he's the angel of my life :

i ’ v e    g o t    a    f e e l i n g    i t ’ s    n e v e r    t o o    l a t e
i close my eyes and see myself how my dreams will come true

colored&edited official sketch (x)


Hey, Jonah!

Hey, Cyrus!

Viktor Nikiforov is ABSOLUTELY the kind of person to wake up from anesthesia after dental work and remember the exact base score value of a quadruple toe loop, but not his own husband’s name.

“How are you feeling, Vitya?”

“WHO ARE YOU?” Viktor’s mouth is, of course, full of cotton balls, so it comes out as “WOO ROOO???” but Yuuri’s been married to him for three years. He gets the gist.

“I’m Yuuri.” 


“No, I’m your husband.”

“NO WAAAAAAY.” Viktor smiles so wide that a cotton ball and some spit come out of his mouth.

“Gross, Vitya.” Yuuri leans over to wipe his chin. “You’re worse than Makkachin.”


“Your dog.”

“I HAVE A DOG?!” Viktor tries to put his hands on his heart–he ends up just grabbing one pec in each hand, effectively groping himself. “THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.”

i think it’s a blessing that i’ve been skating since i was a child and it’s still fun to me to this day, and it’d be wonderful if i could keep on feeling like this!”

original sketch by mitsurou kubo (x)
edited/cleaned/coloured by @nikiforoov