I've thought of it;;

I D O N ' TfightA L O N E..

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curtainedknives replied to your post:                            i get on for five minutes to check this...                

   “Are you gunna answer them though?”   

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          i get on for five minutes to check this blog and I have like four questions all centered around ‘are you the big or little spoon’, ‘thongs or briefs’, and questions about my ethnicity having an effect on my anatomy why.

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exspiravitae:

     LFG gonna kill the Stupid Ice Dancer Guy world boss, need people to stand around and watch in abject horror while I work.

            I CALLED YOU A VOLPINO NOT A POMERANIAN

       IT’S DIFFERENT.

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           i would also like to thank all my friends for supporting me through this great crisis and no Salim don’t hack people’s blogs.

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           i have ten dog lover blogs following me now and not once have I seen a poodle on any of them I think maybe I’m offended

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔬𝔪 ::Chapter Intermission::

           @l-promised-him @whatliveson

I’ll keep it - - close,           This love that you’ve [all] shared;;

A frigid chemical response - the salted water beneath the blades held a solid form as long as long as he remained, only to melt lazily as soon as the man’s form glided further out from shore.          A lithe arch to the back, a subtle tilt of the knee, and his speed increased in a wide arc, bringing a toned form about with arms outstretched, only to suddenly bring his entire frame inward, in the position of a nervous child attempting to hide from the world within their knees. He was a blur for several long moments, before a lax few fingertips reached out toward the heavens, and he was once again creating circular patterns within the sea.

The dark-haired athlete had been doing this for over thirty minutes now - he appeared as though he might be performing some ritualistic dance to inquire the sea for assistance, but truly.. it was because when he practiced on his own, it was easier for him to work out chronic anxieties.. this specific program, while he was currently wearing the incorrect outfit for it, was of his life, after all.. Maybe if he could come up with new steps.. he could understand how to proceed.

            They were heading back to Russia, his ‘coach’ had gone ahead of he and the golden-haired punk, in order to watch the ‘Ice-tiger’ perform ... his earphones had been in the whole time, but there had been no screaming, no announcement of a crash, but when he awoke, it had been admist a wild landscape...               ... the plane, all the people on it... were gone, there wasn’t even a trace of them, he didn’t see bodies or survivors, pieces of debris... there was nothing but a few pieces of luggage. So he had done what he expected many would - he panicked and ran from the site of trauma, as soon as he noted his phone was defunct. Brightly huen glasses lay just a few feet away, partially buried in snow, and in his haste to flee, he would end up crushing them into an unusable mess.

          He tripped, of course, like a maiden in a horror movie, falling directly onto his face, momentarily, and had reached back to throw and possibly curse whatever had impeded him, only to unearth a small crate, stamped with a foreign symbol and the text ‘Vegapunk’ underneath. Inside were, strangely enough, two pairs of adjustable ice skates... with odd blinking lights and several buttons, levers and the like strewn across the face.

They seemed to work fine... they fit well...                   An invisible life was held a loft and then brought in close to the amber-eyed silver-medalist, as frosted air continued to allow him to remain just above the water... Maybe he could.. just go?                  Try and find another island, one that was actually inhabited?

                                                                    Even if I don’t know how -_                                                                     ;;[[DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME]]

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curtainedknives:

“YOU SPOKE TOO QUICKLY- I DONT UNDERSTAND– !!! C’mere Khin’zirin-Yuuri!”

The door was forced open (the how here didn’t matter) and a hand launched inside before pulling over the bespectacled boy, drawing him backwards until a small ‘fwump’ resounded off his chest - the source of the smell! It had come out on his own it seems except ah- …With a deep inhale and a few moments to regard the smell, he frowned for a moment.

“I think I’m wrong. It must be Dai-Akh, Katsuki-Katsuki smells purely of dog at the moment”

I’ll keep it - - close,           This love that you’ve [all] shared;;

How he had even managed to articulate that much English in one breath was actually quite the feat - he could have exclaimed in his native tongue, but inside that rabbit-heart of his was a distinct pride, and so, evidently, he truly wanted the tall foreigner to comprehend his distress.      So as he sat within the broom closet, he pondered if this was his fate, at times, this scenario..             And then.. bright light from behind him, the athlete let out a small shriek, which immediately cut itself off as soon as his back hit the warmth of another. 

 ... being from a polite society, where contact was somewhat taboo... wasn’t this a bit intimate?          He was used to familiar faces invading his personal space with a hug or the like.. but to be facing another direction, while hot breath blew past the shell of an ear..     

                      “...   that’s the first time I’ve heard you say my first name.”

An idle observation, made in a voice that barely reached the normal spectrum of sound, he had no way of translating what was attached to it, but it didn’t sound bad at all.       The nickname regarding his hesitant nature wasn’t minded, he never corrected it, just in case Salim .. really thought that was his full epithet.. ..

                 “I had to give Makachiin a bath this morning.                          .. .. wait - how do you know that I even like - -             Are you stalking my Instagram?”

                                                                    Even if I don’t know how -_                                                                     ;;[[DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME]]

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In regards to;; [[ 🐷 ]] - @mxltis

I’ll keep it - - close,           This love that you’ve [all] shared;;

                                    ( ( “Li?” ) )

A questioning tone - echoing across the rink. Fingers slipped into a secure pocket on his athlete’s jacket, slipping them over the bridge of his nose in order to qualify just what he had seen.     Her posture was that of a skater who had just messed up their routine, he had seen it many a time, and had assumed that stance time and time again... She tried to hide it, of course... one would, for their pride, or for the sake of another..

  But Li wasn’t an athlete, her life... what would she get so emotional about that she would have to shed tears upon the ice?

                                             “Oh, wow.” There were many others who would be far more.. appropriate, to handle the situation... the young athlete was not known for his incredible intuition or people skills..          What could he do?     ... perhaps the best course was simple.. ..               ... he didn’t know how this would help, but being allowed to skate with, or for, them,  truly had changed his life.           It was a soft approach, a fabricated, melancholy smile - a skid of blades against the frozen shallows, and his palm had a slender shoulder in a firm grip.                    “I think you’d do well with jumps that also use your arms -       want me to show you a Lutz?”     

                                                                    Even if I don’t know how -_                                                                     ;;[[DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME]]

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Delicate digits, holding a small cactus, moved towards the male before holding the small plant in front of the other as a little 'sorry' gift for the missing glasses due to her being unable to find the said glasses, Aiko felt bad and wanted to give the cactus, hopefully the raven didn't dislike the little desert plant. "I apologize for the glasses.. I hope everything turned out okay."

@yxsashii

I’ll keep it - - close,           This love that you’ve [all] shared;;

His eyes were graced with an extra pair of spectacles, previously left at his hotel, which.. at the very least, allowed him to be able to watch her approach with reverent curiosity.         She was kind, he knew, for she had wanted to help him despite having no basis for it, but to even go as far as to apologize for something that she hadn’t even been blamed for.. . that was too much, wasn’t it?                  It was a tentative palm that extended to take the little plant, the beginnings of amusement  raising the edges of fairly youthful lips into a soft smile.                                   

           “Don’t worry, you couldn’t tell by looking at me, but..       I’m an athlete, so these get broken pretty often if I ever decide to wear them during practice.            You don’t have to apologize for Salim-san, though, I mean..    Ahaha.. I don’t even know if he really did it!”Mirth fell from a perpetually anxious chest in the form of quiet, unobtrusive laughter, medium pitches lowering slightly for the feat.      Bright tigerseye shifted downward, again, toward the gift, as he mused over where they would be able to put it so that their rambunctious poodle couldn’t get too curious.

                   “Do you grow these yourself?         It’s really pretty.”   

                                                                     Even if I don’t know how -_                                                                     ;;[[DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME]]

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In regards to;;MEMES| | -presents URL a long with the mochi CAKES U DESTROYED.-

Send me your URL and I’ll tell you || @ainiitsuite

My Opinion on;

Character in general: UGLY SOBS OVER YURI. I just??? When you said you were going to be making him I literally wept with joy (okay not really but I’m dramatic AF). I just???? Yuri stole my heart when I first started watching that show. I love how shy and reserved he is, yet how strong and outgoing he can be at the same time. Despite how short the show was there was so much development in his character AND THAT’S MY KINK so I just love this man so much thank you for making him. How they play them: Fuck me man I just? He’s perfection? I can’t even come up with any negatives or anything. I can hear him, see him, and just about everything else in between? It’s not fair. You’re such an amazing writer and your muses are so freaking amazing. You are Yuri and I’ll fight anyone who says ya ain’t. The Mun: What the heck do I even say about Turtle? We have the most random conversations ranging from Maveric and Loni’s kids and how much bickering would go on to Yuri and how shitty he is with people crying to how I’m a good friend because I’d raise him from the dead using a twelve butt resurrection ceremony. I never fail to smile when I see a post or message from him and just?? I love Turtle. He’s the best. 

Do I:

RP with them: -LicksthisYuriandclaimsasmine- Yes. Always and forever. You can’t get rid of me anymore I love your muse (well muses) too much. Want to RP with them:  YES. ALL THE TIME. 

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

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Wanna try Shisha? B)))))

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I’ll keep it - - close,           This love that you’ve [all] shared;;

Having so many international acquaintances, all of which were a bit eccentric in their own varied regard, the young athlete wracked his brain for a moment for a translation into his native tongue - - and immediately shook his head.        .. it didn’t even have to be something… unsavory, or at least, incredibly illegal, but he was not a man known to be at all stable in the face of either a lack of inhibitions, or even simulated drive - the pictures… it had just been wine, at the time, but those individuals who he had mercilessly crushed in half-naked dancing competitions…. their lives would never be the same.

                        “N-No!”

Palms raised, immediately, in both the universal sign of ‘STOP’,  though the young man’s head was lowered slightly in a vague apology.

                               “Have you ever tried anything… else, recreational?              Have you ever skated, before, maybe? Or even soccer?                               We could make tea, that’s herbal, too!”                         

                                                                        Even if I don’t know how -_                                                                     ;;[[DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME]]    

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BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR = = "I HAVE MOCHI CAKES."

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   “Yuriiiiii!” Practically squealing with delight the instant her dear friend popped his head through her door, Li couldn’t help but to beam a smile. The book she had been reading with dropped from her grip, falling to the floor with a loud thud. The pitter patter of bare feet against wood would echo throughout the room as the assassin launched herself into the air intending on tackling the other to the ground. 

               Mochi and all. 

    Although, she knew better than to just do so without attempting to protect him as they fell (by now she had come to realize her strength was greater than his in cases such as these) so as soon as she was able to latch onto him she wrapped her arms around the back of his head. This way if they fell she’d be able to brace his fall. 

     Kind of like a cushion.       A human cushion…          Maybe I could make a living out of being one… 

    Brown hues focused onto the skater’s own, her grin still plastered onto her face as she leaned forward, lips pressing against the other’s nose. 

    “Neh, neh let’s eat those and watch some cute romcoms. I can make us some hot chocolate and we can just hang out okay!” She’s not going to give him a choice in the matter to be honest. They are going to spend the day together doing cute friend things and that’s final. 

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   is that a yes   

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Have you ever murdered a person?

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I’ll keep it - - close,           This love that you’ve [all] shared;;

   At this moment, he’s far more concerned about the fact the king of death itself was asking him about his kill record than the actual inquiry.

   Quietly mouths ‘help me’ in the direction of the heavens.

    Or toward the sea, or directly behind him, maybe that bird right there could assist.

                                                                        Even if I don’t know how -_                                                                     ;;[[DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME]]    

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Will you share the incredible work-out routine you developed in order to transform your porkishly rotund body into a raging hot work of art???

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                                  “…”

A vacant expression, asinine descriptions making laps and landing double salchows around his skull in a desperate attempt to comprehend what was just asked of him, and why.

                (porkishly rotund body)

                             (raging hot…) (porkishly…)                                          (Raging hot work of art.)

In the end, he had no answer, and continued to sit in stunned silence until he was either asked something else, or left there.

                                                                        Even if I don’t know how -_                                                                     ;;[[DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME]]

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Have you thought about wearing contacts while you skate - so you're not always squinting helplessly at the scoreboards at the end of a program, buddy?

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      … a pause, and bright tigerseye shifted up, down.. sideways, towards his feet, then up again - this wasn’t the first time the subject of his glasses and dismal eyesight had been a topic or issue..     It was far easier, as a somewhat rabbit-hearted individual, to pour their soul and intent into movement, to just be able to listen to the music, and allow his will to be shaped into a single performance - - if he couldn’t see all those faces, even if just for a moment, he could relax.            If he could just hear their support, it was encouraging, but it was easy to get visually overwhelmed and miss a step, or see a single expression denoting judgement, and lose heart..

     The chronic silver-medalist simply did not want to see anything clearly, just yet.If the world was a blur, it was mutable - flexible, he could adjust it as need be, as he lacked the confidence otherwise, to see things how they truly were in a time of heated blood and stifling pressure.

                                           “Yes.”

But he wouldn’t - a Gaussian blur wasn’t so bad.

                                                                        Even if I don’t know how -_                                                                     ;;[[DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME]]