#valya anons

[valyalyon]

sorry it’s been a minute -🐶 i’ve been loving your stories so much! you have a beautiful style ❤️‍🔥

Ahhhh!!! Thank youuuu so much!

This goes for everyone but I am always open to asks or new ideas for the stories I have or really even new stories.

Even if you wanna stay Anon! All cute with me 😘💕

But thank you for reaching out and enjoying my story, 🐶!! I super appreciate you 💕🥰

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

YEOU LIKE ANSHIN!?????? THEIR SHITIS ON MY MIND 24/7.

HI OH MY GOD YEAG. literally so obsessed w their stuff. recently joined their discord but I'm too scared to talk in it a lot ,,,,,

[trvelyans-archive]

scuse you i ABSOLUTELY want to hear your opinions on where dragoned age is going bc i too am ://// at the direction bw is taking it

LOVE U ANON idk i have lots of thoughts but i just. i am not a fan of the neon colours in all the promo material for the next games (like this). i miss origins shit ass mud dirt aesthetic... all the bright colours make it feel like. idk. to me there is Gritty fantasy and then Glittery fantasy and i like mine Gritty!!! i don't even like how Saturated the colours of magic is in dai like idk... idk!!! i also just hate bright colours to begin with but also the Vibes are just. different... yenno... but to be quite honest if caronel greywarden is in the next game i will shut my mouth bc him and valya and reimas being companions is like the only thing on god's green earth that matters to me. god. that would make my entire life. if i could fuck caronel. god. what a life that would be!!!

[yunatheintrovert]

Back again to reiterate that I would die for you and Zombie-Nymph <3 You guys are so sweet!!! I was so nervous abt coming off as weird so Im glad I actually got my love across lmao. Just want you guys to take care of yourselves (obviously) though Im def excited to hear theres gonna be more (esp if its oc's!!! Maxim and Valya are such good characters even with just the little given rn!! I love my x readers but seeing these new characters spring up is 10x betters) Stay safe and all that cheesy shit <3

Awww, thank you so much, anon! Literally your sweet asks make both me and Zombie-Nymph’s day! And honestly it means so much to us that someone wants to hear/read about our OCs aside from ourselves for once XD. We have a whole lot talked about between the two of us about Maxim and Valya. We just didn’t post much about them since we assumed no one would be interested aside from us. And seeing that you’re interested in our OCs and content for them makes us even more motivated to make Maxim and Valya content! Also, Zombie-nymph is once again begging you to come off anon so they can thank you in DMs XD. I’m just happy you sent another ask honestly! It really made my day! As always, always feel more than welcome to send an ask or request if you ever feel like it, anon. Your asks always make me happy. I’d love to write for you if you ever want. And same to you anon! I hope you stay safe and take care of yourself. 

And as a token of my love for you dear anon, I give you the same kind of cursed crack content I give to my friend, Zombie-Nymph. 

Behold, tsundere Maxim. 

“How can you be such a reckless baka  idiot, Commander Morozova? I can’t keep you from dying every damn mission.” 

I hope I haven’t ruined your impression of Maxim already, dear anon. XD

[nomorelonelydays]

Reunited - Anon Fic Submission

I was inspired by your ficlet here and instead of it being a sad and angsty ending, I made it a happy one.

This is in the same verse as my fic Gold Crowns Turned to Shrouds, which you can find on AO3. Except in this ficlet, Anastasia and Pyotr don’t die and are about 15 and 12 in this fic. The other children mentioned are Raisa (18), Ilya (10), and Valentina (2). Also, I blame myself watching Magnificent Century: Kosem.

((I apologize for any mistakes I made.)) —– —– —– —– —– —– —– —– —– —–

When Evgeni had come back to the Palace to see traitor Councilmen trying to crown his youngest son Ilya the new King of his lands, he was more than frustrated. As soon as the boy saw his father, he ran to him as quickly as his little legs could carry him.

“Kak ty smeyesh’ pytat'sya postavit’ moyego Il'ya na tron, poka ya vse yeshche korol’?!” << How dare you try to put my Ilya on the throne while I’m still King?! >> roared Evgeni as he took Ilya in his arms, almost shielding the boy from the enemies. “Predateli, vse vy!” << Traitors, all of you! >>

Evgeni wouldn’t let them explain themselves, for he had slit their throats in mere seconds.

And when he finally caught their leader, he all but strangled him and demanded that he tell him where his beloved Consort was. But he had choked out that he was executed.

Sidney, his cherished consort and prized mage in the whole world, was dead?!

In mad grief, Evgeni went on a killing spree. Claiming that every single treacherous man on his knees will pay with his head. One by one.

The only reason he stops his because of Sergei telling him to think of his children. His eldest three children, little Ilya, who’s still scared about everything that has happened, and baby Valentina.

They, are Evgeni’s only lifeline now.

He had to be strong for them, but he didn’t know if he can do it without his Consort.

Evgeni starts to sob into Sergei’s shoulder as he mourns the loss of his Sidney. How he will miss his bright smile, his warm hands touching his, his soft kisses, his loving embrace, his soothing voice, and he will mostly miss seeing him with their children.

As he continues to cry, his long-time Councilman Gennady Ushakov bursts in the room, and gives Evgeni false hope by stating that there is still a possibility of Sidney being alive, for the haven’t found a body yet.

And that’s how Evgeni (with little Ilya in tow), Sergei, and Gennady have been on two day hunt in search of Sidney. …

They get into the main part of the city and Evgeni sees a little girl, who looks incredibly happy to see him for some reason. Not that he minded, most of the children have that sort of smile when they see him. He smiles politely and nods in her direction.

The little girl runs off into one of the houses.

Confused, Evgeni climbs off his horse and heads towards the house where the little girl ran, but before he can step inside, another door opens and he feels his breath taken away.

There, at the doorstep, was his Consort, who looked stunned at the sight of Evgeni, but that quickly changed to a brilliant smile. “Zhenya,” Sidney breathed out happily. He made his way to Evgeni and pulled his husband down in a tight embrace. “Zhenya…my Husband.”

Evgeni did not hug back for he was frozen in place. His Sidney was alive, he was alive and hugging him. He felt as thought he was in a dream, but feeling his beloved’s warmth made him realize that he wasn’t. He felt tears well up in his eyes again, this time in sheer happiness as he wrapped his arms around Sidney tightly. They clung onto each other as Evgeni pressed his head into his Consort’s shoulder. “No kak?” << But how? >>

Sidney then began to explain that one of the traitors who was about to execute him had set him free and he sent him to a safe-house where his children, all but Ilya, were. While Zhenya despised the fact that he betrayed their Kingdom and nearly killed his Consort, he was happy that he had spared Sidney his life (even though he wouldn’t be the one to kill him).

“Ya dumal, ty umer.” << I thought you were dead. >> he sobbed out. “Ya dolzhen byl prisoyedinit'sya k tebe na drugoy storone.” << I was to join you on the other side. >>

“Yesli by ty ubil sebya, ya by navernyaka umer.” << If you had kill yourself I would have surely died myself. >> Sidney cried. “No ya zhiv Zhen'ka. My zhivy.” << But I’m alive Zhenya. We’re alive. >>

“Daddy!” Ilya cried as he clung to Sidney’s robes.

Sidney smiled as he picked Ilya up and kissed him on the cheek, sending the boy to giggles. “Oh my young Prince, I have missed you so much.”

“Papa!”

Evgeni looked up to see his eldest three children, Raisa, Pyotr, running towards him and Sidney. All of them had tears in their eyes. He pulled back slightly from Sidney, opening an arm for both Raisa and Anastasia to join the embrace, Pyotr slipped himself into their Dad’s open arm.

He looked down at them, pressing kisses to each of their heads. “Raya, my beautiful knight. Petya, my strong boy. Stasya, my little princess.”

Anastasia was the first to end her crying, she pushed away from her Papa’s embrace to kiss his cheek before stepping back. Her brother and sister soon followed suit. Their parents needed their time. After all, they hadn’t seen each other in almost two months.

“Shall we give you time alone?” Raisa asked, wiping any remaining tears from her face.

“No,” Evgeni said wetly. “I have yet to see my little Valya.”

“She’s inside with one of my handmaidens,” Sidney assured. “Come.” he grabbed his husband’s hand and started to guide him into the safe-house, their other children in tow. Gennady and Sergei also followed suit.

Evgeni knew he was going to have to tell Sidney about Ilya’s near coronation, but he decided to put that off until later. For now, he only wanted to hug and hold his youngest baby. His family has returned to him, and his life is now content again.

[lorcleis]

Hey! What’s happening with the Corinthians?

well, november was nanowrimo, in which i wrote like 3/4 of monarchists (which still clocked in at over 50k at that amount so y’all should be happy). and right now it’s exams, so you won’t get an update until january at least. but here’s a lil teaser for you for being so patient. send me another curious anon if you like it.

Dimitri smiled for a moment and Valya had to convince herself she'd seen it. They reached the open door of the classroom and she dropped his wrist, indicating that he should wait as she went inside.

"Valya!" A flash of red hair launched itself at her, giggling wildly.

"Saskia!" Valya said, imitating the girl's enthusiastic tone of voice. "How are you?"

"Good!" Saskia brushed long, copper curls out of her face. She was barely four feet tall and on the cusp of turning eight years old. In a flash, she took Valya's hand and tugged her further into the classroom. "We've missed you."

"I was on a mission, malyshka." She squeezed Saskia's hand. "Is Sanya here?"

Saskia nodded vigorously. "Sanya's not been answering any of my questions about you. He's not very helpful."

"Saskia!"

"I'm not wrong." She shrugged. "He had us make paper lanterns for a whole hour and wouldn't say where you were. I was dying."

Valya kneeled down to be on eye-level with Saskia and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, smiling warmly. "Well, I'm here now."

Saskia led Valya to the far corner of the classroom, which was covered in various art supplies. Paint was precious, so the children often worked with other things like paper, cardboard, fabric, and metal and there, in the middle of the mess, was Sasha Amin covered almost entirely in feathers.

"Sanya!" Saskia called, drawing out her vowels.

Sasha's head whipped up from where he was helping a boy twist wire on a sculpture. Feathers floated into the air. "Valechka."

Valya plucked a feather from his hair. "I like the feathers. It's a good look on you."

He broke into a smile. "Come to help me herd cats?"

"Something like that." She sat next to him and brushed feathers from his face before placing a peck on his cheek. Valya gestured with her thumb towards the door. "I have an unfortunate tag-along."

Sasha glanced at the doorway, where Dimitri was leaning against the frame, observing the chaos that reigned in the art room. Valya was unsure if he felt out of place more than he had in other situations at Corinth; there was something about his quiet, composed stare that said he didn't mind a bit of chaos now and then, he might even miss it.

Did he have any children of his own? She wondered.

"Has he come to help me get twelve wriggly kids to express themselves through art? Because if so, tell him to grab a chair and get Aaron Teller to stop putting glue in Nicola's hair." Sasha organized a stack of papers on the nearby desk. "God, I don't think this place has been cleaned in weeks. Let me add that to the growing list of things I have to do."

"You worry too much." She smiled and stole another quick kiss. "I'll put him to work if that's what you want."

"Definitely," Sasha replied. He gestured to Dimitri and waved him in.

"Sanya," Saskia whined. She clamoured into Sasha's lap. "I finished cutting up the paper. What do I need to do next?"

"Sanya?" Dimitri muttered to Valya out of the corner of his mouth.

"Saskia's a fan of nicknames," she clarified. "They found her in a house that had been hit by Strigoi, only two years old and babbling in Russian about this or that." She paused. "Actually, I think it was Sasha's team that found her. It was one of our local training missions."

Dimitri clasped his hands behind his back. "He is very good with children, your boy--"

"Don't," Valya interrupted. She absentmindedly played with a feather on the ground. "Don't call him that."

Silence stretched between them as they watched Sasha guide Saskia's hands to complete the art project. He was patient and kind, a model citizen in anyone's eyes.

"He doesn't have to be here anymore, you know," Valya said. Her eyes felt strained, red. She blinked away tears that were threatening to form. "They gave him community service for it, but he finished up those hours months ago."

Dimitri remained silent, but Valya could feel him shift next to her, something in him moving, permeating their conversation. After a calculated moment, he asked, "What did Aleksandr do?"

She sighed, exhausted and fiddling with the edge of her shirt sleeve. "Sasha's not like the rest of us, you know? He wasn't born into this, he didn't choose it. Sometimes that's hard on him. He likes choice, freedom." Valya paused for a moment. "So when he finally got his arrival file out of Hollis's cold, dead hands he knew what he had to do."

Her hands began shaking. She wasn't there to witness it, not even close, but something terrible invaded her thoughts any time she thought of this story. No mission could even come close to the idea that someone she loved could do something so terrible; not even her nightmares of Rokin came close.

"He tracked him, and you're not supposed to do that here," Valya continued. Her voice wavered slightly. "No secret missions, no private vendettas. Everything we do is for the benefit of the community; there's no room to pull punches in the dark. He made sure to find his way onto a mission that was heading to New York. I don't know how he did it, he still won't tell me."

She paused for a moment, the sureness of Sasha's fingers as he folded paper, the brightness of Saskia's curls catching her eye. So quiet, so pure.

"They found the guy's body the next morning, Sasha's hands covered in blood. Only, it wasn't the right man, this guy was human. Working with a blood-running syndicate of Strigoi, but still human." Valya tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze trained downwards. "He came back in handcuffs. I'd never been so terrified."

A minute passed as Valya let out a frustrated breath, attempting to find the right words. Dimitri put his hand on her shoulder. She sat there for a moment then, ever so slowly, she laid her hand on top of his.

"I don't know why I told you that." She laughed humorlessly, her voice just above a whisper. "It's been almost two years; I've never told anyone, everyone here just knows. We don't talk about it, but we know. The way people look at him... like he's a monster."

"We all do what it takes to quiet the demons," Dimitri said, his voice a low rumble. "We are not the sum of our actions."

Valya leaned her head against his arm. "I hope so."

Dimitri looked down at her and for a quick moment, a gaze of understanding passed between them, then, a flicker of recognition surfaced in his eyes. He knew her, Valya thought, somehow. Maybe he was seeing her mother, whole and alive, flesh and blood.

"I know so."

A childish squeal pierced the air and shook both of them from their reverie.

"Valechka!" Saskia sat with paper stuck to her hands, looking quite distressed.

Valya chuckled to herself. "Duty calls."

She stood and knelt next to where Saskia was working, gently pulling the paper from the little girl's fingertips. "Next time, don't glue things to your hands, solnyshka."

"That's what I've been telling her, but she never listens." Sasha ruffled Saskia's hair as he picked up pieces of scrap paper off of the floor.

"Sanya!" shouted Saskia indignantly. "I was just doing what you told me to!"

Sasha shook his head and continued on to the next table, cleaning as he went.

"Don't listen to anything he says," Valya whispered to Saskia with a small smile. She arranged Saskia's art project on the table. "He likes to make you crazy."

Saskia frowned. "That's mean."

"That's life, solnyshka," Valya said. She locked eyes with Sasha from across the room as he was being pestered by a young boy with dark hair. He mouthed 'I love you' and broke out into a grin. "For better or for worse."

[valyalyon]

How do you put the previous post on your stories?

Love Roadside Rhapsody by the way ✌️

Hiii!!

Thank you for the love 🥰💕

When I make the new post, I go to the previous post in another tab and get the link, then I add it to the new post before it gets published!

Then I edit the previous post and link the new post on there, and then I update the master list :)

Gotta go in and update the master list to include 4 😭bc I forgot :))

[valyalyon]

I love die but sea literally has me like -🐶 in every post

I’m glad it’s got you like that! I’m going to be posting more SEA today, so keep an eye out for it 👀

[valyalyon]

Hey! do you have an anon list and if you don’t can i be the start with 🐶? please and thank you!

Welcome innn 💕💕! Adding you now 🥹

[yunatheintrovert]

I also want to add that Zombie-Nymphs work is in the same vein. Im so sorry for using your blog but I had to let them know and they (understandably) have asks turned off. You guys are like sky and sea and Im super glad you've a good friend <3 Definitely deserve it

Please don’t apologize, anon! @zombie-nymph deserves to hear good words about their work! And I am always happy to boost the message to them. And awww thank you so much, anon! I’m definitely lucky to have such a great friend like zombie-nymph. They’ve really helped encourage me to write more and develop ideas in my conversations with them. And it’s really been so much fun interacting with them.

Also, I just have to say that I got the notifications of these asks in my email when Zombie-Nymph and I were playing Outbreak while talking over Discord voice chat. And we both kept on re-reading the asks you sent multiple times. Zombie-nymph was so happy at this ask of yours and how you appreciated their work and OC (Valya)! I could say more about their reaction but I think I’ll let them say it in the comments of this ask post instead since I am terrible with words. 

Also, (and I hope this doesn’t come across as too awkward/odd) I sincerely hope we can talk again sometime, anon, whether it be with another anon ask or off anon if you’re ever comfortable with that. Please always feel more than welcome to send an anon ask to my blog if you ever feel like it, whether it be a comment, an idea, or anything else. And if you ever do get back to writing, I’m curious to see what you’d write. 

Again, thank you so much for the asks, kind anon!