#zdravstvuyte

[learning-russian0]

15 Ways to Say "Hi" Informally in Russian (with Meaning)

Как неформально сказать "Привет" по-русски?

Здорово! (ZdorOvo!) Literally means "Healthy!" but is used as a greeting similar to "How are you?" or "Sup?". Very casual.

Хай! (Hai!) A Russian adaptation of the English "Hi!" Used mostly among younger people.

Как дела? (Kak delA?) Means "How’s it going?" Often used as both a greeting and a conversation starter.

Чё как? (Chyo kak?) A very informal version of "What's up?" Can sound a bit slangy depending on the tone.

Приветик! / Приветики! (PrivyEtik! / PrivyEtiki!) Diminutive, playful variations of "Hi!" that sound super friendly and affectionate. These variants are common among close friends, couples, or in lighthearted, informal conversations. Adding "-ик/-ики" creates a cuter or more fun vibe.

Салют! (SalyUt!) Borrowed from the French word "salut", it means "Hi!" Used in an easy-going, cheerful way.

Йо! (Yo!) Equivalent to the English "Yo!" Very casual and often associated with youth or street culture.

Дарова! (DarOva!) A super-slangy and shortened form of "Zdorovo." Very informal and sometimes regional.

Шо как? (Sho kak?) A mix of slang and a phrase heard in southern regions of Russia. Like "What's up?"

Аллоха! (AllOkha!) A playful and fun greeting inspired by "Aloha" (Hawaiian "hello"). Often used humorously or to emphasize a relaxed vibe.

Прив! (Priv!) An ultra-short version of "Privyet" used in texting or casual apps.

Как потеешь? (Kak poteEsh?) "How are you sweating?" — but in practice, it's a playful, ironic, and super-casual way to ask “How’s life?” or “What’s up?” Often used jokingly among close friends in informal conversations. Be careful though—this is strictly informal!

Сколько лет, сколько зим! (SkOl'ko let, skOl'ko zim!) "How many summers, how many winters!" A colorful way to say "Long time no see!" It's usually said when meeting someone after a long time. Conveys surprise and joy.

Какие люди и без охраны! (KakIe lyUdi i bez okhrAny!) "What people, and without security!" This one is overly dramatic and humorous, joking as if the person is extremely important or famous. Commonly used to express playful surprise or joy when bumping into a friend.

Наше Вам с кисточкой! (NAshe vam s kIstochkoy!) "Our regards to you—with a paintbrush!" A quirky, old-school phrase that's a playful way to say hello.It originated from street barbers in old Moscow who would call out:"Our regards to you—with a paintbrush, with a finger nine, with a cucumber fifteen!"This referred to how they’d pull the customer's cheek taut during a shave: With fingers (costing nine coins), or with a cucumber (costing fifteen coins for the more "luxurious" option!).

«Наше вам с кисточкой, с пальцем – десять, с огурцом – пятнадцать!» А вот и пояснение из уст брадобрея: «– Извиняюсь, вы не любите, когда берут за кончик носа? Есть которые это просят. Я учился в Курске, наш мастер работал по старинке, – засовывал палец в рот клиенту, а для бла��ородных держал огурцы. С пальцем – десять, с огурцом – пятнадцать, – неплохие были деньги», – ("Хождение по мукам," А.Н. Толстой)

Reminder:

These greetings are best suited for informal or friendly settings. In formal or professional environments, use the more polite greeting "Здравствуйте" (Zdravstvuyte).

Using a casual greeting in a formal situation could come across as rude!

[cloudyyoimiya]

Their S/o Learns Their Mother Tongue Headcanons and Scenario; Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Nikolai Gogol

Disclaimer: I don’t speak Russian! I had to use a website to write some of the dialogue, so I’m sorry if it seems stiff or grammatically incorrect to those who speak Russian.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Fyodor, as well all know, would call you pet names in Russian. So one day you took it upon yourself to learn a little bit of Russian to tease him. You made sure that each time you’d go to study, Fyodor was already out of the house or sleeping. It’s no fun to spoil a surprise!

Every night you’d dedicate a few hours in learning Russian. It was a struggle, but you managed. Some of it was a hassle to learn though.

Eventually you learned enough to hold a simple conversation You weren’t entirely fluent, but you knew that you’d continue to learn the language until you were.

Fyodor of course already knew that you were learning his mother tongue behind his back. Sometimes while he was falling asleep he’d hear you trying to pronounce the most random words in Russian, or maybe he’d hear you scribbling away in a journal you hid that held sentences in Russian.

He wouldn’t be surprised by you randomly speaking in his native language one day, but he’d appreciate the time and effort you put in to learn the language.

One day when Fyodor got home, you decided to test out your skills.

Scenario…

Fyodor has just gotten home from work, and he looked exhausted. He had slight eye bags, and his posture was slightly worse than usual. He has looked worse in the past, but nonetheless he looked tired. You almost didn’t want to tease him in this state, but as they say, the show much go on!

You closed your book and got up to greet Fyodor with a small smile. “Zdravstvuyte dorogaya (Hello dear).”

“Hello, Milaya,” he said, completely unfazed.

You knew that he wouldn’t be shocked or anything of the sort when you started to learn Russian, so you decided to continue to show off your skills. You were quite proud of yourself considering Russian is a hard language to learn.

“Kak proshel vash den'? (How was your day?)” You asked.

“It was quite alright, how about yours?”

“Eto bylo khorosho! YA nachala chitat' novuyu knigu. (It was good! I started to read a new book.),” you said with a smile on your face.

“Is that so? You’ll have to tell me about it.”

“Mozhet byt', zavtra (Maybe tomorrow),” you smiled. “Ty vyglyadish' ustaloy... Tebe nuzhno poskoreye lech' spat' (You look tired… You need to go to bed soon.)”

Fyodor kissed your forehead. “I will soon, my love.”

“Khorosho (Good).”

Fyodor went to your shared bedroom and started to get ready for bed. While he was doing that, you sat back down in your chair and picked up where you left off on your book. By the time Fyodor had come back out, you had made it through half of a chapter. You placed your bookmark into the crease of the book, then set it down once more.

Fyodor decided to sit down right next to you with a barely noticeable smirk on his face. Your boyfriend then got comfortable by pulling a blanket up to his lap. Then after that, oh so slowly, he turned to you and whispered in your ear.

“Your accent is very heavy. You need to work on that.”

You blushed then looked away. “Yeah, alright.”

Nikolai Gogol

Sometimes Nikolai would only speak to you in Russian the whole day as a “prank”. This event was pretty rare, but it still happened nonetheless. You decided to take it upon yourself to learn Russian so you could understand what he was saying and tease him back.

Boy, you were in for a wild ride.

You struggled to keep your studies a secret since Nikolai would magically appear beside you out of thin air. One minute he would be out on a mission then the next he was walking in your hallways with a large smile on his face.

Because of this, you decided it would be best to learn Russian while he was sleeping, or when he was out on a mission where you were sure that he’d be gone for a least a few days.

You’d stay up late at night to practice writing the language and to attempt to pronounce words. It was a struggle to keep your voice down, but once you got the hang of it you excelled in your lessons. You were happy.

You had learned quite a lot of Russian before Nikolai had decided to play that “prank” on you again. He had started to speak Russian in the early morning, and you were excited to test out your skills.

Scenario…

You woke up to a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. With a groggy groan, you turned over onto your side only to see Nikolai sleepily smiling at you. You blinked a few times before cuddling him back.

“Good morning,” you said after a small yawn.

“Dobroye utro, moya golubka. (Good morning, my dove),” he said, squeezing you tightly.

“Ty ser'yezno Nikolay? Segodnya? Ser'yezno? (Ugh, are you serious Nikolai? Today? Really?),” you asked while desperately trying to maintain a poker face.

“Da, segodnya! Pochemu by i net?! (Why yes today! Why not?!).” He paused for a moment. “...Podozhdi minutku. Chto-to ne tak... (…Wait a minute. Something seems off…).”

“Chto ty imeyesh' v vidu? (What ever do you mean?)” You asked with a goofy smile starting to spread across your face.

Nikolai squinted his eyes, thinking for a moment. Once he finally realized what you were doing, he let out a boisterous laugh. You slightly flinched at the volume of his laughing since it was the early morning, but you didn’t mind. In fact you were happy that you were able to make him happy at such an early hour of the day.

Nikolai looked at you with a large smile on his face as he sprung up from laying down. Now he was sitting down on your shared bed as he looked down at you.

“You took the time out of your day to learn a new language for me?!” He asked excitedly.

You hoisted yourself up to sit on the bed as well. “Of course I did!” You yawned. “I wanted to see how’d react when I actually responded to one of your ‘pranks’ that you love oh so much.”

Nikolai tackled you into a tight hug. You almost felt as if you were about to suffocate because of how hard he was squeezing you.

“Ah, you’re so kind to me, my little dove!” He said as he loosened the hug. “I love you so much.”

You patted his back as you smiled. “I love you too.”

a little too late i realized that people from ukraine speak ukrainian. i know the real author that inspired nikolai was a russian author that was born in ukraine, but still. one day i’ll attempt to fix nikolai’s bit, but until then i apologize for the inaccuracy!

i myself am learning german so i know how awful (fun-ish) it is to learn a new language

anyways, requests are open!!

[futuristicsaladparadise]

नमस्ते!

 你好!  

안녕하세요!

 Здравствуйте!

 Aloha! 

வணக்கம்!

Greetings from my AAPI kids, Kavi (with “Namaste” in Hindi), Ivy (”ni hao” in simplified Chinese), Paul (”Annyeong Haseyo” in Korean), Annika (”zdravstvuyte” in Russian), Kaile’a (”aloha” in Hawaiian) and Indi (”Vanakkam” in Tamil). 

[you-cant-fuck-megaman]

You perfectly explained Dr wily! That being said...

What do you think about skullman in this equation?

I always liked headcannoning that Dr Cossack made *Skull* man to partially get back at Wily. Like: I took your aesthetic, now you can't use *Skull* for a robotmaster theme without being redundant!

But it's kinda funny to think that Wily could have been a really horrible commissioner. Since he forced Cossack to build Skullman.

Thank you for reading this.

i'd believe it! it makes a lot of sense! wily's kind of an asshole like that.

for context for those who may not be in the know:

cossack was very much into making RMs for working with humanity. love and peace, funny mascot robots, and perhaps a bit of h*ndh*lding in between. thing is, he only made 6. maybe he was a bit behind on corporate mandates, he was still stuck on megaman 1 while everyone else had moved on to megaman X12 or something idk.

in communist russia, however, Wily beats you. both Ring Man and Skull Man only came about after Kalinka was kidnapped and Wily forced him to make more robots to razdavit that little blue dweeb. making robots specifically to fight and destroy went against everything that Cossack stood for, and so he went with the image of a skull to signify the death of an ideal and also a ring to signify i don't know wth the hell. maybe a hole because he got fucked. the ariga megamix manga expanded on this and made it so that Ring Man was designed to be a law enforcer robot, who used his rings as cuffs to lock people down, which is pretty cool, and made Skull Man the sole harbinger of ouch because there's not much else you can do with a skull motif except perhaps piracy and high-stakes dentistry.

but i like the idea that Wily's specifically meddling in Cossack's shit because he's that much of a goddamn egotist and Cossack lashing back by specifically targeting Wily's theme.

"zdravstvuyte, bastard. check it out. i'm working on that fighting robot you wanted. you know what would make it better? skulls." "you wouldn't." "what are you going to do, comrade? there's not many other skeleton themes to use. there's a few, though. i've got a few words that come to mind. chto eto za slovo, how do you say it in english..." "don't say it." "would a boner help? do you want to be the boner man? are you going to be the guy who makes a boner man? or are you going to grab someone else's boner man?" "god DAMN YOU." "are you going to cry? piss your pants, maybe? maybe srat and konchit?" "shut the fuck up. i hate you so goddamn much."

[theundeadgospel]

The potency of alcohol, sex, and desperation wafted through the dank air of the brothel.

Try as he may to mask the undeniable scent with rich perfumes, the nosferatu’s nose was keener than a canine’s — and boy, did she feel extremely out of place the second she walked in. The knight was on a quest to scout out information on an adventurer that had been brutally slaughtered around this neck of town — and all signs began to point to the brothel and its uncanny owner. Bethanne was expecting to rough house with someone of the human variety going into this investigation —

Not a full fledged moth demon. A succubus? Who knows. The sight of him made her long ears flatten.

He looked powerful. Someone she wouldn’t be easily able to grapple nor manipulate.

“ …Zdravstvuyte, “

A formal greeting, making an effort in remaining professionally civil in his own establishment as she emerged,

“ You are the owner, da? I have a few inquiries about one of your late clients. Someone that had been murdered — presumably here. “

@hellmxses

[schwan-des-hofstaat]

💬𝔈𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔤

"Must I reintroduce myself? How redundant...we should be working." "Guten tag, bonjour, zdravstvuyte, witam...and good day, citoyens."

I am Gebhard Heinrich von Groß Schwansfeld...a― supposed-to-be prince ―ahem, Duke of Blüchussy, 1st division chief of the Department of Military Economy, retired army major, and a patron of various arts.

I am the host responsible for wrangling these colourful characters of our Bubble Court-Congress together and maintaining some semblance of peace here where we shall discuss various matters of economy, humanity, and relations...all for Europe's prosperity! Alas, not all wars are on the battlefield... [*sigh*]

You may find out whatever else you wish yourselves via correspondence. Nonsense questions shall be sent through my accountant.

Dismissed!

——————————• Forgot what to put here ⇲ Directory⇲ Gallery About OC ⇲ Wiki page (WIP) Tags #🪶 : written reply #💬 : spoken reply #💭 : personal musings #🗪 : long thread #dokuments : important documents Characters #🏵️ : Lady Dahlia #🪴 : Marianne/Maryanne #📖 : Albrecht/Albert #🎨 : Franz/Francis My main is @mbenguin

Poopen farten. ——————————•

[naradivision]

Miraitabi's Spring Notification!

// Hi, hello, ohayo, anyoung, ni hao, bonjour, ciao, hola, zdravstvuyte human!

// Check the mic, check the mic

// THIS IS ANGE SPEAKING :)

// Ah, time does fly so fast, doesn’t it human?

// Looking around us again, who would have believed that in the blink of an eye, now we’re soon reaching the end of spring in tomorrow!

// By the way,

// If that lazy admin of this blog was to be more active, who knows, ANGE might even have her bio out already (-`д´-)

// BUT HMPH! FOR MY HUMAN’S SAKE, ANGE WILL PUT AWAY HER PETTY RAMBLE FOR NOW…

// BECAUSE MOST IMPORTANTLY, ANGE HAS A VERY VERY SPECIAL NEWS TO ANNOUNCE TODAY!!!

// FINALLY, LOOKS LIKE MY HUMAN IS DETERMINED TO RELEASE OUR SPRING MIXTAPE SOON YAYYY (ﾉ>▽<)ﾉ~❀

// However, however—

// ANGE guessed you guys aren’t accustomed to ANGE’s way of talking like this hmmmmm

// Then may you please wait a sec!

// Now let’s ANGE try something that those people namely “Vtubers” love to do among these days!

//

// One, two, ready?

ange.addTheme(“sakura”);

// Special thanks to the original creator :)

// Model by neka

// Art by @kurokun_0718

ange.runModel();

“Hello there, human☆ Here we finally meet again!”

“Well, well, well～ Welcome here again to Miraitabi’s Spring notification gladly announced by none other than the one and only pretty girl of my human’s division! Today Sakura ANGE are in da house❀”

“Well, what do you think about ANGE’s brand new seifuku?! ANGE has been putting so much effort to design some new outfits to suit the theme of this season~”

“Tee-hee☆ And to be honest, ANGE isn’t really into stuff like fashions just as other entities around here, but lately it just couldn’t be helped since ANGE doesn't wanna fall back on the allegation of trends! That's why ANGE has to put more effort into this! But despite saying that, the idea to try wearing something matching with my human is something ANGE really really wants to do for a while back!”

“Moreover, the theme palette of spring is very pretty, don’t you think? Pink, white, and green —ANGE’s new friend, Hi-chan, has once told that these three colors were to represent each phase of cherry blossoms during the springtime and that reminded ANGE that there are also a lot of interesting festivals celebrating in this season as well!”

“By the way, speaking of which, it seems like there is another division making a debut of Spring Mixtape even ahead of my human’s team hmm~ Oh, what’s its name again? Does it ‘Hana Matsuri’ which literally meaning ‘Flower Festival’? …Well, a bit weird choice of name ANGE must say, considering that this name is also the small festival some locals in Japan held on 8th April to celebrate the birth of Buddha”

“ —But never mind that, what’s more fascinating is the concept this Over-something team’s conveys through their music, isn’t it? Hehehe, interesting albeit not really out of expected from some group of idol. It’s kinda surprising to see that different individuals can create quite a different interpretation on music even if they have started off with the same topic though, and now ANGE can’t wait to see what they have in store for the next season~”

“Meanwhile, if the 'Flower Viewing' festival along with their joy and tranciency of festivity are going for as the prelude to this jovial season of new beginning, then ANGE'd like to say that my human’s music this time is going to be a bit different then... Butttt, what theme he's going for hmmm~?”

“*giggles* To give some hint; actually this theme is inspired by the event that mostly and coincidentally occurred during spring, especially in March when cherry blossoms are told to have the most beautiful blooming. Because just so you know: Spring is the season of new beginning and departure…”

“Therefore human, please stay tuned for that we’re going to bid a farewell to our precious spring together! Human has forbidden me to spoil much thing but here allow ANGE to give you a little teaser☆”

💮 When The Blossoms Rain

Song Title: Sakura no ame (Sakura Rain) Original by: halyosy ft. Hatsune Miku MMD credits are in the description of video

Fluttering through the window, the pink petal lands softly on your palm

—What do you see in this rain of blossoms?

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (14)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 14 - Calm - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.7K+ words

Warnings: PG13 for intense violence/action, and brief/minor description of assault

Summary: it’s the calm after the storm. Will things change between Lisa and Miguel. 

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Miguel’s P.O.V. - 20 minutes ago

Miguel didn’t think. The second he emerged on the edge of the rooftop of a building across from Lisa’s apartment and his enhanced eyes peered through the window seeing a version of himself standing over Lisa, he snapped. 

The talons broke through as he snarled, erupting a roar as he fired his web shooters, the red glowing hue of his web sling sticking to the floor as it flew through her window. 

“Get your shocking hands- OFF OF HER!” 

He catapulted himself forward, his body flying through the open window as he soared into the apartment and tackled the imposter off of Lisa. Their bodies tumbled, banging into the front door before toppling to the floor. Miguel was much quicker to react as he grabbed his twin by the collar and slammed him into the door before punching his gut and face senselessly. 

He then grabbed him by the shoulders and tossed him to the side, throwing him into the kitchen as his body glided over the kitchen counter and toppled to the floor, knocking over various objects and appliances. 

“Lisa, RUN!” His red feral eyes poured into hers, begging her to listen. 

He caught the sight of her scrambling to her feet, making a break for the window before the groaning of his doppelganger snapped his attention towards the kitchen. His mask re-emerged on his face. If things weren’t ugly before, it was about to get a lot more ugly now, and he would rather not get blood splatter on his face and scare Lisa more than she already was, rightfully so. 

The doppelganger’s groans turned into a coughing fit of dark laughter as he pulled himself up to his feet. They both stalked in a circle around the kitchen counter, watching each other. 

“Not a bad trick there,” Miguel complimented. “You really caught me by surprise,”

“Cut the bullshit, pendejo,” Miguel growled. “It took a hot minute to piece everything together, but this stops now. Take the mask off, Chameleon,” - stupid

The doppelganger stopped his pacing, watching Miguel closely. He laughed again, before slowly reaching for his hair, getting a firm grip on it before he pulled his incredibly lifelike face mask off. He revealed a white metal plate mask that completely covered his face except his eyes and mouth. 

Chameleon laughed again, his accent morphing into a Russian one. “Zdravstvuyte, mister O'Khara,” - Hello, Mr. O’Hara

“How long have you been a mole for Osborne?” Miguel interrogated, his teeth snaring as he tried to fight the urge to flash his fangs. 

“Long enough to gather all the intel that I needed,” Chameleon shrugged his shoulders with a care-free expression. 

“Tell me what you know,” Miguel demanded, raising his voice as the veins on his neck looked like they were on the cusp of popping. “NOW!”

“No can do, O’Hara. My lips are sealed,” Chameleon chuckled softly. “But I will tell you this,” 

Chameleon glanced down at himself, taking in his arms as the rest of his body still wore Miguel’s suit and took on his appearance. Miguel could hear the grin on his face as he spoke. 

“Mr. Osborne was kind enough to give me a little upgrade. So now when I disguise myself, I don’t just copy their looks or their voice. I gain their strength,” Chameleon snickered as he cracked his neck before rolling his shoulders in a threatening manner. “Your strength,”

Miguel growled at him as his claws sharpened, his back muscles tensing as he watched Chameleon closely, waiting for his move. 

“When I’m done with you, I’ll show Lisa just how strong I can be,” Chameleon threatened. 

Miguel leapt before he could say anything else. His mask snapped over his face and he was on top of Chameleon before he could breathe another word. They fought in close combat, throwing punches, kicks, and clawing at each other. Miguel quickly realized he wasn’t joking. He really did have his strength. But Chameleon didn’t have his brains either. 

“As if I’d let you go anywhere near her again!” He yelled, punching him in the face as his fist connected with the metal mask. 

It made a dent into it as Chameleon toppled over the couch and smashed into the coffee table, breaking it. Chameleon coughed harshly, rolling off his back. “Did I strike a nerve? I thought after losing your daughter, you’d be incapable of love?”

Miguel snarled at him, his eyes glowing red under his mask. “¡¿Qué acabas de decirme?!” - What did you just say to me?! 

“If you thought hearing her screams was bad, don’t worry, I’ll make sure when Lisa screams for you again, it will be much worse,” Chameleon bellowed with an evil laugh. 

Miguel roared at him as he tackled him, the pair exchanging more blows. As he punched and clawed at him and blocked his own attacks, he hated that what he was saying was right. Losing Gabriella was painful in every sense of the word. He knew how cold and crass he had become after that and how difficult he could be. 

But when Lisa looked at him. He wasn’t sure what it was. But he felt his ice cold heart melt away bit by bit. Maybe he was incapable of love, but with Lisa, he felt he had a second chance at it. No matter what form it took, no matter how small. That was why Miguel fought to protect her. 

“Lyla, do you have his Gizmo frequency?” Miguel growled as he punched Chameleon in the gut. Hard. 

“Yes!” Lyla popped up. “Opening a portal now!”

“What?!” Chameleon snarled. 

A portal opened up at their side as Miguel grabbed Chameleon but the collar and with a heavy heave, hoisted him up into the air, his feet dangling.  

“I needed to distract you long enough to allow Lyla to hack and steal back access to that Gizmo you stole from me,” Miguel glared daggers into his soul. 

He reached out, snatching the Gizmo from his wrist. 

“You won’t be needing that anymore,” Miguel said harshly. “I better not see your face in this dimension again,”

He then tossed Chameleon through the portal back to Earth-1997. He didn’t care where, so long as he was stuck there for the rest of his miserable life. Lyla quickly closed the portal shortly after that. 

“I’ve blocked that dimension’s frequency. They can’t use their Gizmo’s or day passes to get here or Spider-Society HQ anymore,” Lyla spoke quickly. 

Miguel breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling. “Thank you, Lyla,” 

Miguel looked around, seeing the state of the apartment. Such a mess. He hated that he had a part in that. He’d make it up to Lisa. Make it good as new. Better even. 

Lisa. . .  

“Lyla, where is Lisa?” Miguel asked as his gaze went to the window that she climbed out of, his face filled with worry. 

“Her Gizmo coordinates says she’s up on the roof,” 

Miguel was already on the move before Lyla could finish. 

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Lisa’s P.O.V. - now 

Miguel carried me back inside, not wanting me to slip on the slippery water coated steps of the fire escape. We were both soaking wet from the rain, but that was the least of our worries. The cops would be at my door any minute now. As Miguel searched for a towel, I took in the state of the apartment and my heart sunk. 

There was no hiding the look on my face from Miguel as he squeezed my shoulder gently before pulling his cape away and swapping it with a towel, gently drying off my cheeks. 

“Here, dry yourself off and change quickly, if you can,” he spoke softly. 

“Thank you,” I spoke softly in response, watching as he pulled the curtain back, and I briefly shivered at the memory of his evil twin doing the same thing. 

But Miguel was more gentle, and caring as he motioned for me to sit down, making sure I was okay before pulling the curtain closed again gently to give me my privacy. As I dried myself off, I heard ruffling as he shuffled about. He was trying to clean up some of the mess. 

Lord, bless him, I sighed softly as I tried to dry myself off as best I could. My suit was soaked, and even if I could dry myself off completely, the suit would become damp at best. After drying myself off as best I could, I tugged and pulled the damp spider suit off of my body, changing into another set of pajamas. 

“Lyla, initiate casual clothes protocol,” Miguel commanded. “Nothing too flashy, alright?”

“Got it, boss!” Lyla’s voice chirped through the room. 

I saw a quick flash of blue through the curtain, startling me. I peeked through the curtain after I finished changing and found Miguel no longer wearing his spider suit. He wore a gray sweater with a white tank top underneath, long gray sweat pants and slip on sneakers. 

I wasn’t sure what I was more impressed with. The fact that he was wearing actual clothes other than his spider suit, or that he made the illusion fit so that those clothes were also damped and soaked with water. My eyes trailed down to his tank top, the water damping the fabric just enough to tease a look at his skin. 

“Miguel. . .” I stepped out of my room, my voice calling out to him.

He turned quickly to face me, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink, “Hey!” He quickly shook off the nerves. “How are you feeling? Does this look convincing enough or–?”

“No, no, I think–” I waved my hands reassuringly at him as my lips smiled softly at him. “I think it suits you just fine,” 

Miguel smiled softly back as he walked over towards me, making sure the towel was still safely tucked around me. He briefly took another look around the apartment again. “I, uh, I’ll try to fix all of this,” 

“It wasn’t your fault, Miguel,” I reassured him as I gently squeezed his hand. “But I would appreciate the help in cleaning up,” 

“Gladly,” He nodded before groaning with annoyance. “Once all this shocking mess is done,” 

Shocking? That’s right, in the comics, that what he says to replace saying– 

“Miguel, incoming footsteps down the hall,” Lyla warned. 

Miguel gave me a reassuring look, his large fingers brushing damp locks of my hair away from my face, “Do you trust me?”

“I do,” I nodded. 

Miguel guided me to a loveseat chair that wasn’t broken or smashed from the fight and set me down gently just as a knock came at the door. “NYPD, open up!”

“Stay there,” He gently commanded me before breathing heavily, ruffling his hair with his hands as he psyched himself up. Miguel opened the door and a pair of New York City officers stood in the hallway. “Officers, thank goodness you’re here!”

“We got a call about a disturbance here,” The male officer explained as he tilted his head to the side, spotting me. “May we come in?”

“Yes, please,” Miguel gulped in some air as he stepped aside, allowing the two cops to walk in. 

They took in the state of the apartment as the female cop slowly walked over towards me, a calm expression on her face. “Miss, is this your apartment?”

I nodded firmly, my body trembling slightly at their presence. “Yes,” 

“Can you tell us what happened? We received calls of screaming, and fighting?” The female officer asked me as I could see the male officer glance over at Miguel and I could see the look in his eyes. He was already thinking it was him. 

Well, not quite far off. 

“I was getting ready for bed, changing while–” I glanced over at Miguel and he gave me a calm, reassuring nod before I continued, “-my boyfriend stepped out to smoke. I thought it was him coming back through the window and when I turned–” I choked out a sob as I recalled what had happened in my mind and I pulled the towel over me a little bit tighter. 

“Was it someone else in your apartment?” The female officer wager a guess as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, kneeling beside me. 

“Some psycho,” I sniffled, tears perking up in my eyes. “I screamed, calling for help. If he didn’t come back when he did, I think that guy might have–”

“It’s alright, I think we understand,” The female officer nodded firmly before she glanced over at her partner. 

“You’re the boyfriend?” The male officer finally spoke. 

“Miguel O’Hara,” He nodded. 

“Can you explain what happened from your point of view, Mr. O’Hara?” The officer asked. 

“I stepped outside to take a smoke, get some fresh air,” Miguel brushed a hand through his hair, his body tense as he looked at me with guilt written eyes. “It’s my fault, I left the window open and I thought I was the only one out there,”

“So the fight was you attacking him for breaking in?” The male officer asked. 

“Yes,” Miguel sighed, taking in a steady breath. “I tackled him off her and we threw some punches. He was. . .  out of his mind,” 

The officer looked around and noticed a bloody rag on the counter. It was only then did I notice Miguel’s bloody knuckles. Oh my god. . . 

“So you knocked enough sense into him that he took off after?” The officer raised a brow. 

“Where did you go, miss while they were fighting?” The female officer asked, noticing my damp appearance. 

“I ran out the window and climbed the fire escape to the roof. I couldn’t handle seeing the fighting so Miguel told me to run. I hid there and watched the intruder run back out the way he came,” I explained. A half lie but a partial truth. 

“Did you see where he took off?” She asked. 

I shook my head. “No, the storm made it impossible for me to see him clearly, but I could hear him going down the fire escape,” 

The male officer walked over to the window, taking a peek outside as his eyes scanned the fire escape. “It’s gonna be hard getting solid footprints with this rain,” He took out a notebook and pen, walking back over to Miguel. “Can you describe him?”

I listened as Miguel described the intruder to the officer. He mentioned a Russian accident before going into physical details. 

The female officer regained my attention as she cleared her throat. “We’ll do what we can to keep an eye out for this creep. You’ve never met that man before until tonight?” 

“No, it was completely random,” I shook my head. 

“Well, if it’s random, I think the odds of him coming back here are very slim, especially since you got your knight in shining armor with you,” she smiled reassuringly.

I smiled softly at her before my gaze turned to Miguel, admiring his face. More like my Spider-Man in a glowing nanotech spandex suit but close enough. 

 “Okay, I think that’s everything for now,” The male officer cleared his throat. “We’ll alert your neighbors who called that the danger has passed,” 

“Thank you, officers,” I nodded in appreciation.

Miguel politely escorted the officers out of the apartment and shut the door behind them. The room was quiet except for the rain falling outside. Miguel’s footsteps were gentle as he calmly walked towards me, his clothing hologram fizzling out as he changed back into his spider suit, kneeling beside me. Only then did I turn towards him. 

“Are you okay?” He asked calmly. 

Tears perked in my eyes as I closed the shut, lowering my head. He gently reached a hand out and cradled the back of my head. “Better now that you’re here,” I answered quietly. 

His fingers curled ever so tightly after hearing the pain in my voice, his thumb gently rubbing against my hair. “What do you need?”

I managed enough courage to look into his eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Can I. . . stay at HQ tonight?” 

“Of course,” He sighed in relief. “You rest. I’ll pack a bag,”

I nodded softly as he gently moved away before talking over towards my small bedroom nook, finding my duffel bag and putting it aside on the bed. I watched calmly as he packed a change of clothes, putting my damp spider suit in a plastic bag before tying it and throwing it in the bag. As I watched him, my heart fluttered again. 

After tonight. . . how different would things become between us? 

We’re now officially passed the stage of tolerable, respect-earned, acquaintances. 

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[fembotsrock]

By the time Austin has finished his greeting, all of the dolls before him have taken a more relaxed stance from their previous gyrations, pastel-gloved hands dropping their sides in unison, brushing the fuzzy trims of their nightgowns as they continue to lock their single-minded gaze upon the spy, seemingly content that he hasn't ran away from them immediately. Each giving him a playful look as they idly cock their hips, even the bombshell directly in front of him having relaxed from her previously impatient stance, collectively they look like an assortment of demure housewives.

Behind them, their pastel hued boudoir continues to spill out it's inviting, pink light, framing each of the dolls with a halo of pink backlighting while bathing him in a mild fuchsia hue. Even without it's occupants present, it looks heavenly, especially amongst the cold grey concrete and black marble of it's surroundings. Over the oversized central bed, the chandelier throbs in sympathy to the hypnotic waves of light that form waves over the peach bedsheets.

"Hello, Mr. Powers" purrs the foremost woman, bringing his attention back to her and her "playmates", her stern look softening into a playful smile as she greets him, her head coquettishly tilting to the side as her seductive blue eyes keep a piercing lock on him, her pink lips now bowing into the most seductive smirk, the fluffy feathers of her barrette fluttering over her fringe.

Before she even finishes her reply, the response is echoed by the other dolls, the one in pink to his left suggestively shakes her head as she greets him, her long, blonde locks cascading over her shoulders. Opposite her, the buxom doll in lavender gives her head a soft flick, her lips bowing into a soft smile as she warmly welcomes him in turn.

Behind her, the more bashful looking doll keeps her head tilted down as she demurely lifts her eyes to Austin, innocently swaying her body from side-to-side as she extends her polite greeting to the spy, before she in turn is echoed by the lavender-clad woman with long legs mimicking her movements but with a more devilishly knowing smile curling in her lips. She sways her body to the side as she finishes speaking, making sure that one pale purple glove is visibly resting on her leg.

The Fembots greet Austin in return, which seems a simple concept in itself, however there are actually some disparities, including something as simple as a greeting. This is because some dubs make sure there is a marked difference in how Austin greets the Fembots and how they greet him.

Essentially the Fembots having a more polite and formal introduction compared to Austin's casual approach, alluding to their reserved and disarming nature, they aren't here to tempt him with a party, they are calculatedly demure in their siren-like nature, which is something Austin isn't used to.

For example, in the Canadian French dub, the Fembots greet the spy with a formal "Bonjour" in comparison to Austin's colloquial "Salut", similarly the Russian dub the Fembots give a polite "Zdravstvuyte" versus Austin's more casual "Privet", the Azerbaijani dub also does similar with a formal "Xoş gəldin" in response to his simple "Salam".

Some dubs also deviate a little further, the Japanese dub having the Fembots reply "Hai go-genki, Pawazu-san?" (How are you, Mr. Powers), while in the French dub they reply "Ça roule" to Austin's own "Ça roule" (In this case being a "We're well" to his "How are you?")

In the subs, there are even more examples of the difference in formality with Danish ("Goddag" / "Halløjsa"), Finnish ("Päivää" / "Hei"), Latvian ("Esiet sveicināts" / "Sveiki"), Norwegian ("God dag" / "Hei sann") and Swedish ("God dag" / "Hejsan").

[ghostcat3000]

The door opens easily with a woosh. Inside, a man with lavender-tinted hair sways, warbling Bennie and the Jets behind a counter decorated with mini-buckets of Pride flags. He has giant red headphones on, and turns grandly, spreading his arms as he keens the word “magazine.” He stops short upon seeing a potential customer. “Hello! Guten morgen, zdravstvuyte, konichiwa…bitchesss.” The man takes off his headphones and purses his lips expectantly. “Can I help you?”

(soundtrack snippets from Chapter 2: Who doesn’t want to escape? from Rest Easy)

[ondessiderales]

Bolchéviques

[lernzufluchthagennachhilfe]

Russisch Vokabeln Grundwortschatz

Hier ist eine Liste mit Grundvokabeln auf Russisch, die du für den Alltag gut gebrauchen kannst – Russisch Vokabeln Grundwortschatz Allgemeine Begrüßungen und Höflichkeitsformeln Привет (Privet) – Hallo Здравствуйте (Zdravstvuyte) – Guten Tag Пока (Poka) – Tschüss До свидания (Do svidaniya) – Auf Wiedersehen Спасибо (Spasibo) – Danke Пожалуйста (Pozhaluysta) – Bitte Извините (Izvinite) –…

[purposefully-lost]

AU OF THE ICE SKATING AU??? Listen,,, similar premise, but Alex catches the exchange student using some spare time to do a little figure skating?? 6'9" grizzly bear of a man that seemingly speaks no English and he's probably seen get into a physical altercation on the ice??? But moving in such a delicate way and obviously enjoying himself?

Alex convincing the giant scary Russian exchange student to be his skating partner??? GDBXHXHXHC

Alex: uh,,, zdravstvuyte (very butchered hello vhbFNCNCBCB)

Krolik: 👀

DhsnDNSNS YES I LOVE THAT 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💕❤️❤️💕

[shlomolevi]

я бы не поверил что можно смешать фильм Город ангелов 1998 года и сериал выталкивая маргаритки 2007 года и при этом это будет самая смешная комедия которую я видел за последние год, может быть самая смешная неправильно сказано, скорее всего самая добрая и у русских это получилось по крайней мере в первой сезоне единственное кого мне не хватает в этом фильме это Kristin Chenoweth, хотя сейчас санкции против России и вряд ли бы одна из самых лучших американских артисток и певиц смогла бы участвовать в российском сериале. Я думаю что её волшебный голос и очаровательная улыбка Только бы улучшили этот сериал, но к сожалению не срослось будем ждать. что вдруг чудо произойдёт https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120632/

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