trainers battle it out. He wouldn't mind seeing Green battle again in person, but he had to remember what he was here for. If he did make it to the Battle Tree, Green might get a little suspicious, after all, Red had lost horribly to Green. So he had to keep that up so Green could continue living his dream life. He reached up, adjusting the brim of his cap, falling into the act as if he'd been thoroughly embarrassed by Green's words before turning away to head towards the elevators.

So much for a stress-free vacation.

#namelessshipping #originalshipping #trainer red #trainer green #trainer blue #green oak #blue oak #fanfic #fanfiction #what if #alternate universe #au #canon divergence #green is a jerk still #red still loves him though

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TOP FIVE THINGS MASTERPOST (1/3)

so for the remaining Top Five ask meme posts, i’ve decided to consolidate into a series of three huge posts instead of destroying people’s dashes with replies.  for a series of fun, ridiculous headcanons, follow the readmore!

Playboy Nikiforov will cheat on Yuuri with the entire Russian Hockey team, and Yuuri will come crying to him and eat katsudon piroshky in his bed and Yurio will be allowed to brush the bangs out of his eyes as they lay facing each other, knees knocking together.  “You can stay as long as you want,” Yurio would say.  (Except Victor is incredibly devoted to Yuuri, and the Russian hockey team only has eyes for Yuuri anyway.)

Victor dies from a Terrible Disease.  In his last conscious moments, he grabs Yurio by the hand.  “Take care of Yuuri,” he says. “He’s always loved you.”  “I will,” Yurio responds, unplugging the life support.

“Yurio, the way you landed that quintuple axel jump after only two weeks of practicing, despite it being physically improbable makes me super hot,” Yuuri says, pushing him against the rough edge of the lockers.  “Please, take me now, take me now and wrap your well-toned and physically superior legs around me.”

Victor Nikiforov decides to make a deal with an angel to see a reality where he’s never been born, where Yurio and Katsudon got together instead, and he sees how happy Katsudon is to be constantly challenged and sexually satisfied by Yurio he completely fades from existence.

Yuuri showing up at his hotel room at three in the morning. His eyes are red.  His smile is shy, but real.  “Yuri,” he says, and the way that Yuuri says his name, his real name, is so open and meaningful.  “You’ve always been—I’ve always—“ Yuuri in his mind has said, but never finished.  Yuri’s never let it get past that.  It hurts too much.

Victor gets up before sunrise, even on days off, and is constantly trying to get Yuuri to adjust.  Yuuri hasn’t slept in to a number in double digits since leaving Hasetsu.  He misses sleep so much.

Victor doesn’t like chocolate.  What kind of serial killer is he that he doesn’t like chocolate?  What kind of animal murderer?  There has to be something wrong with him.  You don’t just not like chocolate, Victor.  

Victor hums along with songs he doesn’t even know, often trying to find the harmony (Yuuri assumes.  Victor is also pretty tone deaf).  Yuuri will try to change the song or station, but Victor just changes with it until Yuuri forces them to sit in silence.

The fifth time that Victor goes out and buys new dishes instead of washing the ones in the sink.  The third time that Victor uses the pile of dirty laundry as an excuse to go buy more designer underwear than actually do a load.

The time that Victor gets drunk and refuses to go anywhere without wearing his skates, including bed

Yuuri’s best position is reverse cowgirl, where Victor gets a face full of ass, gets to hold his cheeks while Yuuri grinds down on his dick with these tantalizing, syrup slow roll of the hips.  Sometimes Yuuri will look at him over his shoulder, biting the side of his hand as he slides down slick and needy right to the base of him, as if he can barely help himself, and the look on his face is where Victor both begins and ends.

Sometimes Yuuri can’t even look at Victor, especially when Victor is going down on him.  He’s got one hand in Victor’s hair, pulling tight, and the other over his own face.  His mouth says, “oh,” says, “oh, oh, oh, Victor, oh,” like the noise is pulled out of him and wrapped taut around Victor’s wrist.  

When Yuuri loses his shame.  “Please,” he asks Victor, “please, please, oh, deeper, please.”

Yuuri lets Victor tie him up sometimes and blind fold him to just lose all sensation.  He lives for Victor’s touches, and lack thereof.  But also the way that Victor teases him slowly like that lets all of Yuuri’s anxiety leak out of him in the best way.  “I love the noises you make like this,” Victor admits, when he drags a hand down Yuuri’s torso after an hour, touching wherever Yuuri expects it least.  The noises Yuuri makes when he least expects Victor’s hands on him are the best surprises Victor likes inflicting on him.

He loves public sex, especially after a few drinks.  He wants Victor to fuck him in an alley, wants the grime of a dumpster on his shirt front and cheek and fists, wants to get his knees muddy in a public park as he crawls over Victor behind some well manicured bushes.

Here's one for you dad - top 5 favorite AUs? (this feels so general, and honestly in my years of fic it would be too hard for me to rec just five specific AUs, so i’m going to go with general AU tropes)

superheroes / identity porn

afterlife-based AUs (heaven, hell, reaper, etc.)

inception AUs — particularly for the world building, and atmosphere.  i always love an author’s personal take on dream-building, dream-sharing, and the community that exists within this universe.

fake marriage/fake dating.  oh my god.  i’m always a slut for any variation of this stupid fucking trope.  the miscommunication!! the tension!! it’s always too much! (m and i literally went and saw “southside with you,” a movie about barack and michelle obama’s first date, and halfway through it she turned to me and was like “I HOPE THEY GET TOGETHER” and if that isn’t the most accurate description of how these stupid fics make me feel, idk)

anything original.  i think of the way etothepii and kixboxer write AUs set in very specific worlds that still reflect a similar storyline to the canon material, and translate it.  anything that does that to me is a+++.  i could literally read the same story 100 times if it’s written well.

OH SHIT NUMBER SIX AND ABO!!! PLANET MEN HAVE BABIES!!! GOD I’M A SLUT FOR THIS U G H OH OH OH AND SINGLE DADS.  SINGLE DAD MEET CUTES.  END ME.  

yurio gets drunk after he doesn’t even place at the the nebelhorn trophy.  yuuri gets silver to victor’s gold, which is at least understandable, but it was JJ who beat out yurio for bronze, and so he gets drunk, because he’s trying to be less openly angry these days, but he isn’t very good at it.  yuuri holds his hair back in the bathroom and keeps him from hitting his head on the toilet and rubs soothing circles into his back, and tells him stories about being drunk in college and drunk as a young adult that yurio won’t remember in the morning.  yurio lets him, leans into the comfortable curve of yuuri between dry heaves, muscles aching.  yuuri won’t let him sleep alone, and yurio is furious about it, the rebellious part of him wanting to DIE rather than be coddled by some second-rate skater who just so happened to beat him to the podium.  “i hate you,” yurio tells him, as yuuri holds him upright, chest against his back.  it’s his body that gives him away, curling into every touch, every way yuuri tries to soothe him and keep him from puking on himself in his sleep. “you’re too good for me.  i don’t deserve you.  just let me die.”  

the yuri’s angels instagram compiles a series of picture yuri plisetsky wearing the same scarf over the course of a month, similar to one of those OK! Magazine “WOW I REALLY LOVE MY ________” features they use for celebrities.  it’s the 200USD roberto cavalli scarf yuuri got him for his sixteenth birthday.  he’s always got his nose buried in it, or is sleeping with it as a pillow at the rink.

yuuri gets silver at pyeongchang, but he deserves the gold that yurio wins.  yurio tells him this, ashamed to wear the gold afterwards.  “you,” he says, “you did—you were—“ and that’s probably as much of a confession as he’ll ever give anyone for a very long time.

yuuri retires after he collapses pre-worlds with a busted achilles.  yurio cries at the hospital and brings him non-hospital food and tells him he guesses yuuri must be happy, because he doesn’t have to maintain a weight anymore, he can eat anything he wants.  he must have been dying to get out of competition at this point, yurio says, because he’s getting old and he hasn’t beaten yurio once this year, and— yurio tries too hard coming to terms with his retirement in the quiet, sterile hospital room, incapable of looking yuuri in the eye once.  yuuri thanks him for the secret bag of takeout, says he can’t wait to see yurio take worlds again.  yurio tells him it won’t be the same if he’s not there, and rushes out of the room as fast as possible.

mari gives birth to a baby with a thick thatch of dark hair and big, sleepy eyes.  victor is technically the father through artificial insemination, but the katsuki genes came out more dominant.  they’re all crowded at mari’s bedside, who is doped up on the good drugs with yuuri’s arms around her and victor snotting into his shirt sleeve. “she’s beautiful, she’s perfect,” victor cries, won’t stop crying.  yurio has her in his arms across the room from them, breath coming too quick holding something so delicate.  “yeah,” he says, “she looks just like yuuri.”

he makes yuuri dress as victor, just because yuuri in victor’s warm up tracksuit is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.  he even lets yuuri wear his medals and relishes the cool weight of them in between his shoulder blades as yuuri fucks him into the floor.

okay, just kidding, the hottest thing in the world to victor is yuuri katsuki in a suit, and buying a new suit and having him pretend to be an anonymous salaryman on the subway is victor’s most erotic fantasies numbered one through nineteen.  so while they don’t celebrate halloween in japan, really, victor coerces him one year when they’re back in kyushu to maybe get a new suit and maybe, sort of, kind of pretend to not know who victor is and act like he’s coming home after a week at the office, so victor can blow him in the subway bathroom.  his knees smell like piss after, and yuuri’s new suit gets stained with spunk on the jacket, but it’s definitely worth it.

sexy pikachu.

hot cop.  (i bet anything that Victor makes Yuuri pretend to pull him over, and then the real cops show up, ala Happy Endings, with Yuuri running away in short-shorts and a flashlight that was definitely lubed up to stick in his or Victor’s ass).

he makes yuuri dress like titus in this scene from unbreakable kimmy schmidt.  “seduce me with all you have when i come home,” he says, handing yuuri a bucket of corn to shuck.  

#yuri on ice #headcanons #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #victuuri #five things #replies