#severnayastolitsa

[bujorulgalben]

starter for @severnayastolitsa

“Listen very carefully to me. I need an opinion. For what yours is worth.”

Anica had been playing with that lighter for a good few minutes now. Sparks. That’s all she triggers, with only a slither of fuel sliding about in the cheap, pink plastic body. It kept her preoccupied whilst she fumbled deeply about in one coat pocket for a cigarette, then slotted between her teeth. To hold before she redirects the now tiny flame. With only her’s lit, she shoves the lighter away, and breathes in a lengthy, steadying drag.

She gathers up enough decency to exhale her smoke over her shoulder, before the weight of her head slumps back. “You are not to ask any questions, but,” Anica hisses in her breath, “okay listen. I cut it close in finding something for Ileana and I to do last autumn. We were busy, we don’t have hand servants or whatever you get assigned these days.” She snorted, shrugged into forcing her posture back upright, all before taking another drag. A second.

A third. Each followed by a slow, deliberate stream of smoke.

“We ended up finding cheap tickets for part of the Bolshoi tour. It was a medley performance, it wasn’t too bad. Maybe if I had more time and sweetened my vendor up with the last of the summer vișinată, we would have had some decent seats.” Anica sharply shook the cigarette, flicking the ash onto the ground she then, as per habit, stamped on with her glossy black heel to be doubly sure. She coughs once, rolling her shoulders before granting herself another drag, her eyes dragged back to Alexei.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters now is; we heard that this play will be adapted soon. Oh, what was it? Three Sisters?” Anica smiled to herself; more with how assured she was with her memory of the name than anything else. Sighing at Alexei, her arms folded loosely, flinging another haphazard arc of ash in the process. Anica snerked, “Do not get too excited, it’ll be translated. Otherwise I doubt Ileana would be able to sit still through it.” Nor herself, in some childish protest her daughter undoubtedly learnt. For the sake of it, or from frustration, with the fact that she had deliberately kept herself from translating fluently, it didn’t matter. What mattered was; she needed a critic. A thorough one.

Her idly tired expression creaks in giving way to a forcibly stretched smile; as thick as tar.

“But when they call it a ‘comedy’, what do they mean? Tell the truth. Try to.”

[radiomayak]

@severnayastolitsa from here

1993

Alexei’s flash of anger was attention-grabbing enough to stop Ivan in his tracks, even stepping back while he was poked at.

He felt his eyes water, so he pinched them closed with one hand, one finger on each eye so he could dispel the childish tears that sprung up in him for no good reason, because Alexei was right, he must be right, he has to be right... Ivan thought he’d at least try to go see Alexei to talk through all of this... Natalya’s phone isn’t picking up, no one’s taking his calls... it’s been over a year, but nothing’s improving.

It was hard enough to get here, trying to drive with his left leg, the right one swelling again and the vessels forming a red lace under his skin. It would be easier with practice, he supposed, or maybe he’d get sick of it and use the right one again He swallowed his own heart for a moment, forbidding himself to sigh or think dimly that he hadn’t eaten all day. “If you want me to leave, I’ll go.”

It was only the right thing to do, and he tried his best to keep from hanging his head, even if he couldn’t look at Alexei.

[velhovinho]

♋ :0

synday

♋: What drew you to this muse?

Already answered but I’ll tell y’all I came back to Tumblr RP like 4 months ago simply because I’d gotten bored of spending all day playing PvP games and really needed a good creative outlet. Found out Khae (flosiovis) was still around, Gabriel’s muse came back full force. Here I am, you’re stuck with me.

[szentkiralyszabadja]

🏩💲 lol

sex&romance headcanons

🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 

probably in a fucken horse stable knowing him. it was okay as far as first times go in the 11th century. he converted to christianity, hit puberty, saint stephen died, and he was never the same since………. curse of turan more like curse of horny

💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich?

GEE…………….. I DUNNO……MAYBE? (stares at the whole austro-hungarian empire)

[pannazsinihkvetak]

👁‍🗨 if u want

@severnayastolitsa​

“You’re a very strange sickly thing for such a grand place, but perhaps it’s because of the stories I heard about you being built on bones. Perhaps you’re cursed, I hope not for all our sakes but you never know.”

[sangelelatin-blog]

@severnayastolitsa replied to your post: Tops this, bottoms that… Have you considered...

Are you going to join a monastery.

     I spent half a century in a monastery. Do you think I don’t enjoy having electricity? I can love the benefits of modernity while still [ absolutely deadpan as he casually takes a drink from a flask, hidden again in the next second ] disseminating His holy message where it’s needed.

[konigsbergg]

@severnayastolitsa | phrases that really hit you where it hurts; still accepting: “i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way.”

Gilbert sighed, rubbing his temples as he held his face in his palms, elbows supported on his knees as he was hunched over. His sigh was the sigh of an exhausted man, a sigh lamenting nearly two-thousand years of living. He was tired of all of this. “Guess not, huh,” he mumbled, finally looking up at Alexei. “Well, if I die, I die. If I don’t, I’m alright. Rebuild the empire or whatever... Hey, if I die, get someone to shoot some guns at my funeral if there’s one? I don’t think there will be but if there is, make sure someone sets something off. Maybe just bomb the funeral. I wouldn’t mind that. Go out with a bang.”

[tojesrpskadika]

@severnayastolitsa continued from here

[ still with his mouth full ] Oh yeah, sure, one second. [ and with a loud flourish, he finishes his bite, tearing off another piece and holding it out for Alexei. ]

Made a detour on my way in, I got a car the other day, finally. It's not new and it's from the 80's but its got wheels. Wanna go for a spin?

[damnprussia]

“Although… that poor horse.” //this is definitely good for a first interaction. i am so sorry.

Bleak Expectations Starters | Accepting

“Yeah, fuck that guy - it’s just a shame that his horse got taken down too.” Gilbert looked over at him. “I’m serious. Fuck that guy. That was the worst part of battle, whenever my horse died. Man, I cried for a few horses more than I had cried over kings.”

[sicilitude]

⚡️ if you're still accepting these of course!

Darisms: tales from a lurking hobbit

my first impression of your muse:

He seemed super super geeky in a late 19th century sort of way, and I absolutely adored that. 

my first impression of you:

I can’t say I quite remember. actually. I remember that you kept popping up on my dash, to the point where I was surprised that I wasn’t following you. 

my favorite thing about your muse:

He has this wonderful high brow kind of sass that 

my favorite thing about you:

you seem super sweet! I should really poke you more often, and now I have no excuse 

would I ever consider shipping our muses:

I wouldn’t say no! I do want to see how Vi and Alexei play off each other more first, before I say for certain if it’d be platonic or romantic or what have you and ofc, it depends on how you’d feel, but I’d give it a go

a plot I’d like to see between our muses:

I’d love to do something historic, and I would have to look for something good. And I think like, a nice meeting over coffee/tea would be really nice. 

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses:

I get really strong like–professor or teacher vibes from them.  Maybe they’re professors in the same department or grad students in the same program, whining about grading and students. 

[maluriledambovitei-blog]

severnayastolitsa replied to your post: i remembered the password for cosmina as well this...

THE NEMESIS RETURNS

alexei is going to suffer by the hands of all 3 of these muses o’mine i’m so excited

[bujorulgalben]

severnayastolitsa replied to your post: Anica Mihăescu I am fucking your cousin.

You’re going to curse me. Alright. Sure. Let me know how that works out.

Oh no no no no! It has been done! Already! I do not feel- well, too happy about telling my students’ parents where their payments went. Other than it is to a VERY good cause. There is no lie in that.

Nor in that you really do look quite stupid, yes? Witchcraft isn’t something to just brush off, forget. I’ve seen it! I’ve seen every reason for you to start making your peace with God. If you can, that is.

[radiomayak]

premeditated starter for @severnayastolitsa

The car ride was long, but it was fine. It was as expected.

Stepdad drove the first half, Mama drove the second half, Alexei sat up front the whole time, and Ivan let his knees rest against the back of the drivers’ seat. Even though the minivan had three rows, it was Winston’s idea that they would put half of the shit in that backseat for “easy access” while they were on the road. It was just eight hours; how many pairs of clothes would they need to “access”? They’d stopped at a gas station for the bathroom and Ivan took that time to buy some Dramamine quietly, inconspicuously... he was pretty good at vomiting in stadium cups without being noticed in the back, but not with either Mama trying to talk to him or Winston up his ass, pulling on the cord of his earbuds suddenly, and telling him to participate in... conversations about Alexei’s college options and dreams and educational desires.

But, they’d gotten there, and Mama and Alexei were checking out the room, and Winston was supposed to be unpacking the car with him. But, he wasn’t, he was having a cigarette on the beach, and Ivan was walking suitcases and coolers and reusable shopping bags of soap and pills up the stairs of the beach house. The elevator took too long to wait for.

All that was left now was his new bike. Winston didn’t want him to bring it, but Mama strapped it to the back of the minivan with a bike rack she bought specifically for the trip. And, a bike for herself. All of that was new. Ivan doubted she’d take the tags off, but he was more than happy to take his bike down, lock it to the front staircase, and sit down in the cute, pastel living room of the beach house.

And... he didn’t normally watch TV, but he’d started channel flipping absently. Winston wasn’t there to watch WHitler Hitler’d the Most Hitler on the History Channel.

[tsariniia]

♡!

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME // ACCEPTING

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship,italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[szentkiralyszabadja]

🥃 Were you or were you not in porno at any point in your life

Send me  ‘ 🥃 ‘ + plus a question, and my muse will answer it while drunk.

[ Sufficiently sloshed by six p.m. The drink of choice for the evening? Whiskey, stiff at that. Three drinks in and his filter, what exists of it, is gone with the wind. ]

     You sound almost jealous. Y’know there’s a market for your scrawny Russian ass if you look hard enough, tesó. [ a deep, disdainful sniff ] Anyway.     Yeah I wash– was in a porno, and it was awesome. I was in– five? Five of ‘em? In the seventies. I had the sideburns’n all that bush goin’ for me then, not to mention my cock, and my empty wallet, so I kn– knew a guy, he knew a couple guys. I got a phone call a couple days later for an audition, which I got as soon as I dropped my pants and whipped it out. Totally flaccid. It was a high honor– sayin’ that ‘cuz three of the crewman were coked out their minds, too. [ he knocks back the rest of his drink, slamming it down unnecessarily ] ANYWAY.     Did about five or six nine millimeters, I let them pick my actor name so I dunno what I’m marked–marketed, marketed? Whatever it’s called, got my dick sucked, got to rail a couple-a good-looking girls, ate some pussy, I got paid to fuck. S’probably the greatest two weeks I had the whole twentieth century. I’d do it again if I wasn’t fucking going bald.

[cantaresdegesta-blog1]

🎨 lol

send 🎨 for the mun to draw a picture of your muse.

you may be sitting down the table from me but i know you won’t kill me for this because it’s correct and IC