#belavia

[goatrocket-moved]

Over the years, Belavia Belarusian Airlines has grown to be a well-respected carrier in Eastern Europe, known for its commitment to safety a...

[spookythesillyfella]

artdumping what i made today

a doodle of @sillyvampir3 'z shrig [which i procrastinated on too much ; im sorry (⁠~⁠_⁠~⁠;⁠)]

a drawing i made based off a post by @thecultoflove

i dunno what im gonna do to theze freakz if they keep behaving like thiz

★ image i based the last drawing on under cut :

[the-love-cult]

Okay so here is Val3nt1n3 He's inspired after dating simulator characters that 'go off the rails' such as Monika from DDLC, GIFfany from Gravity Falls, or even FNF's Senpai if you squint. Her entire existence is confined to a forgotten floral tea party game, discarded for reasons no one remembers quite at all. Left alone in isolation they'd grow increasingly hostile and aggressive, clinging to the hope that one day someone would revive the abandoned project and bring to life the other characters (each meant to embody a different flower).

Entry to the game demands obedience to its rules: Wear floral attire or face deletion. Courtesy is compulsory, a curtsy must be performed before sitting, and tea time is never to be refused. Val3nt1n3 is the queen of the garden, the rose. The most beloved flower of them all. Any who dare to outshine her role are swiftly and ruthlessly erased! 🌹🍃

JUST AN OC YAP !! I'll maybe not keep this up :o Who knows.. MOST OF YOU KNOW VAL ALREADY !!

[the-trash-phrog]

Character obsession so crazy its my child now

@the-love-cult hi Dolly, yes I'm insane I know

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✈️Historic event! Belavia presented its first Airbus A330-200!

[airsllides]

airsLLide No. 9497: CCCP-65082, Tupolev 134A-3, Aeroflot Belarussija, Zürich, August 29, 1993.

Actually quite a critter in several respects: Although flying for the flag carrier of Belarus - later to be known as Belavia - the Tupolev 134 not only still wears the basic colours of Aeroflot, but also a Sovjet tailnumber, despite the fact that these had officially been replaced with individual country prefixes for the newly created States in the territory of the defunct USSR. Furthermore, it does - much to the despise of the Russian flag carrier - still trade under the Aeroflot-name, mostly for reasons of international traffic rights.

All these pecularities are proof of the sometimes wild transformation going on in the former USSR at that time, and within the next year or so, all these "transitional issues" would be resolved, with Belavia being branded along with a distinct livery, and country prefix EW- being applied to aircraft of Belarus.

[quelios-dawnsinger]

Prologue: Homecoming

The journey back to Silvermoon had been a relieving one, though the sight of Dalaran's grand walls shattered into pieces at ground zero would stay with Quelios for weeks afterward. There had been an upside, though. For once, no critical gaze had been leveled at him or the other Sunreavers as they picked through the wreckage to help survivors, or flung themselves into the Nerubians that remained to try to end them. The enemy had been clear, and he felt a renewal of trust begin to form where it had been lacking so long in the Sunreavers.

The void elves had become a potential threat to all on Azeroth, and it was not hard to understand why. They could have easily orchestrated the sudden rise of the Nerubians through void portals after all. How many did this 'Xala'tath' have under her sway? Quelios relished the turning of the tide: as survivors flinched away from Ren'dorei, observing the wash of critical looks among their very own Alliance forces. A beautiful turn of events. A start to righting the wrongs.

Quelios eagerly did his due dilligence and informed of void elves that stared a little too long on the wreckage, or hesitated too long on joining the fight to beat back the Nerubians. He jumped on board the opportunity to track the movements of Void Betrayers that seemed to be suspicious. It had been satisfying to drive arrows into a couple that had suddenly seemed erratic, unable to control the dark instinct they'd cursed themselves to obey. Who couldn't be trusted now?

He'd hoped he sunk a few arrows into the rumored mother than had betrayed and abandoned them too, but he had no certainty on what she looked like in these times, only his sister's insistence that she had survived. It was a stupid, uninformed theory, really. The Sunreavers had declared their mother dead those years ago, and that should have been the end of it. But Serra's soft heart drew her to madness sometimes, he suspected, and he shook his head with the thought that he might have become mad enough to believe her. It did him well to be away from his sister and her fantasy notions, come back to sense, and duty. He would have gladly continued joining the rest of the Sunreavers in their campaign.

Yet House Dawnsinger called him home for some importance, and he had no outstanding reason to be on the field or investigating the new city when it would be clogged by so many new bodies. There was always some great importance his House was calling him to, really. He imagined the marriage of his sister would be commencing soon, and of course the Elders desired him to be present.

He took his moment to visit the Farstrider camp first, checking in with the old rangers and the animal companions that felt more like family than his own. Here, he was more than his House name, and more than what potential child could come from his loins. The very young had visited along with newer recruits, and they were full of questions and eager to learn, and Lio was content to take his time to advise.

It was nightfall by the time he ventured to the doors of House Dawnsinger, a little buzzed on a good amount of Suntouched Special Reserve. He'd often found he needed to be a little buzzed to deal with the vultures in their finery. Quelios found all five of them all seated around their opulent dining table of the gathering room, stacked with far too much food. All of their eyes were fixed on him.

"Bala'dash..." he trailed off, bowing faintly at the waist.

Belavia Dawnsinger, High Priestess and high crone in Quelios' thoughts rolled her eyes at him in with impatience. "You were expected much earlier than this, boy. Where have you been?," she snapped.

"Apologies, I've been...looking for my sweet sister, my lady," Lio wore the apologetic smile best he could, though he hardly felt it for the crone. "If she'd had heard me to be coming, you know she would have found me at the camp first. But there was no sign of her."

The table was silent, until at last one voice spoke up much too gravely: "Quelios, your sister is gone."

Lio's smile drained, body freezing in place. Gone. His sister's gentle face swept by in his mind with her kind smile, her contained laughs, trying to recall the last words she'd spoken to him. He didn't know if his heart was caving in at the blow of the grave announcement, or because he could not remember her last words to him.

"...gone?" Lio managed in the weakest turn, his eyes growing wet as he struggled with what equated to be his sister's loss. Stupid, sweet girl. She had always been there for him. He had not been there. He had not been there.

Inn'ethar Emberfall threw his hand up at Lio with an irritated snap, "Gone, not dead, you imbecile! Taken." The would be husband's eyes flashed away from Quelios as he tried to regain his composure, his father's hand on his shoulder.

"Please forgive my son," the elder Emberfall spoke for the younger Magister. "Your sister's to be married to Inne'thar in a week, and we are all distressed with this turn of events."

Quelios expelled a breath of a laugh, "Distressed? You'd about given me a heart attack just now. I'm glad I am not called in to plan my sister's funeral."

"This is no laughing matter, Lio," Verana Dawnsinger stood, conniving mistress and magistrix in one. Sothin Dawnsinger was a decorated veteran who grunted more than spoke. He simply let his mistress do all the talking for him as he filled his mouth with every food and drink available, and Verana preferred it this way.

"Someone has taken your sister, a week ago. Likely right from her bedroom window." She feigned concern. "The little bluebird must be so scared. She might even have been manipulated into leaving. Blackmailed."

"Both of our House's Arcane Guardians were tampered with, malfunctioned in a way we have yet to understand." Inne'thar explained. "Our guard was surpassed and thrown into chaos over the course of one night, allowing the opportunity for someone to reach Serenas."

"No ransom letters, no nothing either," the old crone shook her head. "It's preposterous. She is worth something."

"It is an attack on both our Houses, High Priestess," the elder Annomir Emberfall spoke up now. "Someone knew of the impending union of our Houses and sought to wound us."

Inne'thar nodded, incensed, "Someone fears us, and has acted rashly."

Verana slid her liquid gold eyes to Quelios now, and gave an indicating smile, coercing him into a corner. "But you are our sweet Serra's brother. I know how much this wounds you too. You have a talent for tracking, I know. It would do us all good to have you at the lead, to find your sister, bring her back safely."

"Oh, agreed," Crone Belavia joined, and the rest of the table was unanimous. "And put a few arrows into the ones that dared to touch the sister."

"Bring them back in chains, if you can, Quelios," Inne'thar spoke, quietly seething, "I will like to look in the eyes of the one who took my wife from me. And burn them out of their sockets."

Quelios glanced upward, bowed again, and turned on his heel to walk away from the dining hall. It quietly incensed him that he alone was burdened to bring Serenas home, but somewhere, he knew it was deserved. She was his responsibility until she became her husband's.

As he walked further from the dining room, he cursed his sister's name under his breath. He knew his sister more than the table of refined vultures ever could. There was no ransom letter, no struggle in her room for good reason. Serenas Dawnsinger had ran away. He knew in his heart that she had. She had been dying on the inside over the course of a year from the moment the House had told her where her duty to them lie. He thought he had been the only one to care to notice, but apparently his sweet sister had enough. The questions were more along the lines of who had helped her, and where she thought she could go.

Unless one of the vultures in the room were behind her disappearance. Perhaps the youngest of the Dawnsingers had become too much a burden, or had not fit to a certain usefulness. Perhaps they meant to be rid of him too by sending him on his sister's trail. He would find out.

Some part of him felt guilty to drag his sister back to this city, to these vultures. A guilt that quickly cut away from him as he plotted out what to investigate first.

If he had to deal with these damn vultures in House Dawnsinger, he sure as hell was not doing it alone.

[crownprincessofmalfoy]

The Seven Stars Tiara is a symbolic masterpiece, with each of its seven star motifs representing one of the Kingdom of Malfoy’s principal provinces: Hogwarts, Graustark, Darmstadt, Durmstrang, Belavia, Novistrana, and Lovitzna. Steeped in national significance, the tiara has remained in the royal vaults since the 1800s, preserved as a treasured emblem of unity and heritage within the Malfogian realm.

[ruemorgue]

                              c. 19th century   -  The von Karma family.

           Currently, I am only concerning with the heads of the von Karma estate - the two who adopted Auguste into the family. Here, I claim to headcanon that the von Karmas were indeed a family in Germany for centuries prior to modern canon. I may go into more detail at some other point.        content warning for : death ( fire + alcoholism )

     Belavia von Karma

     An respected writer from France, well known as a critic of politics, the monarchy,  and advocate of women’s rights. Though, she escaped from Paris to Germany following the passing of the September Laws. She would not return until the conclusion of the subsequent revolution against the final French monarch.     Until then, she married into the von Karma family, who were of much greater influence and finances a noble family would compared to Belavia’s middle class upbringing. She gained a taste of exploration from her husband, and accompanied by her inspirational works of critique and philosophy, would also be published journals on her own insight during these travels. Despite attempting to assimilate to the nobility she married into, her major flaw finds itself in her tendency to speak her mind unfiltered. Especially in learning German and influence of interest in the cases Heinz works on, she becomes incredibly popular in Germany as well - bringing the salon culture by hosting at the von Karma estate with attendance encompassing many leading political and literary circles.    She made a point to have her adopted son receive studies fit only for a noble, especially on the literature and reading side of things. However, she was strict in controlling what sort of literature Auguste consumed, she was generally lenient as she noticed his hobby with reading and an open mind for philosophy.    Following the death of Heinz, Belavia would take Auguste and move back to Paris, where she would never recover from the tragedy ( as for herself, she believed it was murder, and it was due to her lack of filter and fervent pursuit in critique and commentary of the powerful). Instead of rising to the occasion and aiding her son to become the head of the family, she instead leaves him with a small portion of the family fortune to live in small accommodation in the city and attend Collège de Sorbonne while she retreats to a quiet convent in short retirement from writing, where she would spend her days living in wasting splendor exceedingly faster than the fortunes could handle. By the time Auguste graduated, Belavia had already dissolved two-thirds of the von Karma wealth on travels and wine alone.. Slowly and surely, she fades from the public mind, forgotten as what she once was, and would eventually die due to liver complications due to excessive alcoholism.

Heinz von Karma

Heinz von Karma is the third patriarch of the von Karma name, as his grandfather adopted the name out of reverence for a tutor of his in Japan. Since then, a replica of this Japanese mentor’s blade is the von Karma family heirloom. Though carrying the legacy and practitioner of swordsmanship, he also has an amateur hobby as an archaeologist and hunter of legends. In one of his ventures to an island right off the British mainland (where would be the location for Labyrinthia in the future) is where he discovered Auguste, during an exploration for the legends of a lost, ancient civilization. It would be his idea to take in the mysterious Auguste, and eventually decide upon considering him the heir to the family. This meant Heinz would train Auguste in swordsmanship and make him a sort of protégé prosecutor. Though, the training would never be complete and the replica of the Karuma would never be handed over. As law practitioners, the von Karmas valued observation and the theories based on a complete list of evidence, and exposing the truth that comes from it. This is the definition of the ‘perfect trial’. In the unfortunate turbulent times he was born withing, Heinz was still adamant on upholding these values as a prosecutor, in the face of bribed attorneys and tight-lipped officials that would time and again be brought to the stand.   In the troubles incoming 1850′s Germany, he would succumb to  a fire that was suspected to be arson, being taken along with most of the von Karma estate, with all of its valuables.

Arsène von Karma

Auguste's adopted brother, and the 'Minister D' who was featured in the final story of Poe's stories : The Purloined Letter. A minister of foreign affairs in France, he's mostly been away from the family since his oppurtunistic nature found himself looking to the instability of the nation. He's said to have crudely wronged Auguste once, so bad it may be cause of the only grudge Auguste had ever harboured. Though at the same time, as Auguste had been written in the will to replace Arsène as heir to inheritance, it may not have been so one-sided. What also isn't one-sided is the level of wits the two possess, though the use of that wit could not be more different.

[smpnegeri1pamekasan]

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Over the years, Belavia Belarusian Airlines has grown to be a well-respected carrier in Eastern Europe, known for its commitment to safety a...

[apsoft-blog]

Аэропорт Домодедово (DME): NordStar, BelAvia, Azerbaijan, AirArabia | 24...

[unhonestlymirror]

My TOP airlines:

AirBaltic (🤌🤌🤌)

BelAvia (in spite of the prorussian regime, they were pretty good before russia involved them in the genocide of my people, a lot of Baltic vibes btw, they gave small delicious chocolates) (I want russia to be partitioned also because I want BelAvia to be free) (Free BelAvia)

UIA (amazing food, not so amazing contingent) (my neighbours vomited at me there way too often) (one of the biggest reasons why I didn't like travelling with rabbins and big muslim families, they are often so goddamn loud, even to Ukrainians) (the only way to shut them up was to vomit at them in response or loudly joking about terrorists (the evil way, not recommended)

Turkish Airlines (classic, it rightfully occupies its high rank)

WizzAir (cheap and fast, повітряна маршрутка, recommended for everyday use)

SWISS (👍) (chocolate is for some reason worse than in BelAvia)

Ryanair, Lufthansa (idk, повітряна маршрутка²)

[the-love-cult]

hi dollzz !!! :33

i got bored at school today .. urghh .... !! >X[

but i drew our lovebugz together ...

i think they would be like. really fucking homophobic and tranzphobic towardz each other and think they could "fix each other"

or like . being the mozt inzufferable to one another ...

like the convo would go :

"woww ... u only eat sweetz ?? im so jealouz~ i almozt never get to eat sweetz ..."

"ahah ... yeah ... and u said that u dont get locked in ur room for dayz at a time when u mizzbehave ... ? that sure muzt be nice ..."

"mmm yeahh~ ..."

"hehh ... yeahh ..."

or something like that.

[/j /j sorry if thiz iz like dizrezpectful sorry u can delete thiz azk if it makez u uncomfortable or smth im sorry i love u i love u im sorry !!! X[ ]

You know what I love the most about this? It's the fact that your Shrigz is calling mine a "pick-me girl" because that's how they get treated IN MY STORY by others who are outsider to the main group etc 😭🙏 (This is 100% NOT disrespectful I got a good chuckle out of it)

I'D IMAGINE AN INTERACTION LIKE THIS AS WELL IN GENERAL BECAUSE I'M SORRY BUT. When Belavia gets CALLED OUT they instantly slip into spilling on about their trauma .. They're fucked up but no one needs to know all of that buddy

I LOVE THEM BOTH. SO MUCH. I want to eat them THANK YOU FOR DRAWING THEM.. I think I'll draw your version hopefully sooner than later I actually love Shrignold designs so much there's always some unique direction with literally all of them 🫶

[the-love-cult]

MY MOODY SELF WAS GOING THROUGH IT ALL NIGHT I DIDN'T EVEN CHECK MY NOTIICATIONS/FEED WHATSOEVER I WOULDN'T HAVE SEEN THIS OH MY GOSH 😞🫶 You draw them so PRETTY I'll never be normal about this art you make aghh I wish I saw this when I was having my broken moments but it helps since I'm dealing with stuff currently trying to distract myself 🫡 You're draw them my favorite I THINK... I just love your style so much it captures so much I WANNA JUST EAT ITT

Belvirr,,,, ❤

@the-love-cult

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✈️Historic event! Belavia presented its first Airbus A330-200!