#rp moscow

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[cameragirlkatesblog-blog]

[ourpl3d]

"Oh, then I suppose I won't tell you that they are still working with Dream." (The Egg)

dream’s in prison. they can’t be working with dream. try again.

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[fyodordostoevskeys]

Can you recommend me a old russian song?

Yes. Of course.

"Alexandra" - Sergei Nikitin - Oscar winner: Moscow Doesn't Believe In Tears

This song it's from old russian movie.

Not many people know this song...

[the-bar-sinister]

I miss him. (my partner's OC).

[jolenees]

helloo!

Im looking for an rp partner for The Hobbit fandom rp. My favourite pairing is Bagginshield/Thilbo and Im eager to find someone who loves them as much as I do🥹 I prefer to roleplay for Bilbo

IMPORTANT TO KNOW: im Russian and my English level is um.. not very high, so I can do silly mistakes, type for a long time and often use the translator. I hope it's not a big deal🙏

More about me:

• I live in Moscow time zone, UTC+3. I won't be able to be online all the time, but I'll try to respond as often as I can;

• Third person POV;

• I can't rate my literacy- you can rate it by yourself;

• In my native language I usually write 30+ lines, will try to write ± the same amount;

• Im patient person, and it would be great if you will like that too

Dont carp too much about the way I write please, Im still learning🥹 I also can chat in any social network that is comfortable for you! Just tell me about it, please

My discord: neliafinwe

[daria-dam1enlover]

RU: всем снова здравствуйте, я наконец начала снова рисовать. Я не знаю, что со мной, возможно на меня так сильно влияет аномальная жара (до 40°), но в последнее время я не могу делать буквально ничего. Но я очень рада, что сделала хотя бы несколько скетчей за сегодня. Завтра планирую чуть-чуть поработать с париком на Вени и снять несколько видео в косплее и если останутся силы, уложить парик на Ди.

А пока немного о рисунках:

1 - это рисунок, вдохновленный фотографией лисы фенека

2 - это комммшен с одной из моих мью в тик токе

3 - это заказ от подписчицы

4 - это рисунок, вдохновленный артом другого художника с их ОС персонажами, только там была другая поза и немного другой концепт

5 - это идея, которая пришла мне при просмотре референсов в пинтерест

6 - это рисунок, вдохновленный рп в чарактер аи (там я была женой Дамиена и у нас была 4 месячная дочь Ева)

Надеюсь, что смогу сделать всё в ближайшее время, так как 10 июля я еду в гости к сестре в Москву. Спасибо за внимание к моему творчеству, буду публиковать фотки из Москвы 💞

ENG: Hello everyone again, I finally started drawing again. I don't know what is wrong with me, maybe I'm just affected by the abnormal heat (up to 40 °), but lately I have been unable to do literally anything. But I'm very glad that I did at least a few sketches today. Tomorrow I plan to work a little with a wig on a Veni and made some videos in cosplay and if I have the strength left, do the wig on D.

A little bit about these drawings:

1 - is a drawing inspired by photo of fennec fox

2 - is a collaboration with one of my friends in tik tok

3 - is an order from a subscriber

4 - is a drawing inspired by the art of another artist with their OC, only there was a different pose and a slightly different concept

5 - is an idea that came to me when i looked at the references in Pinterest

6 - is a drawing inspired by rp in character ai (where I was Damien's wife and we had a 4-month-old daughter Eve)

I hope that I'll be able to do everything in the near future, since on July 10 I'm going to visit my sister in Moscow. Thank you for your attention to my artworks, will post photos from Moscow 💞

[jonas205]

This show is so fresh that I don't think anyone on here that roleplays has seen it- but on the off chance that someone has, would anyone be up for A Gentleman in Moscow rp? I would really like to explore more of Nicholi and the Counts relationship (platonically or romantically. You *Cannot* tell me Nicholi didn't look at him with the eyes of longing) or more of the Count and Nina's relationship (obviously platonically. She's a child lmao)

[qqueenofhades]

I’m the msk accent anon, I was not being a jerk, I’m sorry! It’s just that I am myself from Moscow and a) have a very pronounced Msk accent that is like. I mean I pronounce coca-cola as кака-кола with a. You don’t have to pay attention to that B) more importantly, I’ve seen… uh very disturbing info on the internet that Moscow accent is the “accent of white people” (yikes) and since then I have this idea that it has been overemphasized as the big deal when people learn Russian as a foreign language. And yeah, I get that, most Russian people who know English use rp or transatlantic as their guide, it’s just easier to navigate pronunciation this way, but also!!! Unlike French and English Russian is very straightforward in terms of pronunciation. You can straight up just read the word and that’s how it is pronounced. I bet stressing the vowels is a much bigger problem for people who learn Russian as a foreign language

English though... You guys straight up don’t have any coherent rules of pronunciation. Horrible horrible

Don't worry, I don't think you were being a jerk! I'm glad you're chiming in, since several of my followers also seem to be learning/studying Russian and find this discussion helpful.

As for the Moscow accent being the prestige accent, that's the same way it happened with English (London became the prestige accent/dialect), since the most important version of the language tends to be the one that's used by the apparatus of power, which is located in the most important city. Likewise, the Russian language is obviously tied up with Russian history/culture, which right now is in the full-blown grips of imperialism/white supremacy under Putin. So it doesn't surprise me that there's icky racial stuff around Which Russian Accent Is the Most Correct Russian Accent, since there is the entire (genocidal) thing about Which Russian Person Is the Most Correct Russian Person. Because language is a cultural production, it reflects the needs and priorities of the people speaking it, so it is subject to the same beliefs and prejudices as everything else.

However, please believe that I FULLY understand your struggle when it comes to learning English and/or French. I know both languages, French is Mad Max Fury Road when it comes to pronouncing and/or not pronouncing letters, and English is a horrible Frankenstein grab bag that, as the great Terry Pratchett put it, beats up other languages in the back alley and rifles through their pockets for loose grammar. It has zero coherent rules of pronunciation and there are plenty of native speakers who can't explain it any more than "that's just the way we learned it, idk." So yes. Truly, anyone who learns English as a foreign language is a champ. Y'all have my mad respect.

[redrobemerle]

::0 ! in no particular order:

Don Juan Triumphant - Closure in Moscow (was introduced to me as a character song suggestion for an rp im in and im lowkey obsessed with it now)

Bitter Medicine - the Crane Wives (this has been my favorite CW song since i got to see them live and gods i cannot wait for an official release so i can loop it properly. heres hoping itll be on their september album)

Intent On - David Day ft. Grig Pariseau (would it really be me if i didnt suggest at least one instrumental piece? david day has two newer albums that ive been meaning to listen to as well but. que sera sera)

EVIL - 哲作 ft. Chis-A (listen sometimes youve just gotta find the most niche as hell vocaloid music and listen to it exclusively for two days straight idk what to tell you)

The Ballad Of The Unremarkable Derrick Kreuger - the Garages (song of all time, honestly. idk what was in the blaseball water that made the musicians go so fuckin hard with their songwriting but goddamn)

tags for fun and profit (by profit i mean more fun) : @gilda-dent @spacetrashpile @ohnoitsoak @nonbinaryiidatenya and anyone else who wants to <3

tagged by @littlelesbianlegend thank you <33 sorry the post was a bit long

five songs i've been loving lately!

prom - sza

espresso - sabrina carpenter

poison oak - bright eyes

is there something in the movies? - samia

map on a wall - lucy dacus

no pressure tags: @mildew-dread-mold @fromjannah @bnsfrailway @carcrashgf @catacombchrysalis (i know you were tagged before sorry) @ahotknife and anyone else who wants to!

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

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[ourpl3d]

A low laugh escaped the thick air around Purpled.

"Oh is that right? I'm just a plant? Oh Purpled... I remember when you were one of my most loyal followers only two loops ago. If only your memory wasn't reset each time He got bored with everyone on this server. Maybe you'd remember that I'm a God, that I've been around far longer and will be here for years to come."

The voice only grew closer.

"If Wilbur and Tommy have a White streak in their hairs... Perhaps you should look more closely at Punz's hair. Do they really have 3 lives or is he on his fourth or fifth life..."

Settling near the nap of Purpled's neck close to the Alien's ear, The Egg's voice seemed to whsiper.

"I mean... considering there were to revive books... Him and Dream both are owners. That's the one constant in every loop. Another constant is keeping you in the dark."

The voice seemed to drift away from Purpled's ear though.

"Though~ What do I know... It's not like I know you all like the back of my hand. It's not like my followers are a sorta hivemind. Don't believe me? Fine. Go ask another Eggpire member then~"

< purpled swats at his ears. he sits down, trying to rub at them as if that will extinguish the noise. >

< after a beat of silence, he looks around. tail lashing, eyes flicking over everything. there has to be a clump of vines somewhere—- if he can get the vines… >

they aren’t eggpire members anymore. punz is out, hannah is out, ponk is out…

< he breathes shallow for a second, and then calms himself. emotions completely flatten out. >

…or they should be.

< he checks the server list. punz’ coords. that should fix this. >

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[viktoriatikhomirova]

[parasite-core]

The Magnus AU, Statement 2

Statement of Umber Vozianov, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Regarding…the infinity of space, and an ill-advised gamble. Recorded direct from subject March 2nd, 2021. 

Statement begins.

“I told you once before that I used to work for Roscosmos in Moscow. Not a prestigious position, but I had ambitions to work my way up back then. I…loved space. The stars. The *idea* of how unknown it was. My mother had always encouraged it. She was a bit of a hobbyist in the subject. It was…one of the few things we had in common, really. So, you can imagine I was incredibly eager to have any position with Roscosmos.

It started out great. It wasn’t exactly everything I’d ever dreamed of, but it was a step in the right direction. I met a couple of the right people, and they let me see some of the first-hand shots of distant galaxies. Even use the equipment once. It was…probably the best time of my life. But…well, things like that don’t really last. Not for me.

I was helping to clean up late one night. We’d been celebrating…something. The launching of a research satellite I think? I remember I’d stayed behind to help clean up. The building was mostly empty. So, I decided to take a peek at the telescope. See if it was still set up to see the satellite. I knew how it worked by now, it wasn’t like I was toying around with something I didn’t know anything about. But when I looked at the screen with the digital image of the distant stars…I felt almost like I was falling in. And then I *was* falling in. I found myself floating in the vacuum of space. It should have been impossible, obviously. I should have frozen to death, or suffocated, or been killed by the vacuum itself. But instead I floated there, unable to breath, my lungs burning, but never actually suffocating. Just floating, at the edge of infinity. For hours. For days. It was impossible to say how much time passed, without the sun or the moon to keep track. Then…I was back. Exactly where I’d been. Exactly when I’d been. But I knew. For a fact, without a doubt, that it happened.

And the next night, when I left work, and stepping out under the open starry night sky, it happened again. This time it felt like longer. Like a week or more had passed, before I found myself outside of work again exactly where I’d left, my coworkers still talking about the same weekend trip they had been. They asked what was wrong, but I couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t begin to tell them that I’d just lost an impossible amount of time in the span of seconds. So instead I excused myself and went home.

And this kept happening. Night after night, every time I caught sight of the void of space above us. Sometimes, I managed to get all the way home without looking up, and I’d be safe for the evening. But, usually I caught sight of it before I thought about it, or I’d see the reflection in something, or even a few times the *pictures* of the stars at my work. It was longer each time, until…I swear I was there for over a year one time. Just…floating there, with the infinite expanse of space stretched out before me. Stuck in the complete and utter nothingness between stars and planets. There’s nothing in the world that I can begin to compare it to, on Earth even if you’re trapped in complete darkness you have air or the ground beneath your feet. In space, there is *nothing*, and you are the smallest most insignificant thing floating in the middle of all that nothing. I don’t know how I didn’t lose my mind entirely. For a while I thought I had. But…honestly I’d had one other run in with the supernatural before…maybe I’ll give that statement as well someday. So, I knew that it wasn’t out of the question. And besides being tortured, I felt like my mind was as sharp as ever.

It was after a month of this that I met him. I was once again in the suffocating infinity of space. Too close to some distant star, its radiation scorching my skin in a way that also should have been impossible to survive. And then he was there. He was this skinny almost scruffy looking blonde fellow, not someone you’d normally look twice at, except for the fact that he was floating in space with me. At first, I once again thought that I had to be losing my mind. As if floating and burning in space for weeks were somehow less strange than his appearance there—but at that point it was.

When he spoke, it was with a thick German accent. He introduced himself as Lucien Anasia, and he offered to play a game. Suddenly, I could breathe again. And we were away from that burning star, instead floating in the complete void between everything. I blinked, and then he was directly in front of me, close enough for me to reach out and touch if I hadn’t been so terrified by him. Every time he moved it was like that. One moment he’d be one place, and the next another, with no actual movement in between.

This Lucien fellow, he said he’d had his fun, and now he wanted to…end the game. He said if I took his bet and won, then he would release me from this cycle I’d been suffering through. I knew I couldn’t trust him, whoever or whatever he was. But I also knew I didn’t have a choice in the matter. If I refused, I was certain he’d just leave me there…and that I wouldn’t be returning this time. Maybe he’d have even thrown me into one of those stars, for good measure. I don’t know. I’ll never know, and for once I’d be happy to keep it that way.

Anyways. I took his bet. He showed me a coin. This big heavy golden thing, some kind of doubloon. On one side was a crescent moon, and on the other the sun. He told me to choose a side. He’d decide my fate on the flip of…a *goddamned* coin. The very idea made he angry, made me wish I could just punch him in the nose. But he held my fate in his hands, so I bit back my first reaction, and I chose the crescent moon. The moon, the symbol of humans’ escape from the planet and into space. My symbol of escaping back to the planet, being drawn back into the gravity of the Earth and allowed to wake up with my feet on solid ground once again.

He flipped the coin. It spun in the vacuum, spinning and turning for far too long, until Lucien reached out and plucked it from the air. When he opened his hand, the coin rested in his palm. A crescent moon was there, clear as day. He looked…dispassionate. I don’t think he even *cared* what would happen to me. This was just…some distraction or something for him.

Then I felt like I was falling, and I was back. Back on the street at night, halfway home, where I’d seen the reflection of the night sky in a car window. I ran the rest of the way, didn’t stop until I had a door and closed blinds between me and the sky. I didn’t trust that this man…this thing…would keep his word. I still don’t.

I tried to keep working at Roscosmos. I…really did. But I couldn’t stand the sight of stars anymore. Seeing galaxies and the void of space, even in pictures…it started giving me panic attacks. I left…quit. My mother didn’t understand. Got angry for my…lack of ambition. I couldn’t begin to explain it to her. She wouldn’t have believed me, anyways. She didn’t the first time. So…eventually I left. Left home. Left Russia. Left to a place with more light pollution…a dimmer night sky. And I’ve never been pulled into the void again. Or seen that man, Lucien. And…more than anything else, I hope I never do.”

[573p5]