#Ivan breaking a flower in front of Till...

[geospiral]

The images on the store page are probably going to be some of the only pictures that most of us will get to see from the artbook since uploading images most likely is not allowed, but I will take anything I get!!

[rayas-ryoiki-tenkai]

red ✮⋆˙

an ivantill tragedy ✮ spoilers ✮ mentions of violence

Red. Pretty red, threaded in beads across the expanse of snowfall. Scarlet stars, those that burn and stretch with a snarl to be seen, those that curl within themselves until the energy churns and wipes everything clean away.

So pretty, in the scent of drying blood. A fresh stream breaks past the scab on his cheekbone; eyes of the same blackening crimson catch the stray and Ivan can’t have any part of Till go to waste.

He pokes a finger on the latter’s cheek, pupils darkening when another slot of blood shows face and a dab ends up on his finger. Till smacks away the hand with bite in his words but Ivan can’t quite hear it. The blood is centre-stage. So bold and pretty, he thinks, as if the softest curve of Till’s skin slashed to feed Ivan’s curiosity.

Ivan drags his tongue to have a taste.

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Red are the eyes of metal chassis’s and the claws of disfigured creatures. Red, like the bright shine of an apple, a distant dream of a child’s curiosity on how the crunch of the fruit feels in his mouth. Ivan catches that yearn in Till’s winged eyes, like they dreamt of a bird’s freedom beyond the galaxies. Red is the falling rocks that promise him infinite wishes and all Ivan can think about is giving them to him.

Red shines in the green of his eyes. A mangle of colours better than the paintings of a quiet night sky. What could a wish grant him that the wonder in those eyes couldn’t?

Still, their young hands are locked, paired with the uptick of childish laughter, and Ivan couldn’t wish for anything else.

Till falters, slipping his hand away. He turns and Ivan smiles because even his back looks pretty in the red span of soft colour. Red like the binds that cuff into Till in punishment. Red like the flower chains that barely graze his fingertips. Red is the blaze in Till's eyes as he watches from within the pod and the falling figure of the woman who never loved him.

Red. It's always been red. The punctures in shapes of crescent moons as Till cries, red under his own nails. Ivan adores the look. It looks so bare and broken, the forbidden red in verdant tears, like someone drew a blade in the scattered northern lights to bleed it dry.

It's so pretty. Ivan can't stop looking, pupils blown to take the image of Till wholly and entirely, embellish it to the forefront of his mind and burn it on his tongue. Those sharp eyes that seem larger than life, but squint with a grit of teeth when they shift in Ivan's direction like the sight of him is repulsive.

At he's looking.

It's why he doesn't mind. Because, amidst the rain and the breathy notes of Till's voice, Ivan can only envy the water that collects in silver hair and track down the brandish on Till's neck. His heartbeat is eager to reach, knocks the front of his chest to voice the lost confession of his lips.

So Ivan steps off, drops the microphone with a clatter and impeccable posture of an idol beaten into shape. The long flaps of his white coat flutters behind him in the wind. His hand finds the back of Till's neck.

Red, he sees, when their lips touch. Red in the brimming squelch of something warm glowing in his chest as Ivan tilts against soft, shallow lips. Red, so pretty, that living flutter in the walls of his heart that remind Ivan of how fated his love will be. How, among the tragedy that is the alien stage, Ivan wills the finale of this round with the searing of lips. His eyes squeeze as if to retain the memory for as long as he is able to.

⋆˙The numbers track. It's been one-sided from the beginning. Ivan wraps two solid hands around the other's neck, akin to caressing the fragility of a baby chick, because this time Till won't be victim to the red imposed on him. Ivan bears the weight when he recoils from a bullet in his side.

Red, he coughs out, and Ivan's eyes are warm again. Red, like this is length of his confession fated for him in this lifetime. Red smacks against the floor and the smile fixes on Ivan's face for as long as Till will continue to see him.

Red. He leaves behind. Red that pools around Till's shoes. Red is the colour that flares in Till's eyes, similar to how he had caught in Ivan's between his stupidly koala antics. Till thinks to ask for Ivan to hold onto him once again.

The universe darkens. Space stretches and fades around the both of them. Red. It's always been red. Perhaps that is his fate; to feel the brunt end of his reality and the red that taints his hands.

For the first time, Till doesn't see pink, nor the bold yellow of Mizi's eyes. All he sees is red.

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[pizzaintheuk]

About two month ago started a new Sims 4 account which has a Hetalia character as townies. I don’t have all the packs for Sims 4 but I do use a lot of Mods to do this. Most of the house building I found online.

Each household has background and drama which was fun the think about. I have written over 10 pages of notes for this town so enjoy.   

Luper Family

Boris Luper (Bulgaria) - CHILD, VAMPIRE Traits – Cheerful/ Aspiration – Whiz Kid  

Vladimir Luper (Romania) - ADULT, VAMPIRE Traits – Good, Cheerful, Family- Oriented/ Aspiration – Good Vampire

Mai - (Cat) Traits – Affectionate, Clever, Friendly

Vladimir (Vlad) adopted Boris because of his vampire powers

They took Mia in as most people think black cats are unlucky

Vald doesn’t need the money but has a part time job at a coffee shop

Vlad and Arthur have afternoon tea once a month

Vlad wants Boris to be creative so he started playing the violin

Positive atmosphere in the house

Vlad will cook for Boris as he can still eat human food however not very good

Vlad is a good vampire

Vlad hobby is annoying Elizabeta  

Boris talks to Mia when Vlad goes out

Oxenstierna Family  

Berwald Oxenstierna (Sweden) - YOUNG ADULT Traits – Family – Oriented, Bookworm, Perfectionist/ Aspiration – Successful Lineage

Simon Oxenstierna (Denmark) - YOUNG ADULT Traits – Bro, Goofball, Self- Assured/ Aspiration – Fabuluosly Wealthy

Tino Oxenstierna (Finland) - YOUNG ADULT Traits – Good, Goofball, Cheerful/ Aspiration – Soulmate

Lukas Bondevik (Norway) - YOUNG ADULT/MAGIC Traits – Family- Oriented, Love Outdoors, Bookworm/ Aspiration – Purveyor of Polions

Emil Bondevik (Iceland) - TEEN Traits – Gloomy, Loner/ Aspiration - Angling Ace

Charlotte (Dog) Traits – Jumpy, Smart, Independent

Berwald and Tino are married, Simon is in a relationship with Lukas and Emil is Lukas brother.

Berwald and Simon are brothers but 90% they can’t agree to anything which leave them fighting over stupid things. For example TV remote, who cleaning up and food shopping

Simon is a Manager of a top end company, to bad he to lazy to move out.  

Everyone love Charlotte that the dog get the best treats and love.

Emil keep to himself and hide in the bedroom. No one know he seeing someone 😛

Lukas is over protective with Emil

Tino is a stay at home mum so he does most of the cleaning which Lukas help out using magic

Berwald my find it difficult expressing himself with words but he good at writing it down. His works as a writer.

Simon my be a pain but always help out with bills  

Tino take any holiday seriously!

Wang Family  

Yao Wang (China) - ADULT Traits – Materialistic, Family- Oriented, Foodie/ Aspiration – Master Chef

Kiku Wang (Japan) - TEEN Traits – Genious, Geek/ Aspiration – Computer Whiz

Li Xiao Wang (Hong Kong) - TEEN Traits – Creative, Gloomy/ Aspiration – Musical Genius  

Im Yong Wang (South Korea) - CHILD Traits – Goofball/ Aspiration – Artistic Prodigy

Lin Yi Wang (Taiwan) Traits – Cheerful/ Aspiration – Rambunctious

Pochi (Dog) Traits – Loyal, Smart, Adventurous  

Yao work as a Chef  

Lin Yi wanted a dog for a very long time so Yao after work went and bought a dog so she can shut up.  

Yao favourite is Kiku because of his talent this make Li Xi jealous.  

Yao too old to deal with drama.

Every meal everyone must come to the table and sit together as a family

Lin Yi and Im Yong are trouble maker when bored.

Kiku goes to see Alfred for game night

Lin Yi love flowers  

Li Xiao goes to Emil for emotional support

Yao helps other household with meals

Belischmidt Family  

Gilbert Belischmidt (Prussia) - ADULT Traits – Family –Oriented, Self- Assured, Dog Lover/ Aspiration – Friend of the Animals

Ludwig Belischmidt (German) - TEEN Traits – Active, Bookworm/ Aspiration –Academic

Aster (Dog) Traits – Smart, Couch Potato, Friendly

Blockie (Dog) Traits – Adventurous, Active, Independent

Berlitz (Dog) Traits – Sleuth, Couch Potato, Friendly  

Gilbert work as a manual laborer great at his job and the people love him

Francis or Antonio will walk into the house at random times

All dogs are well behaviour and won't hurt anybody

Ludwig can be shy when near to Feliciano

Every Sunday they have a father and son time which include playing football or watch TV

Gilbert is trying to give up drinking because one time he got so drunk Ludwig had to help him get home.

Gilbert and Elizabeta are rivals with who can do the most push ups  

Ludwig very close to his dad will ask about anything

Gilbert want more dogs in the future

Ludwig need to relax than worry what other people will think about him 

Edelstein Family  

Roderick Edelstein (Austria) - ADULT Traits – Snob, Lazy, Music Lover/ Aspiration – Musical Genius  

Elizabeta Edelstein (Hungary) - ADULT Traits – Active, Good, Cat Lover/ Aspiration – Bodybuilder

Feliciano Edelstein (North Italy) - TEEN Traits – Creative, Art Lover/ Aspiration – Painter Extraordinaire  

Buffi (Cat) Traits – Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy

Roderick work as a professional pianist

Elizabeta is a stay at home mum but gets bored so she goes to the gym or babysit other children round the area

Felliciano has a twin brother (Lovino) but got kick out over a disagreement with the father

Elizabeta still upset about Lovino but Roderick won't speak to him

Elizabeta and Feliciano cook together  

Buffi is the best hot water bottle  

Roderick will drop dead if he has to clean  

Feliciano spend 65% of the time napping

You can tell what mood Roderick by the way he plays on the piano

There is always music playing in the house

Carriedo Family  

Antonio Carriedo (Spain) – ADULT Traits – Childish, Music Lover, Clumsy /Aspiration - Freelance Botanist

Lovino Edelstein (South Italy)- TEEN Traits – Hot-Headed, Loner/ Aspiration – Master Chef

Antonio is a part-time gardener

Lovino ran away because of an argument with his dad. He doesn’t talk about it but grateful Antonio support him.

Antonio is an old friend of the Edelstein family that why Lovino know him

Antonio is very patient with Lovino

Lovino really miss spending time with his brother

Lovino gets jealous when Antonio goes out with Gilbert or Francis  

Lovino like his own space but does get lonely

Antonio just wants everyone to be happy and will do anything to help them

Tomato solve everything  

Lovino is angry with everything including himself

Branginsky Family  

Katyusha Branginsky (Ukraine) – YOUNG ADULT Traits – Clumsy, Family- Oriented, Neat/ Aspiration – Successful Lincage

Natalia Branginsky (Belarus) - CHILD/MAGIC Traits – Mean/ Aspiration – Whiz Kid

Ivan Branginsky (Russia) - TEEN Traits – Borderline Personality Disorder, Shy/ Aspiration – Big Happy Family

Katyusha work at a coffee shop, she tries to be the older sister but is ashamed about how little money they have

Very poor but they get by

Natalia has a ghost friend that she talk to at night

Ivan want friends doesn’t know how to do it without freaking people or say something weird

Natalia is slowly making friends

Katyusha gets worried when Ivan doesn’t want to leave his bedroom

Ivan will knit anything  

Yao will come by with food

Something always breaks in the house

Natalia is scary when she angry

(Will Upload image soon!!!!!)

Zwingli Family  

Basch Zwingli (Switzerland) - ADULT Traits – Family- Oriented, Loner, Perfectionst/ Aspiration – Successful Lineage

Eva Zwingli (Liechtenstein) - CHILD Traits – Good/ Aspiration – Artistic Prodigy  

Basch is Eva father  

Basch is the chief of the town

Basch double check people background (doesn’t trust no one)

Eva doesn’t have a bad bone in her body  

Elizabeta babysits Eva when Basch is busy working

Basch and Roderick are old friends  

If anyone upset Eva expect Basch to threaten them with his gun

Eva love drawing pictures of Basch looking happy  

Eva is really good friends with Natatia  

Basch never talks about his job

Kirkland Family  

Arthur Kirkland (England) - ADULT/MAGIC Traits – Hot-Headed, Bookworm, Snob/ Aspiration – Spellcraft + Sorcery

Alfred Kirkland (America) - TEEN Traits – Active, Goofball/ Aspiration – Leader of the Pack

Arthur work as a teacher  

Arthur is Alfred father  

Arthur is divorced to Francis. One night at a pub he saw Francis flirting with someone else. They spilt everything which including Alfred and Matthew.

Arthur not happy with Alfred tattoo even though he got a big tattoo on his arm when he was young

Alfred wants to be everyone friends and try to fix everyone problems which can make the issue a lot worst

Alfred doesn’t like Ivan because Ivan knows how insecure Alfred is with himself (doesn’t like rejection)

Arthur can’t cook but his magic can fix that

At times when they have a heated argument Arthur wish he had Matthew instead of Alfred

Alfred will make a cup of tea for Arthur before telling bad news (example bad report in school)

Alfred spend most of his time gaming or going out 

Bonnefoy Family  

Francis Bonnefoy (France) - ADULT Traits – Art Lover, Foodie, Romantic/ Aspiration – Soulmate

Matthew Bonnefoy (Canada) - TEEN Traits – Shy, Cheerful/ Aspiration – Bestselling Author  

Francis works as a celebrity chef  

Very close with Matthew will cook together

Alfred comes in after a big argument with his dad. Francis will reason that Arthur doesn’t mean what he says and love him no matter what

People who are not Francis, Alfred or Arthur will forget about Matthew  

Matthew start getting knitting gifts but doesn’t know who it’s from

Francis is back on the dating game but still thinks about Arthur and wants to give it another go

Matthew is never stress  

Arthur calls Matthew once a week to check up on him  

Francis regrets that night and tries to hide his emotion in front of Matthew and friends

Francis love his food however looking good is more important  

I also made clubs for everyone because I am THAT bored 😊

Freedom  - Party till they drop/ Having a great time/ Good vibes/ Away from family drama and life  

Gym  - To keep fit/ Started out with Simon and Berwald/ No drama or Basch will get involve/ Gilbert behave in the gym and it help him stop drinking  

Lets Party - Old friends meeting together/ All trying to get a date but end up getting drunk and gossiping all night/ Antonio end up paying for everyone drinks  

Playtime - Yao set up a play date so it keeps Im Yong and Lin Yin in line. That was a mistake/ Everyone friendly/ They love watching Pokemon/ If someone upset they help one another

      'Ohana' means 'family. ' 'Family' means 'no one gets left behind”

I hope people like this stupid project now I’m heading to the kitchen to drink my problems away 😛

[oneletterwrites]

Can you please do some fluffy Ruseng :)

Special Delivery

Wednesday, 9:24

A collection of people walk in and out and in and out of the apartment building. Odd sorts with places to be and schedules to keep. They live lives that are of no matter to anyone other than themselves. Tenants of the building with rent to pay and nothing more.

Arthur is at the service desk, collecting mail from the post to distribute into the ornate slots given to each resident. Number to number all in a row. Small packages that do not quite fit are to sit behind the counter and away from prying eyes with a note in the box that there is a package ready for them.

“Special delivery,” A voice calls and Arthur turns sharply to a man at the front entrance holding a small bouquet of flowers in his arms. He’s stuck behind the gate that blocks the front door. Arthur scrunches up his eyebrows and lets the man in with only slight apprehension.

“For which address?” His tone is clipped, a little on edge that the flowers will have to sit on the counter to wait for their intended.

“Just this one here, for a Mister Kirkland?” Now Arthur would like to say he’s heard enough and possibly seen enough to not be caught of guard but even he can feel his eyes widen at the proclamation the deliver boy makes. He shakes his head slightly.

“There must be.. are you sure?” The delivery person nods quickly, showing a handwritten tag with his last name written in loopy handwriting. Arthur clears his throat as best he can with a lump inside it.

“I will take care of them,” He says and takes the flowers with more care than he would have for someone else.

Thursday 9:38

A week later, the flowers are still sitting in a vase on the counter of the service desk, even if they have begun to wilt, just ever so slightly. A change just noticeable to the residents who pass by who used to give smiles but now small looks of pity to the dropping stems. Arthur is not sure he has the heart to get rid of them.

Perhaps he has grown too old in spirit. The sentiment of flowers is still strong. A simple gift that doesn’t last but makes a grand gesture, if only for a moment. It has made a grand enough impact on Arthur to still his hands every time he goes to throw them away.

“Special delivery,” A voice calls that shocks Arthur from his thoughts. He doesn’t bother to hide his huff as he lets in the same delivery boy from a week ago, another bouquet in his hands though this one different in arrangement and smaller just the slightest.

“What address?” He asks. They look at their paper and smile.

“Kirkland again,” He says and Arthur clenches his jaw tight. Again. Again he takes the flowers with a curt thank you. His eyes trail after the delivery person, even taking a step to the door to peek at any possible hint as to who might be giving him such a gift.

The writing on the small delivery buggy is his only clue and he stands still till the car is out of sight. With the new assortment in his hands he takes out the worst of the older flowers, bidding them goodbye, and carefully places the new ones inside the vase. They nestle together quite well and the softest of smiles makes itself known on his face.

Tuesday 9:29

Arthur carefully touches the flowers, the wilted ones done away with and a small bit of new water added to the vase. These ones lasted a little better for the week he’s had them. Someone had once told him flowers can sense joy, and he’s had nothing but good thoughts about them.

Curiosity burns however. No words on the card he receives, just his name staring back at him. A supposed secret admirer though possibly childish still makes him feel flustered inside. He’s getting flowers.

“Special delivery,” A now somewhat familiar voice calls. It knocks him out of his thoughts and he almost rips a petal off his flowers. Carefully he pulls away to let the delivery boy in. The bouquet he holds is even smaller but the flowers more colorful and vibrant than the before.

“For what address?” It would be rude to assume though he hopes he knows the answer. The delivery boy laughs softly, checking the tag.

“Kirkland sir,” They say with a smile. Arthur tugs at his vest to try and feel composed compared to his pounding chest. He takes the flowers and holds them to his chest.

“May I ask who keeps sending me these?” His voice wavers as he asks. He clears his throat awkwardly. The delivery person freezes then shakes their head vigorously.

“Its- it’s against policy..” He stammers out fretting his hands back and forth. Arthur clenches his jaw tight, twirling his new flowers in his hands. He takes a slow steady breath.

“If you are able, please tell them-” Words fall away for a moment. He stares at the flowers once more. It starts slow but a soft smile spreads across his face.

“That I greatly appreciate their gifts. I’ve been on my own since I left London, these make it feel a little less lonely.” The delivery boy nods his head quickly and seemingly delighted to take his request. So Arthur swivels around to add the bundle to the vase. The delivery boy fumbles their way out of the building, leaving Arthur to admire his new addition.

Friday 9:43

Panic is a horrendous feeling. It builds and bubbles up to consume thoughts and rearrange the day. Arthur is engulfed in such a feeling. It’s far later in the week than when the flowers usually arrive and after giving a message back he’s on edge entirely.

There are plenty of possible reasons why, most of the ones he’s thinking of are of a negative sort. He doesn’t wish to lose this small bit of happiness too soon. Even the flowers can tell, wilting just as fast as the first time.

“Special delivery.” Arthur would never admit too running to the door to let the delivery person in but there is more effort in his steps. He lets them in and his eyes drop to the flowers in their hand.

The smallest of the bouquets, but possibly the most important. English roses, three in total, vibrant and red in full bloom. It takes him a moment to talk.

“Address?” He voice breaks slightly as he asks the less than put together question. The deliver boy laughs and holds them out to him.

“Kirkland again sir,” He says gently. Arthur takes them as delicately as he can, forgetting propriety to lift the flowers to his face and inhale their scent deeply.

“Thank you,” He says almost in a daze. His steps are slow back to his desk, cradling the flowers to him in refusal to let them go. It’s a small bit of home, a piece of himself in a way. The petals are soft between his fingers.

“Is there something else you need?” Far too long he kept his head down to notice the deliver boy still standing in the doorway. Upon looking they are much less a boy. They stand far taller than Arthur at least. An angular face with a crooked nose and a sweep of bleached light hair on their head. There’s a scarf loosely drapped over their shoulders even if the weather has not turned cold.

“Uhm,” They begin a sentence fiddling with their fingers as if unsure how to finish it. Arthur raises an eyebrow at them, being patient. They sure have done enough for him to warrant that.

“He says you’re welcome,” They tell him. A pin drops somewhere. Arthur can feel his face morph to shock. You’re welcome. He said you’re welcome. It’s a he. Instead of answering Arthur just nods. He shakily takes a seat as the delivery person makes a hasty exit. The flowers still in his hands hold more weight.

Wednesday 10:01

The roses are a small distraction. Work is encompassing as always and Arthur is sure to do a diligent job but when he can spare a chance his fingers brush across the red with a fond smile. Secretly given or not, they are beautiful.

“Excuse me?” An all too familiar voice calls. It almost takes Arthur a moment to really recognize the delivery person without their normal phrase announcing their presence. He lets them in promptly. It’s easy to keep himself from showing disappointment when they hold no flowers in their hand.

“May I speak to you for a moment?” Their question is timid and there is no reason for Arthur to have a problem with such request. He’s taken aback however when they hold out their hand for a proper shake. They are not in their typical delivery outfit, if anything it looks more professional.

“My name is Ivan Braginski, I own and manage Sweetly Taken Flowers.” Arthur gives him a quizzical look. After all this time delivering flowers, he never would have figured this person owns the whole store.

“An old friend of mine lives in this complex, I had been visiting when I first saw you,” Ivan goes on to explain. He shifts from foot to foot not entirely meeting Arthur’s eyes. Arthur is too busy trying to figure out what that has to do with anything.

“I uhm.. I think you are beautiful,” He finishes. Arthur’s shoulders drop really trying to comprehend what he’s hearing. It doesn’t work especially when Ivan gingerly takes an English rose out from behind his back, presenting it to Arthur with a certain kind of shyness that makes them both flustered by principle.

“What are you saying?” Arthur manages to ask. His eyes keep darting around him to see if any one will walk in on their encounter.

“Just, if you will let me, I would like to continue to bring you flowers, but from me, not from someone unknown.” Ivan is embarrassed clearly. His hand shakes as he holds out the rose Arthur still has yet to take. Honestly Arthur is too stunned to do much else but stare. Someone coming inside talking on their phone does the trick.

It takes too long for him to pull himself together. He does so with a sharp clear of his throat and a just as shaky take of the rose for the tension between them to pass. He holds the rose close, inhaling softly as he does.

“I would be honored if you would,” A gentle smile comes to his face, one that is just for Ivan. It’s returned in full. Ivan practically beams as he squeezes Arthur’s hand before he makes his exit. It’s such a simple thing, but it keeps Arthur distracted from his work the rest of the day now knowing where his flowers are coming from.

Monday 9:22

Tenants rush in and out and about the apartment building, going on with their lives with little concern of those around them. There is plenty to do and people to see. Arthur is filling out paper work for the building to keep it in top shape, ignored happily by everyone. A bouquet of flowers sits on the desk.

“Special delivery!” The words make Arthur pause and he does so with a smile. Ivan lets himself in with the key, dropping off another flower to add to the collection. Arthur gives him a smile.

“Thank you my dear,” He holds the gift close. Ivan giggles and leans down to peck his cheek quick over the desk before running out the door to continue his delivery. Arthur places a hand over the kissed area, a warmth blooming in his chest much like his flower. It’s added to the vase with minor rearrangement. A flower for everyday, and every day is made special because of it.