#ivetta

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Elie Saab Fall 2006 Couture

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if you ignore the fnaf fansong context then youre coming with us by monochromenace is a pretty good song for ivettas relationship to natalia

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Quite some time ago my tumblr friend @eddiessoulkitchen sent me this great pic and suggested that a rain-themed poster might be fun. Ivetta B is one of those models from an era that is likely sunsetting, where girls mainly did just nude pics for a collection of different studios, each with a different psudonym. I think Ivetta B stuck the most. I'm familiar with her as someone who has shown up occasionally on my tumblr thru the years, and she's def hot, and I love those boots, and I love a good themed poster, so here we are! Sadly, it's possible that my friend Eddie may never see this poster, because he has disappeared off tumblr. They cancelled his blog once before, and it looks like they've done it again. It's so obnoxious how tumblr does that bc he's great! Posts excellent stuff, doesn't break the rules, is smart and interesting and respectful and lovely. I really hope he comes back. Do better, tumblr!

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WIP Wednesday 💛

Wednesday again, and I'm on time this week!!!

More drawings of my Elder Scrolls OCs, because I haven't done any writing this week. Ivetta, Maewynne, and Aevra, who I believe are my last few Dragonborn on my list of characters to draw! I've just got a handful of OCs left to go in terms of sketches before I move on to neatening them up and adding colour....

As with previous times, more details about them under the read more!

Also been tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter and @throughtrialbyfire since I posted 💛

Ivetta

A member of the Nightingales and Guild Master of the Thieves Guild, Ivetta thrives in the shadows. Even her identity as Dragonborn is shrouded in mystery, with only a select few in Skyrim knowing purely down to coincidence or necessity. A stark difference to her upbringing in the high society of Solitude.

The entire reason that she no longer finds herself in those circles is purely because she hated what was demanded of her. Sure, she knew how to maintain a business ledger and had sat in on a handful of deals and witnessed agreements being made during her youth, but she was always more interested in seeing what happened behind the scenes. Seeing who greased the palms of who, watching as septims were exchanged behind the scenes, and witnessed the employees who had a bone to pick selling goods under the table at their employer's expense. It always intrigued her. It irritated her parents to no end, in particular when it involved business dealings to do with her family... even more so when it involved her uncovering their plans to try and marry her off so that she was out of the way, out of Solitude.

Ivetta decided to take herself out of the way without any strings attached, but not after setting things in motion to make her family's business crumble beneath their feet - finances in ruin, ledgers which didn't add up, and alerting guards to some very illegal practices. She ensured that she couldn't be implicated by relocating over the border before it could come to fruition, into Cyrodiil, and only returning to Skyrim when she caught wind of her family's business collapsing.

Of course, when she returned, she got caught up in that Imperial ambush...

With time, she found herself in Riften, following her encounter with Brynjolf when seeking Esbern, and enjoying the thrill of carrying out his little scheme. She then joined the Thieves Guild, and gradually found herself the Guild Master and Nightingale after unveiling Mercer Frey's treachery.

Unfortunately, she finds herself in the line of sight of the Black-Briar family... Hemming Black-Briar, in particular. And he knows exactly who she was and is.

Maewynne

Maewynne is the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood and the Dragonborn... though to the population of Skyrim, the Dragonborn is an imposing Nord warrior who wants to live in solitude (not the city) thanks to little whispers which she left in the right ears - not a Bosmer with personal space issues brought on through her clashes with the Penitus Oculatus following her attempts on the Emperor's life.

At one point, after the Dark Brotherhood have properly re-established themselves in Dawnstar after their near-eradication, she finds herself... bored. Far too many contracts over petty squabbles, and hardly anything interesting. So when she gets approached by somebody with a proposal not to kill, but to set a chain of events into motion to bring about the downfall of somebody who had been a thorn in her side and a threat to one of the Brotherhood's closest associates, the Thieves Guild... who was she to say no?

Aevra

For most of her life, Aevra had been loyal. Loyal to her Empire, loyal to Skyrim, loyal to her duties as a soldier. She never gave anything less than her best, even when she was tired, bruised, and bloody. Her family had served since the Oblivion Crisis, and it made her proud to fight for the Empire. She fought through the Great War, and continued to serve the Empire ever since. She never found herself in the highest of ranks though, instead preferring being active and on the ground.

But one day, that changed. She participated in the ambush to capture Ulfric Stormcloak - a man she still vividly remembered fighting alongside back in the past, knowing full well that he would not remember her for she was little more than one of many new soldiers at the time. During the night, after having stopped on their way to the border, she was responsible for getting some more firewood... and as she did so, she caught sight of somebody in the trees. An elf - specifically an Altmer. Before she could call for them to come out of hiding... she found herself seeing little more than red.

When the redness faded away, she was horrified to find herself being apprehended by her fellow soldiers. Blood coated her hands, bodies were scattered around, and the axe she had been using to chop wood was discarded on the ground some distance away, clearly having been used as a weapon. She knew that she had been under the influence of a spell, but her allies saw only one thing - she was attacking them. A traitor. There were even whispers that she was a Stormcloak in disguise, even as she protested and tried to explain herself as she was arrested and taken to join the other prisoners set for the executioner's block.

Being saved from death by Alduin was something that she didn't know whether to consider a blessing or a curse, but she knew that she needed to prove her innocence when she caught sight of Hadvar, one of her fellow soldiers, about to return to Solitude after their escape from Helgen.

Even as she found herself in the spotlight after learning that she was the Dragonborn, no matter what she said or did, she was unable to persuade the Empire that she was innocent of murdering several fellow soldiers, and that it had no doubt been part of a Thalmor machination. She feared being arrested that much, she had to get Lydia to carry out tasks in Imperial-held lands in Skyrim on her behalf (unless it was a dragon attack, in which case she would try to get herself out of there as soon as it was handled).

There were those who heard her out though, who believed in her innocence, thanks to somebody who did remember her from the Great War. But when those people were Stormcloaks, people she had seen as the enemy... she finds herself in a dilemma.

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Catch and Release

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

Altair knows something is wrong. Ivetta confronts him with the fact that his options to act on that are limited.

For Whumptober Day 2: “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.” (Charlotte Sands, Rollercoaster)

Contains: Blackmail, minor blood, manhandling

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Ivetta was quiet as she made her patrol through the snow-covered forest. Her steps hardly made any sound, and she took paths not often traveled. The only sign of her passage was the footprints she left, readily covered by the light snowfall that blanketed the Valley.

Fortunately, when he needed to be, Altair was very good at tracking.

His quarry barely had a chance to turn before he was upon her. He slammed into her with all of the strength of a frightened animal, easily knocking her over and pinning her. Her momentary struggles were easily quelled when Altair called his magic to his palms, a clear threat.

“What happened to Elze’ith?”

Though he could feel the careful tension her muscles held, Ivetta’s expression was as impassive as always. “What do you mean, Buchannan?”

“He was calling for me. Then he stopped. You kept me from answering him.” His grip on her jacket tightened. “What happened to him?”

Terror-turned-fury was coursing hot in his blood, filling his ears and clouding the corners of his vision. Something was terribly, horribly wrong. He knew that something was wrong. He just needed to know what he was getting himself into before he stormed the castle to go fix it.

Ivetta rolled her eyes. “Nothing happened. He just realized that there was no point in what he was doing. Calm down.”

“Bullshit!” He couldn’t quite stop himself from shaking her a little bit, flames flickering at his fingertips, but neither did he care. “He wouldn’t just stop like that. Lord Denholm did something. And you’re going to tell me what.”

In a single, effortless motion, Ivetta twisted, flipping the two of them. Though Altair had thought he was ready for her to try something like that, he wasn’t quite prepared for the strength behind the motion, and found himself pinned under her just as he had been pinning her just moments before. A blade pressed against his throat instantly dispelled any thoughts of struggling he might have had.

“He is fine,” she said tersely, “and is settling in as Lord Denholm expected. Anything beyond that is private between the Lord and his ward.”

“If he’s fine,” Altair spat, “then let me talk to him.”

“That is not necessary.”

“Like hell it’s not necessary! If you don’t want me talking to him, then—”

“I will remind you,” Ivetta said, as her blade pressed further into Altair’s throat, just enough to draw blood, “that your partner has made a deal. I would advise against compromising that. Lord Denholm will not let such discourtesy go without reproach.”

That managed to cut through the heaving of Altair’s chest and the pounding of his pulse. As angry as he was, as desperate as he was, he knew when he was outmatched. And Lord Denholm was powerful, undeniably so. The two of them couldn’t comfortably take him on together, and now they couldn’t even coordinate (by design, he knew, and it made him so agitated). With Elze’ith stuck in that castle, with both of them stuck in the Valley… one wrong move could make things so much worse. And he got a feeling Elze’ith would be paying the brunt of that price.

He couldn’t just leave Elze’ith. But what if he made things worse by intervening? Though he wanted so badly to just act, consequences be damned, he knew Elze’ith would say to be patient, to plan.

Elze’ith would say that, if they could talk. Ivetta had prevented that from happening. And there was nothing he could do about it right now.

Altair sagged. “Okay. Fine. I get it.”

“Good.” Just as quickly as she had pinned him, Ivetta pulled back, stowing her knife and standing. “I knew you could be reasonable.”

Altair’s fist tightened as he stood as well. A drop of blood trickled down his neck, but he didn’t let himself react to it. Not that it mattered, as Ivetta turned to leave without another word.

As he watched Ivetta walk away, Altair tried to shake the feeling that he was losing, yet again.

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Pobrecit:a:s

Impact of Discrimination on Integration of Emigrants From the Aggressor Country (with Ivetta Sergeeva) Following the full-scale invasion of Ukraine in 2022, up to one million Russians fled their homeland, marking the most significant brain drain since the Soviet Union’s collapse. While some host countries view the highly educated and politically active migrants as an asset, integrating nationals…

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Ivetta Lokhmatova - "Glare".

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Ivetta Ki

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Lets start #beyocweek with @beyblade-oc-week ! I hadnt time to draw brand new and so detailed arts, so lets say I'll use a few old ones, a few new "fast and furious" to give you opportunity to meet my girl - Nadhezda Ingrid Koroliov.

She's heroine for my fanfiction which I'm publishing on Wattpad, as "Prince Charming".

Day 1. Present.

So for "today", after a few plots, argues and some other things, she's a freshly wed wife of Robert Jurgens, (known for all of you 🤪) as German Beyblade Champion and the head of Team Majestics.

Nadia herself is Russian Beyblade Championess, World Ice-Skating Championess and the first model of the Koroliov's Fashion House. She was forced into match-making relationship with Robert to make a family-business bond between Jurgens and Koroliovs.

On this quick family portrait 🙈 you can see Nadia with her older sister Tatiana Marina (pink dress), mother Ivetta (red dress) and father Igor (only one man 🤪).

If you have any questions, just ask in coments 🧡💜🧡💜 I'd love to answer.

Also feel free to read fanfiction 😁

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Naomi splash illustration. This illustration was made together with my mentor Ivetta from Envar Studios. I thank her for the great help she has been :D

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