#sbiten

[sketchmenot-art]

Sergei Dragunov - Mellow Listening

Drew Sergei Dragunov from TEKKEN enjoying some warm sbiten and listening to some nice tunes on his radiola~🎶

I made a music playlist inspired by Dragunov to listen to during matches or when I’m drawing him to really get me in the zone and because he’s my fave. ✨

I was inspired by the song Если Б Не Глаза Твои (If Not For Your Eyes) by Vladimir Troshin while working on this piece. Very lovely song. I like to imagine that Dragunov’s singing voice sounds like Troshin’s. 🪽

Vladimir Troshin - Если Б Не Глаза Твои (If Not For Your Eyes)

Done with Clip Studio Paint EX July 2024

[morethansalad]

Sbiten Tayozhny / Russian Berry Mocktail (Vegan)

[eddieheart]

Just read this cute avengers fic so I’m giving you some of my favourite quotes.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Sbiten - hot winter beverage - vendor

Russian vintage postcard

[bluedovee]

you feel that someone is gently touching your hand, but when you look back you don't notice anyone

you go back to your business, but you feel the gaze on you

you turn around, but look below this time and notice a gift

a small speck of Dust visited you and left a gift

«Merry Christmas to you! 🩵🎄✨»

WAAAA I'm a little behind on my asks but this is adorable ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

THANK YOU!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU TOO!!!

I'll wear your gift on my shoulder hehe ♥

[kortac-sweetheart]

“you erode my edges and turn me into love.”

nikto can’t remember the last time he’s recognized himself in the mirror. a part of him— several parts of him actually, died after that day.

just like a jigsaw puzzle that’s missing a few pieces, his memory is spotty. who was he? who is he? there’s something wrong with him.

he’s not human.

inhuman.

a tool for war. meant to be used to his absolute limit and discarded by the wayside when he finally breaks. to live and die behind the scope of a rifle— that’s all there is for him, for them.

but by some miracle— nothing short of the grace of god himself, you end up in his life.

it’s a blur. his life turned into a complete whirlwind when you entered it. he doesn’t remember when his days behind the scope ended, when the sound of gunfire and crackly comms were replaced by soft humming and joyous laughter, when shitty lukewarm coffee from the mess was replaced with a nice steaming cup of sbiten, made fresh by you.

when his ring finger, once empty now adorned with a simple golden band engraved with your anniversary and initials.

he doesn’t know what he did to deserve it. a mangled and beaten mutt like him, not even living— barely just scraping by in life; taken in by you. lovely, sweet adoring you.

you’re too good to him, they think.

your love does not revive the missing parts of his psyche. nothing ever will. but they’re replaced, slowly but surely, lovingly hand repaired by you.

like the charming patchwork on a well loved jacket, or the golden streaks of kintsugi in a once shattered bowl.

repaired, different, but whole once more. changed, but for the better, marbled with visible signs of healing and life.

they don’t know how to repay you. don’t know if they ever can, in return for the sheer scale of love and care and adoration you’ve shown them. nothing would ever suffice as recompense in their eyes. but you never ask for such repayment from him.

life is not transactional when it comes to you.

but he still wants to show his gratitude nonetheless. he learns all about all of you, until he’s able to recite it eyes closed, by heart. the way you like your coffee in the morning, your favorite meals in the winter and summer, your clothing measurements, that look in your eye when you want affection but are too shy to ask. he learns all that and much more on his quest to love you like you do him.

but his favorite way of loving you is built into his daily routine. without fail, every night before bed he’ll kneel before you where you sit on the edge of your shared bed. head nestled against your lap and arms around your waist or thighs and he’ll just. speak. endlessly, he’ll let you hear the timbre of his voice and the rumble in his chest when he recites all that he loves about you.

how you looked dazzling in the afternoon sun earlier today, or how much he appreciates your cooking. he lets himself verbalize all that he loves about you. with him, you will never be able to doubt the magnitude of his love for you.

you hold him close, running your hand through his hair as he speaks, and sometimes he gets choked up. drowning in emotion and love for you, you don’t shush him, instead quietly thumbing away his tears and loving him all the same.

the sharp, inscrutable edges of his past, all now sanded down by you. your love. he’s all yours. body, mind, soul and heart, like a little pebble of sea glass tumbled by the shores of your love. all points and razor’s edge melted away under your quiet care.

his past self would scoff. say that he’s grown soft, undeserving of this little life he has. you’re too good for a beast like him. but to hell with him. to hell with the past. you’re all that matters now, he’ll live in the present— embraced with you and your love until the end of time.

[pingurusama]

He's a bit grumpy but with a bribe of sbiten, he's good to go ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[askganon]

I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO SLEEP BUT MY MIND REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING I WANTED TO ASK

See, I come from Russia and we have a historical drink here (it originates from the times of our hystory called Kyevskaya Rus, and due to that can be also found in the cultures of Ukraine and Belarus) that may be curious for you to try: it is called Sbiten' and it is kind of like mulled wine, but instead of wine honey is used. It is great for the colder time of the year, and judging by the speed of answering, the winter should be allready here when you will get to this message.

My point is Would you like to try it?

I am willing to try this Sbiten, and you are correct in your calculations on timing.

[zu-is-here]

hi, I just want to wish you a good day ✨

I love your work, it's wonderful! keep some funny animals 💛

Hii Sbitens!╰(*´︶`*)╯That's so nice of you, thanks a lot and have a wonderful day too! ♡

You made me blush (〃ω〃) and also laugh XD

UPD:

NO WHY— :'D

[ashgunnywolf]

Trick or Treat!!

- harley

Why, hello there! What a charming costume! Here's an excerpt from an upcoming pompep fic:

"No no no no NO!" Vlad squeezed his eyes shut to hide the flash of red glow. "Strawberry cheesecake, what was Diggins thinking with that play?!" He flopped backwards onto the sofa with a dramatic huff. "If I didn't know better, I'd think that man was being paid off by the Bears."

Danny snickered. "I'm surprised you didn't take it upon yourself to investigate."

Vlad glared at him. "I did. That's why I know better."

"I don't know why I doubted you." Danny took a sip from his mug of sbiten. "This stuff is great, by the way. Where did you get the recipe?"

"My mother made it all the time when I was a boy. I'm sure she got it from her mother, who got it from her mother, and so on." Vlad beamed. "I'll make more this weekend, if you like."

[mikovwrites]

If Sergei Dragunov ever decided to post an ASMR video of him making a cup of sbiten, just know that I'll be the one who give him at least half a million views.

Another chapter of my husband Sergei Dragunov has been updated. Enjoy!

[arthurhonda]

Hetalia Rarepair Day 1

@hetalia-rarepairweek

France x Russia Prompt: Cottage

“Achoo!”

Francis felt personally attacked by the bitter cold that bit his nose and his ears making them hurt as he walked besides his tall boyfriend through the snow-covered forest.

“Oh no! Francis, are you alright?” Ivan asks in a concerned tone as he offered Francis a tissue.

“I’m cold, and I can’t feel my toes anymore.” Francis replies as he blows his nose.

“That is because it is wintertime!”

“Why couldn’t we have gone in summer?”

Ivan was silent and did not respond. Francis pulled at his puffy coat and tried to pull it tighter around him to keep out the snow and the ice. He was cold, wet, and tired and they had been walking together for a while. Suddenly Francis felt soft fabric fall around his neck and looked up to see that Ivan had wrapped his scarf around Francis, leaving his own neck exposed.

“Wait, you’re going to be cold now!” Francis retaliates, attempting to take off the scarf to return it.

“I’ll be fine. Wear the scarf.” Ivan replies firmly.

Francis caves and does not fight the scarf. He can’t help but take in the scent of the scarf, noticing that it smells like Ivan. It’s comforting, despite Ivan literally being a few paces away.

After what felt like a millennium, they arrived at a small wooden cottage at the edge of the forest. It was surrounded by empty grassland. Francis shivered as the wind pounded against him more harshly than when they were in the forest.

“Good. We are here. I will unlock the door.” Ivan says gently as he rustles around in his pockets to find the key. 

He quickly unlocked the front door and the two men shuffled in. It’s cold and dark, but there’s plenty of firewood by the fire and it’s well decorated.

“You stay in here. I’ll go get the generator started.” Ivan insisted before shutting Francis inside the cozy cottage.

Francis shivers a bit, but without the wind, he feels a little bit warmer. He reaches up to undo his jacket and remembers that he’s still wearing Ivan’s scarf, and that he should probably return it, so his boyfriend doesn’t freeze to death outside.

As his hands touched the door handle, the lights came on in the little cottage. With the lights on, it seemed much brighter and warmer inside, despite there being no internal heating.

After a few moments Ivan came shuffling in through the door. He shook his body thoroughly, snow falling off of him like an avalanche. As his hair shook back and forth, Francis couldn’t help but remember why he fell in love with the Russian in the first place.

The moment was ruined by Francis sneezing again.

“We should get you warmed up now.”

“Now?!” Francis said in surprise with what he assumed Ivan was insinuating.

Ivan shook his head as he went over to the fireplace to start a warm fire.

“Not like that. I am cold and tired tonight. I simply wish to enjoy a fire, warm drinks, and some cuddles tonight, is that alright with you?” Ivan asked, looking over his shoulder at Francis.

Francis’ face softened as he wrapped his arms around Ivan’s waist.

“Of course. We came here to relax and enjoy ourselves. I would fight the world for you my love.”

“I can’t make a fire with you doing that. Go relax. I will take care of you today.”

“You spoil me.” Francis coos as he releases Ivan’s waist.

“Go sit. I’ll make a fire and then get us something warm to drink.”

Francis finally got the chance to take off his coat and snow pants and settle into the couch besides the fireplace. Ivan started the fire then hopped off to the kitchen, humming a familiar tune as he made something for the two of them to drink.

He closed his eyes for just a moment and melted into the couch. Before he knew it, he could hear Ivan carefully walking towards him, so he opened his blue eyes to a glass full of purplish brown liquid in a mug.

“Hm? What’s this?”

“сбитень”

“Sbiten?” Francis echoes back.

“It’s like Glühwein, but without alcohol.”

“No alcohol?”

“You’re picky about your red wines.”

“Fair enough. Give it here.” Francis says smoothly as he takes the warm drink from Ivan’s hands. He takes a sip and finds it absolutely delicious.

“I’m not complaining, but why are we all the way out here?” Francis asks as he replaces the scarf he borrowed onto Ivan’s neck before snuggling into the larger man’s shoulder.

“Well, I thought I’d show you the izba that’s been in my family’s name since the 1700’s.”

Francis looked around at the cottage in disbelief. Ivan laughed at Francis’ confusion.

“Well, not the actual building. It’s modeled after the original building that was built here, but it’s long since been remodeled. Still, my family built it in the same style as the original building to keep true to history. Plus, this place is very important to my family. I wanted to share that with you.

“I see.” Francis replies with a yawn. The warmth from the drink and the fire was making him quite warm and sleepy.

Ivan gives Francis a little kiss on the top of his head of blonde waves.

“Sleep for now. We can do more tomorrow.”

[rogerrrroger]

Hokly shit Star Wars fan...Obligated to ask for more Ashoka (I love her) oorah. If you're not feeling up for a drawing, tf2 question time. Mercs favorite drink go. Excluding demo because well. You Know.

YIPPEE I’m gonna do both

As for the favourite drinks, forgive me because I know jack shit about anything here but

Scout: obviously, Bonk. You can’t chug that shit 4 times a day without being addicted to it.

Soldier: I have a random feeling it would be hot chocolate. Seems hearty and all round enjoyable, like America. He probably got some old lady who made it for him while he was killing Germans.

Pyro: much like Scout, loves bright and sugary drinks. Probably loves slushies and stuff.

Engineer: Whatever brand of beer he drinks while he’s sitting back (got no idea). Reminds him of home and simple pleasures.

Heavy: Sbiten (honey-based Russian mulled wine). I think he used to make it with his family before the war, and it reminds him of the cold.

Sniper: hasn’t considered it, but lives off coffee, straight black. Can’t say he loves it, but it’s extremely necessary.

Medic: although stereotypically enjoys German-brewed beer, his favourite drink would be tea. I think he and heavy drink it when reading together.

Spy: he meticulously picks and chooses the finest most refined alcohol for his smoking room. Secretly enjoys the fruitier drinks.

[bluedovee]

*knocks on your door* trick or treat? 👀 *holding his candy bucket* I am Sbiten...well, and pumpkin now…

TREAT!! Blueberry gives you a pumpkin for your pumpkins!! >:D

[starrabbitmedia]

What's everyone's favourite type of weather? Cozy rainy days at home? Sunny days at the beach? Something else?

(Gonna answer this one from the human AU because I had the idea and now it wont leave me alone. ENJOY!)

"I think I like the spring and the fall the best," Felicity answered with a grin. She twirled her hunting knife between her fingers, gazing out at the forest from the back of the parked food truck. "Summer's nice, but I like the cooler days when the critters are out. I can walk around all cozy and not sweatin'. Makes huntin' fresh game for the food truck a lot easier."

Sure this meant they weren't using some of the traditional Mexican ingredients in Tiago's food, but a hunting license wound up a LOT cheaper than constantly buying meat in the long-run. She could bring him home a deer, skin it, slice it up, and give him enough meat to use for nearly a week's worth of meals depending on the size of it. Pelts and bones could also be resold and turned into extra revenue.

Felicity knew rich men well. Sometimes they liked to buy things and put them on their walls just to look impressive. Like a stag's horns. No part of the animal ever went to waste, and Felicity made sure that they never died in vain. It was also strictly for food, and each piece of the animal was used somehow. She also made sure never to over-hunt.

"There's just somethin' magical about your boots crunchin' against the leaves and the smell of the trees surroundin' you while the first bits of winter are blowin' through your hair," she sighed dreamily.

***

Milton groaned as they peeked out through their curtains. The sun was far too bright for their liking.

"Night time," they answered softly, letting the curtain fall closed. "I like the night time best. Especially in winter."

Night meant that there was no sun to burn them. Winter meant they could wear as many layers of clothing as they wanted and they wouldn't get too hot.

Cool and dark. That was how they liked it. Even in their own home, they preferred the lights dim.

"And I like when it rains when I'm in bed," they added.

Resting during a rainstorm was so incredibly peaceful. It lulled them right to sleep. All they needed to feel refreshed was the rain. All they needed to feel safe was the blanket of darkness with the pale light of the moon above them.

***

"Clouds are my favorite," Shura answered softly. "Cool, cloudy days, when I can go outside with less fear of my skin burning. I still have to wear sunscreen and I still bring my parasol, but I fear burning far less with the clouds above me."

They loved this city. The rain might have made it hard at times to take public transportation, but the cool weather and near-constant cloud-cover made it so very worth it. If they had gone to any of the other states Dimitri had been interested in, Shura surely would have burned to death.

Her skin was so sensitive to the rays of the sun. No, this place was better.

"I love the winter when I get to see snow again," she added. "It is not as dense as the snow in Russia, but it makes me feel at home. I like to sit by the fireplace, drink Sbiten, and watch the snow fall outside."

***

"I'd say I love Summer, but we don't really get much of one here," Zachary responded with a chuckle. "Our city averages at 70 degrees in the summer. During the day, anyway. At night it can go back down to 50 degrees. That 70 is my absolute favorite kind of weather. It makes me want to go swimming, dancing, or just overall socializing with as many people as possible."

A memory made his lips pull up into a fond smile.

"You ever been to a beach bonfire party? You know, where everyone's dancing, drinking, telling stories and just having fun together?" He asked. "And don't forget the skinny dipping."

Sad memories of what happened after that party invaded his mind. Slowly, that smile faded from his lips. That sure was one hell of a party. Sometimes he debated on if it was worth it or not.

"But you know, there's one thing I like even better than summer," Zachary started. Though he was right there in front of the other, his eyes told that he was miles away. "When you've been left alone, high and dry, and you're just trying to relax in your van. Then the rain comes. The sound of that rain completely enveloping you... like it's washing away all of the bad things. Like it's washing away everything that hurts."

He was silent for a long time. It was hard to tell whether he was simply lost in thought, or stuck in another memory. Time ticked by, second by second, minute by minute, until he finally blinked himself back to reality.

"I think I like that weather the most."

[truffle-chocolate]

🎉🎶¡Happy Birthday Sbiten!🎶🎉

(*Взяла микрофон*)

"Привеееееееет! Я Энри и хочу пожелать тебе замечательного дня рождения!!!!!!!!! Желаю чтобы все твои заветные мечты сбылись и каждый день был лучшим:3

Недеюсь, вы не против если я немного спою😌:

<Happy Birthday to you!

I wanna gift a smile for you ☺️~

Blow out the candles on 🌬️🕯️

your fav cake 🍰~ and

May this day be a -

✨Very greatest day for you!✨>

Если ты не против я подарю тебе обнимашки:3

"

Я хочу еще подарить вам несколько дудлов o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o:

(бож, пожалуйста, простите если допустила ошибки, когда рисовала вашу сону =<)

Хочу добавить, что мне очень нравится ваше творчество, что-то в нем меня очень сильно притягиевает, ваши работы наполнены чем-то светлым и хорошим, когда я смотрю на них меня наполняет эта уютная доброта, которая вдохновляет меня тоже творить что-то доброе. Желаю вам продолжать дальше творить прекрасные шедевры и никогда не выгорать!^^

И Хорошего Вам Дня Ламповый Художник!:D

«Ох, спасибо огромное! Я совершенно не против объятий и очень их люблю!» ears twitch with interest and joy from excitement

Моя сона не всегда получается одинаковой, так что всё в порядке с вашими дудлами! Получилось очень мило и они подняли мне настроение! Спасибо огромное! ✨

«Эти слова заставляют меня чувствовать, что то, что я делаю, не напрасно. Спасибо тебе огромное за это» embarrassed sounds and gradually begins to blush at your words «Держи кусочек праздничного торта, чтобы у тебя тоже была возможность насладиться этим и следующим днём и загадать желание» holds out a plate with a piece of cake along with a fork

at this time he looks at one of the remaining gifts with interest, trying to open it carefully