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yuri on ice is such a beautiful anime but i know its just going to be dwindled down to nothing but fan service and that makes me mad

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sevens after ending has me all kinds of fucked up what the he ck????

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*uses lol lmao and rip as punctuation*

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guys... please forgive me for not doing anything for the past few weeks. a combination of work and visiting family and travelling has completely destroyed my motivation to write. i’ll try and jump on here a little more but ???? no promises

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               and she’s cold, all bundled up in layers of borrowed warmth as her boots clicked against the sidewalks pavement. she wasn’t planning on stopping, but the smell of blood caught her attention and peaked her interest. “Yo, you alright?”

HES ALL bloodied up. Dripping crimson. Close tattered. Scratched. Bruised.  And on top of that all, laying limp in the long shadow of a building. Oh hes not dead. He’s just taking a nap at the worst of times. No big deal.

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headcanon 2

               maud has a fat, fluffy black cat named merga and she loves her.

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me: *calls a person my own age “kid”*

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Myself @ me: you need to wake up earlier so you don’t waste the day Me @ myself: sorry I was sleeping and just saw this lol wyd

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i’m always a slut for poor decisions

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loser:

Some spells were invented for that shit, she says…

     “I just dont want my Ma’ to turn to dust because she lets the wand do all the work.”

    Murphy sits down on that thought and leans the phone against his shoulder as he types; eyes scanning the bright screen like some kind of robot drone. It’s not even a minute later when the file pops up; indicating that they did indeed carry a few copies in one of the corner sections. “…it’s here. We have a few left.” He should leave a note for his Mom…

               “Please, my mum uses hers for everythin’ and she turned out alright.” she was constantly running around the store doing this, that and everything. in one room she’d have the tarot cards sorting themselves in one room and the cauldron stirring itself in another, all while she’s preparing dinner upstairs. she was a superwoman in every sense of the word. 

               “Good, make sure you keep one on hold. Pretty sure the lady said she’d drop by tomorrow.” it was at this point that maud glanced over at the clock and realised the store should have closed five minutes ago, so she removed her feet from the counter and made her way over to the door to flip the sign around and lock up. “Mum’s out collectin’ herbs tonight, you should come round to entertain me. Bring pizza or somethin’.”

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               maud rose a brow in response, unsure as to whether she should trust him or not. he obviously knows what she is (or hes just making a very spot on assumption) despite having never met before. he had also said ‘as well’, suggesting he was also of magical decent, but she had never seen him around before. what a puzzling predicament she had found herself in. “I dunno, tell me how you know who I am and you might walk away from here without green skin and a croak.”

𝓚 • 𝓐𝓵𝓸𝓲𝓼 • ♥  ⤵                        ❛   Yo-you’re a witch a-as well?

             What of stuff do you kk-know?  ❜  Don’t mind him, he’s just a little too happy too excited. 

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halsionic

               in front of the pokemon sun and moon display they both stood, plucking each from the shelves and examining the slipcovers of the upcoming game. neither had spoken to one another yet, and maud would be lying if she said it didn’t feel at least a little awkward, so she decided to lighten the mood. “Hey, know what Pichu’s favourite place to visit is?” she asked, and although her eyes were still scanning the display, she smirked. “Machu Pichu.”

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     He cringes despite the fact that she cant see his expression. “It’s in check…for now.” His socks were dry and and his hair was still free from the heaviness of condensed frozen water hanging on the ends…he’d like to keep it that way. “I had the fans set up to dry it but Ma insisted magic…again.” Speaking of the Witch, he ends up poking his head into an office located near the check out desk to find her. But She wasn’t there. “She’s not here so I’ll look up the book, I guess.”

               teasing him about his inability to control his emotions is one of her favourite things to do. some may call her a bitch for bullying him, but her mother taught her never to lie, so who was she to disagree? “You know, relyin’ on magic isn’t a bad thing. Some spells were invented for shit like that.” they weren’t really, but she needed to get her point across. “Please do. I probably could have done it myself but, you know... lazy.”