#childe in russia

[lynnythepynny]

watching the sunrise w/ genshin men <3

lineup includes : diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe

 all fluff 🥰 || gn! reader ||

>diluc<

two cups of coffee sit on the outdoor table. the chairs on each side are positioned perfectly towards the east of Mond where you can see the distant city and the first gleaming orange rays of the sun peeking past sharp rooftops and rolling hillsides. looking back down to the table, you notice how the fresh steam rolls over the soft lip of your coffee cup, then lilts up into the air lazily to meet the early morning fog. one mixture is considerably darker than the other which lets you know who’s is who’s.

you take a seat, wrap your chilled fingers around your cup, and bring it close to your chest.

“good morning.” the groggy voice comes from beside you, slipper’s growing louder as he approaches.

“good morning 'luc.”

he is so beautiful in the mornings.

his hair falls freely over his shoulders and back. vermillion strands curl wildly around his ears and brush against his full lips. he hadn’t stopped to brush it all out, but his restless sleeping had resulted in cute little cowlicks here and there. his skin, not yet washed, is splotched red from the pressure of sleeping on his tummy, face pressed deep into those cushy pillows he just insisted upon you having. and his eyes, already heavily lidded and droopy, are barely open yet, causing them to seem darker than they truly are.

he glances across the table at you, a lazy yet loving smile pulling on his lips. as the sun rises over the horizon, it casts bright light against his face and his skin seems to glow. slowly, his bare hand slips across the wooden surface.

you reach out for him as well, balancing your mug on your thigh, and assure that your hands link together in the middle. once settled, diluc begins to rub a soft thumb across your knuckles.

“how did you sleep last night, my love?”

>kaeya<

a yawn breaks your lips apart, already closed eyes squeezing tighter. you feel the warm bedsheets fall away as your back arches off the mattress in a full body stretch, toes pointed and arms sprawling.

the stiffness finally dissipates and you sigh, flipping over onto the body next to you.

“ow…” the whine leaves his lips reluctantly as if he’s not quite ready to wake up yet. but by now the sky is jus beginning to brighten up. you can see the beginnings of a beautiful sunrise and kaeya would never forgive you if you let him sleep through it.

so you press a kiss to his nose. “kaeya~” you sing his name, “wake up love, the sun is rising.”

slowly his eyes blink open, one a startling deep blue, the other marred by a pale cataract. your thumb subconsciously runs across the scar under his wounded eye as you watch his body stir.

“good morning sweetheart.” he yawns, finally pushing himself up onto his elbows and rubbing his eyes open.

you roll off him, simply opting to sit up and lean gently against his shoulder as he settles.

there’s a bit of a drool stain on the corner of his lip and his hair stands up wildly. each wave is extremely voluminous, so much so that some strands stick straight up. you do your best to flatten them out for him, but it seems that until he’s bathed his hair wouldn’t be budging.

kaeya doesn’t seems to mind you tending to him though. as predicted his eyes are fixed on the beautiful sunrise outside the window.

the sun is jus beginning to peek over the windowsill, it’s bright rays painting a beautiful mirage of yellows, pinks, and blues all across the morning sky.

“isn’t it gorgeous?” he grins, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest.

“absolutely.” you agree, though your eyes are stuck entirely on him.

>zhongli<

he arrives with the pristine tea set, carefully balancing it between his two hands so that not a drip spills. the set is from the previous century after all, and the fear that even the slightest tremor would crack the side of such an ornate piece is real for zhongli. ever so gently, he places the metal tray onto the balcony table.

once the tray is settled you reach out and rub your hand along his forearm, “beautifully done honey.”

“thank you,” he closes his eyes and smiles appreciatively before taking a polite step back and gesturing widely to the tray, “drink as much as you like, i can always make more.”

you raise the cup closest to you and hold it carefully in your hands. “these are so beautiful zhongli,” you breathe out his name, completely taken by the ‘glowing’ yellow design on the cup’s side, “are they from your past?” you ask hesitantly.

“yes, they’re quite important to me,” he smiles, “but i figured for someone as handsome as you, these would suit the occasion perfectly.”

“thank you.” you murmur, a wild blush rushing over your skin. zhongli chuckles beside you, nudging your foot with his.

“i believe the sunrise is beginning.”

sure enough the sun was truly jus beginning to wake. pale yellow rays begin to break up the fog that shrouds your homes balcony, giving you both a clear view to the street vendors as they set up shop for the day.

the light travels over the dips and cracks in the cobblestone streets, carressing the sides of each house as it travels. early risers begin to throw open their home shutters, fetching the previous days' laundry or watering their flower boxes.

you cast a glance over at your fiance, simply watching as a serene expression crosses his face. he's so incredibly beautiful to you, with an arched nose and full lips. his deep skin tone is complimented by the orange rays that finally touch his cheek, warming his appearance and giving him almost a godly glow. 

>childe<

“it’s cold!” you huff, rubbing your hands up and down your already bundled up arms. Childe laughs heartily beside you, his bright red nose and cheeks no doubt pulsating at the nippy winter air. you’d both been traveling for what felt like hours now across a barren wasteland of ice, miles away from childe’s home with now way to contact anyone. with each breath either of you take, the sting in your throat grows, no longer able to be pushed to the back of your mind. you know it’s nothing a good pot of tea can’t fix, but it’s bothering nonetheless, especially to a person from a warmer climate like yourself.

“it’ll be worth it honey, the fish here are huge!” he exclaims, throwing his arms out recklessly like he’s not carrying two fishing poles with insanely huge and decorative hooks attached to them, “they’re made for handling this frigid type of climate which makes a lot of people think their meat is tough but it’s really so good. it’s tender and if you season it just right like mom does it brings out the best flavor in them i swear. and there’s not a piece of them we don't use, my dad even sells tools he makes out of the bones.” 

no matter how cold it gets, you swear you could listen to childe ramble on about his home life for days. it’s the only time you really get to see his eyes light up, and a smile stretch across his face. those precious little cheeks of his grow red from happiness and his eyes crinkle at the corners. you love watching him get excited over something that’s not putting his life at risk. it’s refreshing. 

“oh! look,” childe reaches out for your hand and pulls you forward slightly, “the sun is coming up!” 

for a moment the both of you pause, watching the pale yellow slump of the sun rise above the vast horizon. the light layer of snow above the ice you stand on begins to sparkle, each flake suddenly shining like singular diamond. you glance to your side to see the shine reflecting in childes eyes, a small smile plastered to his face as he watches. “isn’t it pretty?” 

[bruciemilf]

Alfred honestly can’t say shit about Bruce bringing in strays, because what if the Waynes got him the same way?

I genuinely can’t recall HOW Alfred, British special forces extraordinaire, ended up working for Gotham’s (scary) sweethearts.

In my mind, he came to them bleeding.

There’s a tang of bitterness pooling in his gut. Soldiers don’t have friends. They have guns. And he’s all out.

Just when Alfred thought all is in peril, a tiny little hand gently covers a nasty bullet hole on his abdomen.

The first thing Alfred thinks about is: ‘Jesus, this kid has scary eyes.’

“Hi, Alfred.”

“…How do you—“

“Bruce! Jesus FUCKING Christ, I swear, I’m not paying for your ransom next time you run o—…What the fuck is that?”

If there’s one thing about Thomas that Alfred will never forget is his voice; The bass , so chasmic and powerful it could shake the whole world, and the burning care in his eyes despite his vulgarity.

Bruce, — who’s the tiniest bundle of a boy Alfred witnessed, is yanked up by his father’s strong hands, squeezed to his chest carefully. “Hurt,” he says. There’s a tiny, red handprint on Thomas’ shirt.

“Yeah, I didn’t notice,” Thomas mumbling, looking around.

Maybe local gangs? The bullet point is too precise, too calculated. “Who the hell are you?”

Alfred, with his raspy breath, says, “I’m the terribly rude bloke dying on your doorstep, I’m afraid. Alfred Pennyworth. At your service.”

For a guy who’s about to bleed his last, he sounds awfully sarcastic.

“Yeah, wise guy, no one’s dying on my kid’s birthday. Bruce, tell Dotty to prep up the basement. And tell your mama to get my Budlight out of the cooler. Jesus Christ.”

Alfred ends up hoisted on this man’s back. Thomas asks if he has anyone he wants to call? Anyone that’ll come pick him up? Anyone to bury him, if it comes to it.

Alfred whispers he does not.

Thomas sighs. “Well. Kid‘a been asking for a playmate.”

[xoheisse]

Still think it's "Putin's war"? Let's see what the russian soldiers who "don't really want it" discuss with their women who "are victims too"

Intercepted conversations of russians:

1. A russian soldier tells his mother how a ukrainian woman and her two children were killed in front of him. He relished the story. And she said that those innocent civilians were "enemies, fascists, they deserved it".

2. The second one talks about the order to kill civilians. He had seen the forest with corpses and now he could hear the flesh thrown on the roadsides. He said he would follow the order, that he would kill. Every civilian he saw.

3. A child from a russian school was collecting a parcel for her brother (?) to go to war. In the letter, she wrote to him: "Kill all Ukrainians as soon as possible and come back."

He and his mother are laughing.

4. "Mum, I killed civilians. I would throw them into a trench and shoot them in the head. They begged and pleaded, but I shot them in the head." He laughs when he tells this story.

5. "Do you know what 21 rosettes from a human body are? I helped, I did it. I got such a thrill. To cut them. Torture them". Mother says that if she were in his place, she would also be satisfied.

Another said that killing children is not murder. "Because killing Ukrainian children is right!"

[folklorespring]

"I accepted the fact that I will never see my father again. I do not believe that he will be released. So few people return from captivity, and I'm not that lucky," says 11-year-old Orysia. Her father went missing almost a year ago. The girl almost doesn't talk about her father and asks not to show photos with him, because she cannot cope with her feelings. Speak about Ukrainians in russian captivity!

[odinsblog]

Dozens of Ukrainian children from a Russian-occupied city in Ukraine were taken to Belarus and sent to “emergency survival training” with the Belarusian military, according to local media.

The Belarus 4 Mogilev state television channel reported on Wednesday that 35 children from the city of Antratsyt in eastern Ukraine, which Russia has occupied since 2014, were sent to the eastern Belarusian city of Mogilev, where they were taught “how to behave in extreme situations” in exercises with the Belarusian military.

In the report, the children — some of whom are wearing tracksuits with Russian flags printed on their sleeves — are shown holding on to each other and covering their faces during a fire drill.

Thousands of Ukrainian children have been deported to Russia and Belarus from Russian-occupied parts of Ukraine since Russia’s full-scale invasion in February 2022. In July 2023, Russian Children’s Commissioner Maria Lvova-Belova put the figure of Ukrainian children “received” by Russia at 700,000, claiming most were accompanied by their parents or other relatives.

A study by Yale University found that between September 2022 and May 2023, over 2,400 Ukrainian children aged 6 to 17 were deported to Belarus from the Donetsk, Luhansk, Kherson and Zaporizhzhia regions of Ukraine, which are occupied by Russian forces.

Belarusian President Alexander Lukashenko met with a group of deported Ukrainian kids last month, promising to “embrace these children, bring them to our home, keep them warm and make their childhood happier.”

In March 2023, the International Criminal Court (ICC) in The Hague issued an arrest warrant for Russian President Vladimir Putin and Lvova-Belova, accusing them of overseeing the “unlawful deportation” of Ukrainian children.

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[dontforgetukraine]

September 5, 2024 is declared a Day of Mourning in Lviv. Russian missile attack on the city on September 4, 2024 killed 7 people: Bazylevych Emilia – 7 years old; Bazylevych Daryna – 18 years old; Bazylevych Yaryna – 21 years old; Bazylevych Yevheniia – 43 years old; Demydova Iryna – 52 years old; Pohoretskyi Oleksandr – 54 years old; Arabskyi Yurii – 55 years old. According to Mayor Andriy Sadovyi, the city will announce the funeral and farewell to the dead later.

Source: Denys from Kharkiv

[panimoonchild]

Russian obsession is abduction, hatred, and re-education of our kids

Mykhailo from the Ivano-Frankivsk region. Yana is from Donetsk region. They met yesterday in Lviv at the opening of the Prosthetics Center. They have different stories of amputations, but equally unbreakable willpower. These children do not stop. They live their new lives. This is what we have to work for!

Our kids find unity in the shared trauma. I hope they stay kids longer but unfortunately, Russia takes away that opportunity from them. Make Russia pay!

[umahumahumah]

brave it out, this is only the first step of becoming the best boss of all time!!!

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

oh well it's probably fine

[sunflowerpieivan]

New festival, new costume

And I took my friend’s staff for a photo

More photos will be later (I hope)

[little-mouse-adventures]

@orangerosebush's post here, with my comment and @fowlblue's tags today got me thinking.

Artemis Senior has been teaching his son matters of business from a young age. Not only was Artemis, at 11 years old, discussing stocks with his father, but Fowl Senior had been imparting his wisdom onto his son for years by that point, discussing the ever-increasing value of gold with him before tucking him into bed. Even outside of pure monetary value, Sr. had tried to go legitimate with his business dealings, leading Artemis to have a few legal ventures of his own.

We also see very early on in the books that Artemis has been regularly using Butler as a resource for his plots: bouncing ideas off him was apparently a fairly common tactic when he was scheming.

Both Artemis Senior and Butler are interested in (or at least, not opposed to) educating Artemis on the ways of their lifestyle(s). It would be Artemis Senior who would have taught his son the value of banks and safety deposit boxes and hidden safes but it was Butler who was actively working with Artemis to rob those safety deposit boxes.

In the same vein of breaking-and-entering, TLC also gives us the fun little moment where Butler hands Artemis his own lockpicks, to get into the workings of the bomb.

With one line we learn that Artemis knows how to pick locks, but does not have his own set of lockpicks. Butler, on the other hand, has both the tools and knowledge how to use them. Partnered with a brief mention in TTP of some the specific trades of those previously employed by Artemis Senior (including such things as crime lords, insider traders, and cat burglars), we can extrapolate that Artemis Senior would generally hire someone to pick a lock for him, rather than do so himself.

It's pretty logical to conclude then that Artemis learned big-picture management from his father, and day-to-day skillsets from his bodyguard.

Essentially, Artemis Senior taught Artemis how to run a criminal empire. Butler taught Artemis how to be a criminal.

[ketrindoll]

After a russian missile strike on Chernihiv killed 6 year old Sophia 64 000(!!!) russians posted and reposted jokes, such as "Chernihiv. Selling child sandals. Unworn."

When russian missile hit Vinnytsya in 2022, killing 23 people among whom was 4 year old Lisa, tens of thousands of russians online mocked her disability, laughing at her death, or even making open claims that she's better off dead.

They think murdering children is funny. They think dead children are funny.

It's definitely not "just Putin". The russian society is rotten to its core.

[xoheisse]

Ukrainian children kidnapped by russia are undergoing "patriotic" trainings in russian orphanages to completely strip them of Ukrainian identity and develop love for russian army.

If this war persists for years or is frozen, there is a high chance they will be fighting for russia.

source

[folklorespring]

I still can't process the fact that russians kidnapping Ukrainian children, adopting them in russia, changing their names and other personal information from Ukrainian to russian, "re-educating" them and raising them as russians is our reality.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_abductions_in_the_Russo-Ukrainian_War

BBC article

https://www.politico.eu/article/save-ukraine-children-abduction-russia-war-rescue-operation/

[ohsalome]

[odinsblog]

Thousands of Ukrainian children forcibly relocated to Russia are at risk of losing their cultural heritage, a new report from The Guardian claims.

Somewhere between 20,000 and 700,000 Ukrainian children have been relocated from their homes to Russia or Russian-occupied territories, often involuntarily, and put under a program aimed at erasing their emotional and psychological ties to Ukraine. “Every day they said to me that I would be staying here for ever and would never leave Russia,” one Ukrainian child told The Guardian, recounting more than a year in Russian custody. “They told me that Ukraine doesn’t exist, that it never existed, that we’re all Russians” …

“At times the other kids would beat me for being pro-Ukrainian.”

Ukraine’s prosecutor general, Andriy Kostin, claimed that Russia’s action constituted the largest mass deportation of children in Europe since World War II. He said Russia was trying to destroy Ukraine by “severing familial bonds and erasing the Ukrainian identity of the deported children.” Olena Zelenska, Ukraine’s first lady, has called for international help to bring them home.

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