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ok so!! im putting this blog on a semi-hiatus because i’m making yet another rp blog, but it’s out of fandom and idk anyone who’s actually in that fandom. so, if you want the url to the blog, hmu!

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ortustella:

        The first thought that came to mind when the girl told him why she was there was ‘shit, that sucks’. Yuri knew he’d go fucking batshit not being allowed to skate for a prolonged period of time, but any skater he knew would be the same way, just of varying levels of it. Eyebrows raised when she suddenly started sifting through her bag, and they went higher still the longer they stood there and she was still looking for something.

        Snorting a laugh at her reassurance that it wasn’t poisoned of all things, it was good to know even though Yuri was pretty sure there wasn’t a bounty on his head somewhere to have to worry about. But hearing words that were all too familiar from coming out of his own mouth, Yuri grinned for a moment. He could practically hear Lillia in his head with ‘don’t use unattractive words’ “Be glad my choreographer isn’t around, she yells at me all the time for swearing even if she knows I don’t give a shit about it.” As if that bit of language wouldn’t prove his point or anything.

        “How’d you know where to find me?” A split second passed by and Yuri was pulling up his Instagram feed again. If there was one thing he was suspicious of, it was his fangirls, and if he found a post saying where to find Yuri skating at, he’d be pissed.

zuki felt reassured seeing yuri’s expression straying from negativity at her comment about the state of the cookies, allowing herself to relax. although she wouldn’t admit it, she was anxious about meeting him. she wasn’t nearly as famous as yuri, and felt inferior to him. however, she continued to remind herself that he’s still a teenager, and life wasn’t like hollywood, with those snooty rich people in the movies. god, she hated those.

❝ shit, cussin’ is a part’a m’ bein’, man. i can’ live without a ‘shit’ or a ‘damn’ or a ‘fuck’ in every sentence. jus’ doesn’ feel righ’, y’know? ❞ the girl chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck and tilting her head a slight bit. ❝ ain’ she tha’ prima ballerina chick? th’ one wit’ th’ cheekbones? those things’re so sharp they could cut glass. ❞

at his question, she gives a sheepish grin. ❝ one’a m’ rivals-- we’re on good terms-- told me, ‘cuz i guess she practices ‘round here, too. i figured you’d be kinda easier t’ talk to than a hot shot like tha’ nikiforov dude. i mean, yer still cool ‘n all, but we’re around th’ same age, so... yeah. less intimidation, i guess. heh. ❞

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my blog is still under construction, but could you do me a favor and reblog/like this post if you’d be willing to rp with a yuri on ice oc? i’m new to this fandom, so i’d really appreciate it!

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ortustella:

        Yuri had a date with pirozhki waiting for him, so he hadn’t planned on stopping for anything after practice aside from getting a snack to hold him over. Practices were rough, especially while the competitive season was still going on. He was in the middle of squirting more water into his mouth and pulling up Instagram on his phone before he heard his name and he stopped.

        Immediately the disdain on his face was apparent. The Angels had been good about never bugging him outside of a competition, but if they found his home rink he might be screwed. But as soon as she said ‘junion women’s league’ his face immediately relaxed. He’d never come across another skater in the Angels, so he was safe at least for now from getting bombarded. He didn’t follow the women’s league aside from Mila since she was his rinkmate, so the name just given to him was unfamiliar. Damn, he had to use English. He understood her just fine, but the Russian was always more comfortable using his native tongue.

        “……..You came to Russia just to say that to me?” If her answer was yes, Yuri wouldn’t know if he should be impressed or annoyed. Conversing with other skaters wasn’t something he did too often.

zuki could tell he’d probably had a long day, so she kept a soft smile on her face in hopes of giving the boy some sense of comfort. after passing out on the ice on live television, the korean youth was barred from competing for the rest of the season, something that was embarrassing enough to her that it took a trip to russia to get her to come out of her room. she felt a great sense of shame when out in public, but seeing how yuri didn’t seem to know her name, she felt at ease. 

❝ tha’s, like... half’a th’ reason. i fucked up on th’ ice ‘n i can’ participate anymore for th’ rest’a th’ season, so m’ brother-- tha’ asshole-- decided t’ be a dumbass ‘n spend m’ last round’a earnin’s doin’ whatever th’ hell i wanted. oh, uh, ‘nough ‘bout me, though! ❞ with that last exclamation, zuki began rummaging through the satchel that hung from her right shoulder to her left hip. it took a good two minutes until she let out an ‘ah-ha!’ and pulled out a small, tightly wrapped bag.

❝ i! made some cookies. ya don’ have t’ eat ‘em or nothin’, but i know i get hungry after practice ‘n stuff. they’re not poisoned or nothin’, so... ❞ ...she pauses, looking straight at him with a blank face before shaking her head. ❝ forget tha’ las’ statemen’. holy fuck, ‘m awkward. sorry. ❞

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little reminder

tripped out;; if you’re a mutual: you have full permission to TAG me in anything, SEND me anything, ASK me anything, basically DO anything.

I’m not scary, I won’t get annoyed, I won’t even feel bothered if you did something. Anything, really - because heyo we’re buddies since we stalk each other, wink wonk.

You wanna send that one thing? DO it. You wanna talk and ask for my Skype? DO it. You wanna tag and make me look at something? DO it.

So, if we’re mutuals and you got full permission to: fill up my notifications, stuff the inbox, chuck me a few IMs, whatever you wanna do. I will not get mad - I’m letting you do this. So don’t be shy and come pop in at anytime, lovelies!

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❝ it fucks me up tha’ ‘m gonna be th’ shortes’ senior women’s skater in th’ entire world. ❞

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neamhiomlan:

     that can’t be any sort of good.  zuki looks about ready to pass out.  rory offers a hand, for zuki to lean on a person instead.  does she have family they can get a hold of, so she can be somewhere safe?  or is zuki ALL ALONE in the world, with nobody to care for her?  rory frowns some, typing with their other hand,  ‘can i get a hold of somebody for you?’

she quickly shakes her head, before putting a hand up hold her forehead, her free hand grabbing rory’s and squeezing it lightly as a spell of dizziness overwhelms her. ❝ m’... m’ brother’s... ❞ she begins, pausing as the world stops spinning. ❝ ...a-at work. i don’... wanna disturb ‘im... p-plus, he’ll probably blame you. ❞

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after hitting her head on the ice and passing out on live tv, zuki’s currently laying in a hospital bed with a concussion, continuously rewinding the program on the television to watch her fail over, and over, and over again.

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ok im goin to bed rn but

pls like this post if i owe u a reply!

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purblinded:

“what if i run into a wall, though?”  ya nuo asks softly, somewhat sheepishly, even as they blindly reach for zuki’s hand to hold it.  “i used to be into sports, i’m just…  AFRAID I’LL HURT SOMEONE.  afraid i’ll hurt you.”  the emphasis on you is a heavy one.

with a gentle smile, she notices their hand’s movement and places her own petite hand over theirs, giving it a light squeeze. ❝ we all make mistakes, ya nuo. if ya run int’ a wall, i’ll help ya get off th’ ice so i can check if ya hit it bad or not. concussions’re no joke. but, i won’ let ya get hurt. i’ll guide ya through everythin’, okay? no one’s gonna get hurt. plus, if ya think runnin’ int’ a wall is embarassin’, try fallin’ face-first ont’ th’ ice on live tv. ❞

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purblinded:

they’d be more intimidated if they could see.  AOI IS NO SCARY MAN TO THEM, just an overprotective brother.  “well see, i AM thankful that that’s not the case, because i didn’t want to do zuki any harm.  BUT INTIMIDATING A DISABLED MINOR doesn’t look good in your book, i just wanna point that out.  i’m trying to make it up to your sister, hence the overdose in girl scout cookies, && FEEBLE ATTEMPTS AT FRIENDSHIP.  since she didn’t have a heart attack, no point in ruining your perfectly good mood over one, yeah?”

glaring daggers at them, he lets go of their shirt, dropping them back down to the ground. ❝ you think yer th’ shit, don’ ‘cha? th’ li’l badass of the town, huh? ❞ he mocks them, bending down to face them. ❝ you keep runnin’ tha’ spoiled li’l mouth’a yers ‘n yer gonna be a newly deceased disabled minor, got it? ❞ he lifts his leg up high, before placing his foot on their chest and pushing them back. ❝ scram, you li’l rat. zuki’s got better things t’ worry about than a girl scout. ❞

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purblinded:

“i don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

ya nuo doesn’t want to admit to being afraid of falling, after all.  but it’s a shrug, && “i can’t see the rink.  what if i ran into someone, or the wall?  THAT’S JUST ASKING FOR SOMETHING TO GO WRONG.  how long have you been working on this routine for?”

❝ tha’s why i’d be helpin’ ya. ❞ zuki asserts, patting their back. ❝ nuh-uh, don’ go changin’ th’ subject! i’d be holdin’ yer hands th’ entire time, ‘n guidin’ ya around! ‘s like wha’ m’ brother did wit’ me when i started skatin’. i’ve only been workin’ on th’ routine for about a month, though. ❞

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purblinded:

“i have a wagon full outside.  I’LL GO GET SOME.  give me one second.”

“my blind ass thought you were my neighbor && I CRAWLED IN THROUGH YOUR WINDOW.  sorry for accidentally breaking in.”

with that, the man swirls them around to face him, before lifting them up by their shirt collar and holding them just centimeters away from his face. 

❝ do you know what you could’a done, brat? m’ baby sis has a bad heart. you could’a given ‘er a heart attack. you better be fuckin’ thankful tha’ th’ headlines ain’ “crazed girl scout breaks int’ famous skater’s house”, you little fuckin’ shit. ❞

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after hitting her head on the ice and passing out on live tv, zuki’s currently laying in a hospital bed with a concussion, continuously rewinding the program on the television to watch her fail over, and over, and over again.

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after hitting her head on the ice and passing out on live tv, zuki’s currently laying in a hospital bed with a concussion, continuously rewinding the program on the television to watch her fail over, and over, and over again.

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heeeyyy i’ll probably be on later because rn i’m not doin too great mentally so!! ilu guys and i hope u have great days

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neamhiomlan:

     ‘need hospital?’

     the phone’s quickly handed to zuki.  rory’s trying to figure out what the hell is WRONG WITH HER.  she says she’s overdone it, but that’s not just OVEREXERTION if they’ve ever heard it.  she looks like she’s going to pass out, or worse, && RORY ISN’T SURE WHAT TO DO.

she opens her eyes to examine the text, before she hands it back to them with a shaky hand and a weak smile. ❝ nuh uh. this... this happens all th’ time. i-i’ll be okay. i jus’ need t’ rest for... a day or two. ❞ zuki finally bends over to unlace her skates, before she leans against the concrete wall, closing her eyes. ❝ ...thanks for th’ concern, rory... ‘s appreciated. ❞