#Sasha Kuznetsov

[sanriokingdom]

AAAAH guys i’m playing Sims and decided to start a whole new Household.

This is Generation 1 of the Kuznetsov’s. So a little backstory: Both Sasha Kuznetsov (left) and Esme Valdez (right) have gone completely no contact with their families as both families disapproved of their relationship. Sashas family didn’t like Esme because she wasn’t the type of woman they deemed acceptable (Tattoos, Non-catholic background…etc). While Esme’s family doesn’t like Sasha because of his lack of filter and his mental issues.

They decided together that instead of bending to their families that they would both move away and start a new family of their own while simultaneously breaking generational curses. Putting their own happiness first.

I’m so excited to play with these Sims and post them because I have so many ideas!🫣

Bonus pic💕

[mrcrackaddict]

Say heyo to Кодак Кузнецов (Kodak Kuznetsov) he is the boyfriend of Саша Кузнецов (Sasha Sharklov)

As you may be able to tell, they're both Russian, I am currently learning a bit of Russian so that I can draw them talking to each other in their native languages, but that will come with time 😭

Kodak is Russian-American, Dad being Russian and mom being American, his dad was a well-known extremely corrupt mafia boss back in Russia. After a malfunction with Kodak's quirk, he flead to another country with his mother, where he started doing hired hits for fun (it has something to do with his quirk, trust)

He around 36-37 at current time, I don't have past pictures of him since he's a lot newer, but I'll probably give him more of a thought out backstory and appearance. Molotov is a lot older, so he has a lot more lore attached to him lol 😭

Drop some questions, and I'll hit you with an answer : ) : ) : )

[umikaze365]

sasha by alexander kuznetsov

[mysteriis-moon666]

ANTAGONIST - Imminence

Antagonist est un groupe de Death Metal russe formé début 2017, ayant conçu une discographie avec les albums « Вечность Смерти » (2019, « Spawn of Evil » (2022) avec le chanteur suédois Joon Svedelius Lindstrom (Butcher of Sodom), les singles « Destruction » (2019) et « Création » (2022) et désormais en trio composé de Tatiana Markova (guitare, basse), Andrey Primachenko (guitare,basse, batterie) et Yury Kuznetsov (basse)pour l'opus expérimental« Imminence »(2024), en collaboration internationale avec des compositions ont été élaborées entre 2017 et 2020 avec les musiciens ayant participé à l'enregistrement de cet album : Tatyana Markova (guitare/basse/paroles), Andrey Primachenko (guitare/batterie/basse), Yuri Kuznetsov (basse), chanteurs invités : Sverd Sotiris (chanteur/bassiste AmongRuins - Grèce), Niklas Göransson (chanteur Shattered Hope; Ocean of Grief; Föhn - Grèce), Joon Svedelius Lindström (chanteur Vomination; Gurgel; The Funeral of Billy the Kid; Butcher of Sodom; Auslöschung - Suède, également chanteur ANTAGONIST(RUS) depuis 2022, co -auteur des paroles)), Garrett Campbell (chanteur/tous les instruments Frigid Spell; Garrett Campbell - États-Unis), Ed Corpse 555 M (guitare/batterie/chant BrainDead; Goatsmoke; Wretched Dominion; Debauched Beauty; Tortured Existence - États-Unis) , Ray Smith (chanteur Dyasphere - États-Unis), Sol Pearson (chanteur Align the Tide - Malte), Ksenia Alekseeva (chanteuse Sixteen Cell - Russie), Alex Markov (chanteur Deathemption - Russie), Sasha Stetsenko (ex-chanteuse Rampant Decomposition, batteur Deathemption - Russie ).

La diversité des intervenants au chant accouplent des variations très prévenantes, véritable pont jeté par l’entremise de pénétration deathalique liée à la magie mais aussi « imprégnés » par un death/grind impérieux. Le bol d'air se trouvent dans les solos, véritables soupapes volatiles pour atteindre telle une comète des enfers aux cieux.

[livefromnyrpg]

[mytrashwriting]

- Vince votes Republican but is not a Trump supporter. He’s mainly conservative economically; most of his social opinions are along the lines of “you stay in your lane and I’ll stay in my lane.”

- This is a point of contention between him and Sasha.

[csykora]

your summer hockey news

After opening a fashion boutique with the Kuznetsovs, Sasha Semin has finally gotten around to quitting his last job.

He will be playing a farewell match at home in Krasnoyarsk, with the proceeds going to local hockey schools and orphanages, and has reportedly invited Alex Ovechkin and Kirill Kaprizov to attend. No word on whether he invited Kuznetsov, but I assume Kuznetsov prefers to not be officially invited so he can sneak in in disguise anyway. It’s his love language

[whenlovetriestoleave]

sonia & sasha komarova by evgeniy kuznetsov for vereja fw 21 campaign

[nicklasha]

Proud parents. =)

[andreburacoffee]

I love one (1) man

[bladengineer]

a loud house

Title: a loud house

Characters: Blitzkrieg Boys + Sasha Alexeyev (OC)

Word Count: 1558

Summary: Snippets of the Alexeyev Household – the home of teenage disasters, petty arguments, russian yelling and boisterous laughter all in-between.

It was almost ironic how time seemed to slow down when disaster was about to happen – infuriatingly more so, when you can’t prevent the said disaster in time. So, with a painful sounding thump!, Bryan slid another few inches forward on his belly over the wooden floorboards, arms outstretched as the expensive looking ming vase shattered into, what he felt like, a million of pieces. He could even feel the impact on his very finger tips, it made him both angry and irritated because oh fuck, that particular vase was Boss Lady’s favourite.

They’re so dead.

“We’re so dead,” he muttered horrified, wide eyes still glued to the pathetic heap of shards in front of him. Behind him, Spencer made a sound between a terrified squeak and pained groan. The two teenage boys proceeded to look at each other with various levels of fear and Bryan was sure, Spencer’s face journeyed through the entire stages of grief in a span of 10 seconds. He would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so hellbent on trying to convince himself that all of this was a fucked up nightmare – Boss Lady will ground their asses well into the next century.

“What was that sound?”

Speaking of the devil. They had to act quick if they wanted to keep their generous outdoor life privileges, so Bryan quickly heaved himself onto his knees and hastily tried to scrape the shards together, mindful of the sharp edges. He threw a panicked look over his shoulder.

“C’mon Spence! Help me, it was your fault anyway!”

To his confusion however, instead of helping him, Spencer’s face went somber as the telltale sound of footsteps ascending the nearby stairs rang through the house. Slowly, Spencer backed away from Bryan, regret in his eyes as he shook his head. Bryan gaped at him.

“Spencer. Don’t you dare–”

The blond stood within his room he shared with Ian, slowly closing his door, face hard.

“Long live the king, Bryan.”

“Spencer, I swear– did you just quote The Lion King at me?!” Bryan hissed, “Spence– Spencer, get your ass–”

The door clicked close and he could only stare at the door in absolute disbelief – betrayed, in cold blood, by his very own brethren. Was this how heartbreak felt like? He couldn’t mull over it too much when a shadow fell over him. Bryan cringed.

“Is that my favourite vase?”

Oh man, and he was really looking forward to that Friday Sale at the local Arts & Crafts Store.

Sasha lifted off the rattling pot lid, mindful of the hot steam emerging from underneath. She took a good whiff, smiling contently at the pleasant smell of food. Swiftly, she picked up the ladle she had put aside previously, stirring the contents in the pot. Attempting a taste, Sasha scooped some of the curry out of the pot, free hand clawing at the countertop next to her. After coming up empty, she furrowed her brows, finally looking away from the pot.

“Huh,” she mumbled. Weird, she was sure she left the fork from before right there. Shrugging, she turned down the heat, checked the rice cooker and then opened the drawer where she put all her cutlery. There, she fished out another fork, only to blink, stunned, again.

Where did her wire whip go? She could’ve sworn it wasn’t missing before, she didn’t even use it today. Now suspicious, she pierced a potato within the curry, blowing on it to dispel some of the heat before eating it. Deeming the curry ready, she went on to get the plates. To her surprise, when she opened the plate cabinet, she was greeted by the sight of the electric hand mixer.

“What on earth–” Sasha muttered, taking the utensil out of it’s wrong spot, only to notice how much lighter it felt than normal. Then, as if on cue, one of the surrounding plastic shells dropped from its unscrewed position, allowing Sasha to discover that the entire motor was missing inside.

A beat of silence. Then, she turned her gaze towards the ceiling.

“IAN!”

Snickering, Bryan took in Tala’s dismayed look and the split lip the other was sporting. Meanwhile, Sasha was busy brewing tea and fussing at the same time.

“I can’t believe you punched that kid at the festival!”

Tala grunted, “He deserved it.”

The woman gave him an unimpressed look.

“Well,” Bryan drawled, “the guy did try to kiss Astrid without her permission, he had it coming.”

“He deserved more than a punch,” Tala grumbled further, leaning his head back against the couch. The Alexeyevs had decided to visit the local festival for a fun day and a chance to meet up with one of Sasha’s former daughters Astrid Rundström, a sweet but incredibly shy young scandinavian woman, who had left the household to attend her scholarship at a prestigious art school abroad. She had been the first ‘sibling’ the boys had met, and though the woman towered over almost half of them, her personality was meek but kind. And despite initially low-key teasing her constantly how her looks didn't match her character, Tala had taken an incredibly protective stance on her – sure, the other boys did too, Ian was even ready to deck the guy at the festival after Astrid had broken into a fit of anxious tears, but Tala had always been the one to fend off unwanted attention.

“So you just break a guy’s nose?” Sasha’s voice brought him back from his reverie.

“He also lost a tooth,” Bryan informed unhelpfully her, which earned him a scornful glare from Tala. Realising his mistake, Bryan shrugged as if to say ‘my bad’ and ducked out of the living room, back outside.

The traitor.

Tala heard Sasha sigh and he watched how she craned her neck to look out of the window – no doubt trying to see if the others were still outside. Spencer and Ian had taken up the task to calm Astrid down, the youngest pelting a joining Bryan with snowballs in an effort to make Astrid smile again. The redhead prepared himself for a long lecture, when a small bag of special festival-only dried chocolate-covered strawberries was shoved under his nose. he looked up to see Sasha grinning down at him.

“Don’t tell your siblings, Pretty One,” she said, winking, “good job on that jerk.”

Tala snorted, taking the bag and opening it eagerly – he had a taste of them before and they were absolutely delicious.

“You’re so full of shit, Babushka.”

He got another bag from Astrid later, who smiled down at him serenely.

“Bryan, you absolute piece of shit!”

Tala’s screech greeted the entire family seated at the table in the morning as he came thundering down the stairs. Sasha, halfway through her usual morning tea, immediately looked up, appalled and ready to rip her second eldest a new one. That was, until she saw his face.

“Ay, Pretty One, what happened to your face?” she blurted out, causing the rest to finally turn around. Ian snorted into his cereal, immediately cackling loudly as he pointed at Tala, whose usual clear skin was now mottled with what looked like green paint. Spencer avoided eye contact altogether in favour of trying to conceal his twitching lips. Bryan, however, unabashedly grinned at Tala’s misfortune while taking a huge bite out of his peanut butter-strawberry jam toast. Icy blue eyes immediately zeroed in on him.

“You,” Tala hissed, “you did this!”

Bryan only shrugged, finishing his toast.

“Dunno what you’re talking about, Red, but I hope that teaches you not spill nice on other people’s sketch books.”

“Oddly specific for someone who doesn’t know what’s going on,” Spencer muttered behind his mug before taking a gulp. Sasha put her hands on her hips, ready for a lecture but Tala interrupted her as he leaned forward, glaring at Bryan with such ferocity, the other actually started sweating a little.

“I shall piss on everything you love,” he threatened and Bryan would’ve laughed if he didn’t know what Tala was truly capable of. Ian sniggered again.

“Kinky,”

Spencer choked on his drink.

“IAN!”

“Guys, this is a bad idea.” “Spence, you always think it’s a bad idea.”

“Yeah, because that shit usually blows up.” “Hey, you gotta sacrifice some things for innovation!”

“Well, your innovations always catch fire, Ian.”

“Uh, no they don’t.”

“The automatic potato peeler.”

“Self-serving coffee pot.”

“Automatic can opener slash jellybeans dispenser.”

“Oh god, that one was a mess.”

“You guys are all shitheads, you know that, right?”

“Shut up, pipsqueak, and fire it up.” “Don’t tell me what to do, Bryan!”

“10 bucks says it’s gonna blow up.”

“You’re on, Red!”

“Oh, fuck off, guys.”

“If you ain’t moving, I’ll do it myself then.”

“I– wait, Bryan, no! That– ouch! That is very sensitive, you can’t just–!”

“Eh, what could go wrong?”

“I really hate when you say that.”

“Zip it Spencer. Bryan, turn...whatever that is on.”

Sasha sat at her desk in her workshop, sketching up a new watch design, when a sudden explosion shook her room. Not a minute later, a barrage of angry russian floated through her open window, followed by roaring laughter. She shook her head, chuckling slightly.

My, what a handful they are.

She left her seat, sticking her head out of the window.

“Boys!”

[sanriokingdom]

She in fact did NOT let that slide.

[grandpa-kita]

Disclaimer: Stacy the camel is making this blog reach new heights and I don't even know what is happening at this point, I tried to tell her but no and I can't even use heavy drugs as an excuse because everybody knows she only eats Jellos

Neoborg bladers as top models

Yuriy Ivanov as Irina Shayk, effortless elegant and sensual, women and men would pay to be literally spanked by him

Boris Kuznetsov as Sasha Luss, could kill you within a second while you are still distracted by the colour of his hair

Sergey Rybakov as Natalia Vodianova, blonde hair and simple natural beauty, doesn't need embellishments

Kai Hiwatari as Kate Moss, the only non Russian model of this series for someone who is not Russian either but shares with her the same iconic wild attitude

[theburialofstrawberries]

“This is going to be a pain, you guys calling each other Semin, Kuznetsov, like we’re in a platoon.” Sasha makes a face like a petulant toddler. “Semin is Alexander Valeryevich, but he likes Sanya, or Sema. Kuznetsov is—”

“Evgeny Evgenyevich, but you’re welcome to ‘Kuzya.’ Or the kids say Kuzy, so you can do that too.”

Kuzy, like Sanya is a stupid child. Little halting syllables, like his English. The coffee grinder thrums in pulsing, punishing blasts, cutting through the din. Sanya tries to hide behind his tea. “Sasha, you’re trying to impose false intimacy. You always do this.”

“What’s false about it? Don’t be pretentious. We’re all going to work together.” Sasha smiles encouragingly, shaking Sanya by the shoulder. “Besides, it’ll scare the kids if we talk to each other the same way we talk to them.”

Sanya raises his eyebrows at Kuznetsov. Surely he agrees that this is a patronizing farce of an attempt by Sasha. Sasha’s like a nanny goat, forever hounding Sanya about his wallet, or his passport, just because Sanya always loses his wallet, or his passport. Kuznetsov raises his eyebrows back, pale blue eyes unreadable.

“It takes a little more than working together.” Sanya leans back and attempts to ignore the flurry of activity around their table. The insufferable small talk smothers his soul. He fumbles for familiar ground, settling his shoulders and brandishing his tea like he once had wielded a vodka bottle. “I can’t possibly get that familiar with someone until I know what makes him a fool.”

“Oh my god,” Sasha says in exasperated English.

Sanya ignores him. “For instance, I am a fool because I believe in God, and Alexander Mikhailovich is a fool because he believes in love.” Sasha exhales a petulant protest. “Well, you do,” Sanya points out, and hones in on Kuznetsov. “What foolish thing do you believe in, Evgeny Evgenyevich?”

As with many of Sanya’s party tricks, it’s about half theatrics and half genuine interest. He does like to rip the simpering skin of forced socialization from an encounter and try to get at what simmers underneath. He likes to hear what answers people dredge up: nothing, or, the closeness of death, from most of the horrible men in his now-extinct romantic life. Dull people say family. Truth, if someone is especially foolish and deluded.

Sanya gets to say, because I believe in God, and tuck himself into a locked box, and then hold up a mirror to the conversation so that the other person is forced to look at themselves, and not at Sanya. Ordinarily, this works a treat.

Evgeny Kuznetsov considers the question for a moment. He watches Sanya with eyes like one-way glass. One side of his mouth lifts up, almost imperceptibly. “Poetry.”

Sanya inhales.

“There!” Sasha declares, laughing. “Now we’re three fools on the right terms.”

Sanya shivers in the air-conditioned chill. He started out as a poet, a detail mentioned in passing by particularly thorough reviewers and widely ignored by everyone else. He abandoned poetry in his twenties, but it was his first love: a splash of color in his dull Soviet education. He remembers reciting Marshak poems at seven, “Silly Little Mouse” and “Luggage” and “Circus,” the first time he had excelled in his classroom instead of nervously falling behind the rest.

Sasha and Kuznetsov chatter about something, students, perhaps, or foreign coffee. Kuznetsov laughs, bearded chin lifted to show the long thick column of his neck. Sanya steals a portion of Sasha’s pastry for something to do with his hands.

[bible voice] Indeed, the Rave and waspabi 'Hockey RPF but everyone's a writer-in-residence collab' slaps, and I alone have escaped to tell you

[warmania]

Adobe x Keith Haring | Creativity For All from Bakehouse on Vimeo.

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[breaniebree]

Talking about my love for my OC with @xxqueenofdragonsxx​.  This is my Zahira as best as I can make her, though someone awesome may be drawing me some amazing fan art of her so fingers crossed. 

ZAHIRA ZELENA ZACARIAS (ZEE):

Magizoologist, works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for the Ministry of Magic.

Born 9th April, 1964 to parents Michael Ivanovich (Misha) Zacarias and Magnolia Jackson Zacarias.  Misha, a Muggleborn Russian Auror who is following the trail of a dark wizard and finds himself in Paris where he meets the American witch Magnolia Jackson.  They fall in love and get married and Magnolia moves to Moscow to be with him and then when Zee is six, her mother is killed.  

I think that it was a gruesome death, a curse that tortured her for days before she finally succumbed to her death.  They were living in Russia at the time and Zee was with her Baba and Deda, as she was only six, and her mother had gone into town to do some shopping.  The dark wizard was stalking her and cursed her.  She was left alone in an alley to die and wasn’t found for almost six hours, by then, the curse had taken over too much of her and any attempt at saving her life was impossible.  She’d lost her mind and Zee was never able to say goodbye.  Magnolia didn’t even recognize Misha when he found her which was part of why it hurt Misha so much to lose her in the end.

Misha meets Sorcha Brown when Zee is eight, a freelance journalist from Scotland. Zee grew up travelling between Scotland and Moscow and she always loved animals.  She spent her summers visiting her American grandparents on their ranch in Toccoa, Georgia where her grandmother owns a 50s diner called Flo’s and her grandfather is chief of police.  Her stepmother is the mother she grew up with.  Mama, seeing Zee’s love for animals always allowed her to bring home strays.  Her father continued to work in Russia, travelling back and forth via international portkey every day when they spent time in Scotland.  And when it came time for her to go to school, they decided to send her to the wizarding school in Russia — the Koldovstoretz School of Magic because it had such an amazing Care of Magical Creatures program.  She speaks fluent French, Russian, and Mermish because of her upbringing and her career and a little bit of Greek.

She has 4 tattoos:

Gold and green tribal elephant on right side of ribs

Red and gold dragon across spine

Black niffler on back of her neck

Zee tattoo over scar - deep green vines with bright blue orchids scattered from the top of her left hip down the side of her thigh, wrapping around her knee, Lady Godiva hidden in the vines covering her scar lying on a bed of blue orchids ending at her ankle.  I AM WOMAN written on one side, HEAR ME ROAR, written on the other.

Zee found him napping on the sofa and she smiled at the sight of him, bending to kiss his forehead.  Her curls tickled his face, a small smile on his lips.  Not wanting to disturb him, she hurried upstairs to pack the rest of her bag.  She changed into a short halter dress over her new bikini and was admiring her calf in the mirror when he came in.

His eyes met hers in the mirror and the look in them sent desire raking through her.

“When did you get home?”

“Maybe fifteen minutes ago?  You looked so peaceful having your nap.”

“I was resting my eyes,” he said, making her grin.

“Right.”

Sirius moved towards her, his eyes trailing down her body.  “You look fucking gorgeous.”  His gaze stopped on her leg, a brow rising.  “You got a new tat?”

Zee held onto his arm as he picked up her leg to examine the new tattoo.  She had gotten Lady Godiva.  She’d done her panther’s sleek form in a dark black outline but other than her golden eyes, she’d coloured the panther in with flowered camouflage.  Purple perennials and pink tulips, red roses and blue lilacs that brightened her leg and covered every inch of the ugly burn scar to the back of her knee.  Deep green vines and leaves surrounded the outline of the panther, framing the words written down either side of the panther in cursive: I Am Woman and on the other side it continued with: Hear Me Roar.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Sirius murmured, his fingertips tracing the words. 

“Yeah?”  Zee said.  “I didn’t want to look at my burn anymore so I wanted to cover it with something beautiful.”

“And the Reddy lyrics?”

She grinned.  “Points to you.”

Sirius let go of her leg and bent his head to kiss her.  “I love it.  But you were sexy with the scar too.”

Zee slipped her arms around his neck.  “And that, Mr Black, is one of the many reasons why I love you.”

Sirius slid his hands up her back into her hair.  “Let’s go shag on the beach.”

She laughed as he let her go and picked up their bags.  “Sounds perfect.”

As he walked out the door, she couldn’t help but think that she had never loved anyone more than the man before her.  She didn’t know what the future held for her, but she did know that her future was nothing without Sirius Black and Harry Potter. (Excerpt from A Second Chance, chapter 213)

Zee’s wand was made by Gregorvich and it is chestnut as the wood meshes with her love of animals, I think it’s short like her, only 15 cm  in length and her core is from a coral reef.  Her wand core gives the owner patience, someone with a coral reef core knows how to bring things to fruition, provide protection for all, as well as generate longevity.  They have a knack for deflecting disaster, whatever form it takes.  They are also loving, nurturing, and healing; are a source of enduring friendship and support and often the glue that holds the ship together.  I thought it sounded very much like Zee.

She stands no taller than 156 cm (roughly 5′1 and 3/4) and often wears 4 inch heels as if she was born in them, preferably her heeled cowboy boots.  She has long dark brown hair with golden caramel highlights mixed through it.  Her grandmother on her mum’s side was African-American so her skin is like a caramel toffee.  She loves bright red lipstick and big earrings.  She wears a white gold and turquoise turtle belly button ring and usually has smaller hoops or studs in her ears above the big hoops.  As shown above and mentioned before, she is very curvy, hourglass and I picture her body type like Jaydah Doll, but her face is the gorgeous model at the top (I saw her and thought Zee).

Her pet is a panther named Lady Godiva.  She rescued her from Muggles who were hunting her and her pack in Kenya.  Her parents were killed and she was the only cub that she could find so she nurtured her and kept her safe.  Why Godiva?

“I always admired her bravery; standing up for what she wanted and doing the only thing that she could do at the time to make her stand.  No one would listen to her and she had no power and no ability to use weapons.  She wasn’t a witch with powers to sway them so she set out on a horse, completely nude, and she got the attention she wanted.  She made her mark.  I found Lady Godiva in Kenya, hiding from the Muggles who had shot and killed her family, when I rescued her and confronted the Muggles, she jumped from my arms and stood in front of me, growling at them, almost daring them to fight her to get to me.  I thought that she was making her stand, a cub with no power of her own, but she was trying.  So I named her Godiva.” (Excerpt from A Second Chance, chapter 65)

Her grandfather on her dad’s side was a Muggle and veteran of the Second World War.  He drove a 1937 BSA M20 and it’s hers now.  She loves motorcycles and getting her hands dirty.  She’s an incredible cook.  She likes to read mystery, horror, and romance novels.  She travels for her job and has been all over the world, but has recently been enjoying her time working in the menagerie within the Ministry of Magic and helping to organize it.

As to the Koldovstoretz School of Magic, I like to think it’s hidden somewhere deep in Russia and that it looks like the ruins Balga Castle to prevent anyone from finding it, but when you get through the warding it opens up and looks the Vologda Kremlin and Saint Sophia Cathedral, just gorgeous Russian architecture -- but not as large as Hogwarts’ castle.  It says that they played a version of Quidditch there where they flew on uprooted trees instead of broomsticks -- which is another reason why I think Zee was never big into playing the sport herself.  Also I imagine her as short and curvy, which means she may not have great balance on a broom, and she loves riding the motorbike and likes the Muggle machine more than a broomstick if she has to choose.

As to her family tree:

The Jacksons:

Colten (Muggle) and Florence Jackson

Daughter Magnolia Jackson Zacarias (deceased) married to Michael (Misha) Zacarias with one daughterZahira Zelena Zacarias

The Zacarias’:

Ivan and Anya Zacarias (Muggles – Ivan was the soldier in WWII with the motorbike that he gave to Zee)

1. Michael (Misha) Ivanovich Zacarias m. Magnolia Jackson Zacarias (d) m. Sorcha Brown Zacarias

(a) Zahira Zelena Zacarias eng. Sirius Orion Black

(i) Harry James Potter

(ii) Twin 1 and Twin 2 Black (due January 1997)

2. Olga Ivanova Zacarias Petrov m. Dimtri Petrov

(a) Mikhail Petrov m. Ana Ivanov

(i) Yuri Petrov (11)

(b) Mila Petrov Sokolov m. Nicholas Sokolov

(i) Nastasia Sokolov (9)

(ii) Dinara Sokolov (6)

3. Sasha Zacarias Blok m. Yerik Blok

(a) Tanya Blok Fedorov m. Alek Fedorov

(i) Eva and Irina (twin girls identical) (2)

(b) Tatiana Blok eng. Iosif Kuznetsov

The Browns:

Callum and Fiona Brown

Brian Brown m. Jocasta Fitzgibbons

(a) Dougal Brown m. Ellen Smith

(i) Jenny Brown (24)

(ii) Ian Brown (22)

Sorcha Brown m. Misha Zacarias

(a) Zahira Zacarias

Names for Family Members:

Ivan & Anya = Baba and Deda

Tetya = auntie

Dyadya = uncle

Misha & Sorcha = Papa and Grandmama

Colt & Flo = Grandpa and Grandma

Callum & Fiona = Gran and Grandda

Basically, I love her and I’m so glad that other people have come to love her as much as me.

Zeerius is my canon.

@velvethopewrites​ thank you for loving her enough to put her in your Muggle AU.