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[sicilitude]

@radiomayak

"This is such a stupid idea," Viola said to the statue of St. Antony on her dashboard. She had learned that Ivan moved (after everyone else, it seemed, as usual), and in a fit of whatever she decided to impose. Bring new-home offerings, like she would for anyone. Moving was such a hassle, you know, and it helped to have a friend who could bring a meal or offer some comfort or help move a couch. Viola could do one of those things, at least. Maybe she could still help with the couch, too.

"I mean, he didn't even ask me for anything," she whined, out loud, in this rental car, outside of some sad apartment complex in Russia. "I probably should've called ahead. I don't even know if he likes my cooking." She paused, listened, watched someone pass by her car. Maybe she should've thought of that before she left her hotel room? Or even before she left her home? Why did she care, anyway, that she found out that Ivan moved through the grapevine? That's how people learned things these days anyway. She heard it through a cousin who was more active on the political scene, who probably heard it through someone else or through instagram. Maybe friends just didn't share this kind of information with each other these days.

Viola looked at the casserole dish in the passenger seat and gripped the steering wheel tight. "Anthony, cousin," she prayed. "Do me a favor and find my dignity before I get back. Okay?"

With a little help from the locals, Viola found her way to Ivan's new door. She didn't like the looks of the new building, but whatever. It wasn't her home. She steeled herself, smiled, relaxed, knocked, and presented the casserole dish. "Hello, Ivan! I heard you moved, and thought you could use a warm, home-cooked meal. I brought tomato-stewed fish!"

[cryingyetcourageous]

@radiomayak continued from (here)

"Thank you."

How was it that after all this time, hearing Ivan praise him still gave him relief rather than pride? Then again, it was debatable how much of that feeling was a product of their past versus how much it was a response to his own self-value: was he relieved that he'd avoided any consequences that may come from Ivan's disapproval, or was he relieved that his efforts had value at all? Neither option was pleasant to dwell on, so for now, he didn't. He'd let them come back and unravel one another in his head when he tried to sleep that night.

Raivis slipped out his flask and tipped it into his half-filled drink, stopping with a decent gap between liquid and rim to avoid any spills should his shaking act up. As usual, he was denied liquor and had to order an alcohol-free version of one of their offerings; also as usual, he planned ahead. He might not be able to order shots or beer, but he could make do with mocktails that he spiked himself. If anyone saw his trick, then they didn't say anything. People were usually good at minding their own business. In a way, it was kind of nice to have that control over his drink - the fancy ones were always so strongly flavored with their syrups or juices, but if they came prepared and he diluted them with some vodka, he could decide how intense the sweetness was.

Tucking away his flask once more, he took a sip from his glass and let it linger for a moment, nose and corners of his eyes crinkling at the question. Did he even like chocolate?

With a little snort, his hand came up as he pushed down the drink that threatened to spill out from his short, stifled laugh. He had to gulp hard to get himself to speak. "Y-Yeah. Yes, I like chocolates very much. But to choose a favorite...? I mean, it would have been Laima before they were bought out, but now..." Ugh. Things never stayed the same. They were still quality chocolate, but they weren't as good as before. "I don't know. Really, food stuff doesn't have to be expensive to be good, and I usually have plenty of sweet things at home. I guess I could get extra bitter dark chocolate for a change of pace, but..."

Again, he trailed off with a little shrug, not entirely sure where he was going with his thought. What would he want, then? "Nothing too expensive! Really, gifts don't have to be expensive. I guess I could use a new blanket? For the sofa, you know. It's getting kind of tattered, and I haven't really had the motivation to mend all the tears. It's not, ah, not all that nice looking for when I have company."

[offreedom]

bit off her acrylic nails a couple days ago

Her cuticles are still bleeding & her nail beds are fucked. What of it?

Make an assumption about Keira.♡

[apres-moi-ledeluge]

How does one get that close-friend feeling with strangers? Or no one? I don’t know.

Eh? What close-friend feeling? What? Are you in love?

[paperworkanddogs]

“Do you still drink?”

"of course I do. And smoke, my doctor can't get me off either"

[ehrendame]

@radiomayak in response to this X

"So—you think that I am attractive then?" Resi asks as she glances at his expression. It was ages since someone complimented her or even showed interest in her and despite knowing that he was thirsty she was flattered by his compliment.

[paperworkanddogs]

"i--"

He thinks about it

"I didn't mean to!" He shrieks

He wold whistles. "You look good!"

"Yeah. I work out. You've been getting pretty comfortable out in Ottawa, right?" He's giving Slavic judgemental side eye the whole time.

[frestoniia]

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@radiomayak

" Unit. "

[boisterousfifty]

@coffeebleeds, @radiomayak, @teableeds

[cacophonyofpersonalities]

List 5-10 of your favorite songs, tag 10 people! (If you are able)

Tagged by: @crew-from-capulet

1. Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras - Unholy

2. Six The Musical - Don’t Lose Your Head

3. Caparezza - Vieni a Ballare in Puglia

4. Looking Glass - Brandy (You’re A Fine Girl)

5. Peyton Parrish - Draugr

6. Sabaton - Attack Of The Dead Men

7. Nathan Sharpe - Core Pride

8. Green Day - Minority

9. MCR - I’m Not Okay (I Promise)

10. System Of A Down - Deer Dance

tagging: @thenexuslibrary, @superbeaucoupdevisages, @mauerfrau @radiomayak @amantebravo @lavendersails

[paperworkanddogs-moved]

“I’m not angry,” he lied. He was angry that he was going out to take care of Ivan again, and he was going to have to clean up and he felt bad that he couldn’t seem to find a way to cut back on his emotional investment.

He was hurt that Ivan was doing this and not telling him the truth. “I’m worried, there’s a difference. You’re - Vanya, are you sure you’re okay?”

[Text] do you think im crazy

[SMS] What are you planning to do?

That will determine if Ludwig thinks he's crazy or not

[cryingyetcourageous]

“Have you always been like that? So anxious?"

What a loaded question. Before he can stop himself, blunt as ever, the words slip out: "I-It got much worse when I started living with you." And as soon as they're said, they're regretted, Raivis jolting at his own harshness as if he were the one to be spoken to in such a way, as if he were the one hurt. He swallows hard and clarifies. "I-It seemed to get worse with each new person I lived with. Not only you. Germany and Sweden and Poland and - and Livonia. Um, if anything, I-I guess Livonia was when it really started. I was not very anxious before the Crusades. It's just, since you're the most recent out of all of those, i-it's... unfortunate timing." It wasn't just saving face - it was the truth. "I'm s-so sorry for saying it like that. That was very poor wording."

[offreedom]

ʘ‿ʘ

❝ As you damn should. ❞

[paperworkanddogs]

Russia barely changed in the time Ludwig had been away, and he was rather refreshed by the people. Listening to the people chatting around him on the bus, he closed his eyes and rested his head against the rattling window.

Ivan hadn't been answering his phone as often as Ludwig wanted him to, so the plans he had made half without him were... dubious to say the least.

Matt had planned everything and sent Ludwig ahead of him, since there was an important meeting Matt couldn't skip. As he rode along, he counted the houses as they passed. Ivan's dacha would be coming up soon, which would be awkward. Hopefully they wouldn't see each other too much. The bus stopped barely long enough for him to get off and clipped his bag while the driver took off. Whatever. Walking along, he looked for the house number, stopping in front of Ivan's house. Yeah, this was it.... but why? Picking out Ivan's number, he called

[hamburgerhowdy]

I mean, whatever helps ya sleep at night! I just didn’t wanna write it because I thought it’d pull a Beetlejuice and make me have to deal with you, but uh. . . you’re here anyways, so guess that was a waste of caution.

Time to learn ya'll some facts, homeskillets. I KNOW WHAT EUROPE IS, ALRIGHT?! Gawd.

[apres-moi-ledeluge]

France, why do you flirt with me? I don't understand what you're doing, if you're not trying to date me or... something like that.

Because it's fun and if you want to date then it's already set up. Also because I am oooooooooooozing with sexuality and needs