A Sunflower's Thorn

"If your past is full of blood and tears there's nothing left but smiling." {Independent RP blog | selective | due to rl currently very slow}

[crimson-sunflower]

((hey guys, just coming in to say I have a kinda bad time right now that keeps me from replying. please bear with me a little longer or feel free to drop or unfollow. I totally do understand that. - Alu

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

Love is an illusion. – Lukas W.

[hadzyuka]

imperial era belarus - russia aesthetic for @crimson-sunflower !!! 

[crimson-sunflower]

HANDWRITING CAN TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT A PERSON.

Go here and reblog with your character’s name in their handwriting!

You can’t have a messy handwriting if you want people to be able to read your cursive Cyrillic, so he forced himself to let it stay rather clean. It’s in his blood by now.

Tagged By: @a-lion-roars (thank you~) Tagging: @msprussia @hadzyuka @koffiehuis-love @thistlewhiskey (sorry if you did this already!)

[crimson-sunflower]

msprussia‌:

If Ivan was upset by what she had just said, it flew right over her head. Julia most certainly did not mean to hurt, but she could rarely be bothered to filter such a comment. She had been angry and miserable then, everyone knew it. Ivan knew it. But she forgave him, did she not? In her head, it was no more than a plain fact. 

“Oh, an aquarium?!” Well, they were eating fish, they might as well look at fish and make it the theme of their night. “That’s far more interesting than a movie, don’t you think? But hm–” And finally, there was the filter. “If you have something planned… I mean, I did agree to go to the movies you, and! we can always go to the aquarium some other day!”

Sometimes a little voice whispered in Ivan’s ear and it ruined the good hours with doubts and dark thoughts. It happened more often than not lately, but Julia managed what he didn’t. Smiling slightly he shrugged, letting her pull him with her. “Aquarium it is. You should have seen your eyes sparkle just now. How could I force you to go to a boring movie with me, when the Aquarium makes you that happy?”

[thistlewhiskey]

“It wisnae whit he said..” Perhaps Jan would have been an ideal third, after all he’d learned the Scotsman’s ways, when it was best to leave a subject dead, and when it was safe to broach it again. Still, Jan had left him and Joa to it, in the end it had worked itself out.. after they’d laid hands on one another.. several times.

“I mite fite them, depends how funny they look at me.. I thought ye were tekin’ me somewhere nice.. so I made myself handsome fer ye..”

The scent of sweat and men filtered from the end of the corridor, brows furrowing just slightly. Just where had Ivan taken him? Hugh was aware of Jan’s.. nightlife, but he hadn’t really thought about the kind of things Ivan might.. be into.

“Aight, here’s the deal. I’m no a bottom.”

So long as they were straight on that.. Ivan could take him to this sex dungeon or what the hell ever.

[crimson-sunflower]

 He couldn’t reason with that logic. After all Hugh had every right to push someone’s teeth in if they offended him. Ivan was the last one holding him back, if that happened. “I invited you to a drink, not a fancy dinner. Just for your information.” Maybe it was the most stupid idea to come to this place. Maybe they really should turn and leave again. But maybe... perhaps... Sighing deeply Ivan shook his head to himself. Something about the other man made him unable to form a proper thought in his head and it wasn’t because he looked so stunning in the kilt. He needed a drink. Quickly.

Leading the way the passed another door and stepped into something that looked like it had been a system of cellars years and years ago. Nowadays it held a large bar and many booths, filled with smoke and tables and comfortable chairs. Paintings had been hung up. Neon lamps lit the place. It was a surreal atmosphere. Especially since everything leaned to a place further in, where two men fought each other with bare fists.

“I don’t know, why you tell me that, but if you’re happy now... fine. Table for two on Braginsky.”

A waitress had approached them with a broad smile, nodding eagerly as Ivan told her his name. “This way, please.”

[crimson-sunflower]

a-lion-roars‌:

A grunt worked itself passed his lips as foreign fingers found the tender side of his temple; skin red and raw after knitting itself closed. He turned his head to the side and shuffled his limbs experimentally, twitching his fingers and rolling his feet. Everything appeared to be in order. Pain still lingered in the aftermath of his death, of course, and his mouth ran dry, his thoughts and memories foggy as his brain worked to repair disrupted neurons and blanks in information. 

His eyes sought out Russia once more. The question grounded him ever so slightly, forced his mind to turn its cogs and dust itself off. Embarrassment hit him first for losing, then surprise at the realisation that he wasn’t left on the floor to sort himself out, then indigence at the statement that fell from the other nation’s lips. “I was sure you were bluffing,” he admitted with a ghost of a grin as he turned his head back to look up at him, “Trying to test my vigour, as it were.” Ah, how wrong he had been in retrospect.

Taking his hand back he looked down on his guest, watching how the pieces grew slowly together again. It was a terrified thing to watch a nation die, but to watch it come back to life was equally distressing. Not the part where flesh and bones grew back. Everyone of their kind had seen this before on themselves. Few times. Many times. War never passed without it. No. It was the confusion and the vulnerability showing so clearly, even if it just lasted for minutes. It send a shiver down Russia’s spine. Every time.

“I do not bluff.” There was no reproach in his voice, nor anger. But maybe... maybe there was a hint of anguish somewhere in the distance. “Not when it comes to things like these. However I have to admit, that you’ve been brave.” A careful smile curled the edges of his lips. “Stupid, but brave. Trust me next time, would you?”

[msprussia-archived-deactivated2]

@crimson-sunflower sent  🌹 for a romantic aesthetic of our muses <3

[crimson-sunflower]

1812 - Strangers in the Dark

[crimson-sunflower]

msprussia‌:

“Forgive me, but I cannot understand what you say… Can you understand me? Do you speak German?” Julia stopped asking. In his condition, answering so many questions could be overwhelming. It would be incredibly useful to have Dmitri around again. Other than his vague threats, he had been kind and, most important, he could translate what the ill man said while all she could grasp was a word that sounded like Prussia.

She stayed by his side, in an attempt to ease the heat that caused him so much discomfort. Ivan seemed to smile a little earlier, so perhaps it was somewhat relieving. Julia studied his face closely, paying attention to his reactions and, for a moment, setting aside her fear of being recognised. 

He frowned a little, trying to understand what the voice said. For some reason he couldn’t make much sense of those words, but the thought didn’t came to him, that it maybe wasn’t his sister speaking. Trying to open his eyes he blinked, feeling them burn as much as the cut in his flesh. Why was everything so hard to do? He groaned quietly, trying once more to make sense of the words and the blurred figure he spotted at his side. “/... what are you saying? I don’t... don’t understand.../” he whispered, running a dry tongue over his equally dry lips. It was still so hot and thirst tightened his throat. “/... water.../”

[hadzyuka]

crimson-sunflower:

Ivan had brought work and he buried himself in it while he waited for his sister to recover. It was bothersome, but he cared for her, so he waited patiently, keeping his distance to not upset her further, but sneaking into her room whenever she was deep asleep. The few times it happened he looked at her pale face, wondering what she was dreaming about, just to feel his gaze drawn to her neck again. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, encouraging his decision to take her away from fights and war.

The day they wanted to leave Ivan was late to join the group of people in the snow. A messanger had reached him that very morning and it was a while after the others had gathered, that he and the young man left the house. “What are you doing?” Frowning unpleased he looked around, not reacting to the nods and little bows he received from his court. “Natallia, get into the coach. It’s winter and you’ll get yourself a cold on top of everything. Honestly… There’s no need to wait for me” he grumbled, watching a valet jump to open the door of the coach for them.

Natallia gave a short nod to her brother, relieved he had finally shown up. With a soft sigh that she could see in the cold air, she carefully climbed into the coach. Luckily, there was indeed a blanket or two in the seat compartment. She tugged out the blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders and firmly tucking it around herself. She curled up on the seat with her back to the side of the coach, feet tucked against her body on the seat. It was much more comfortable this way. 

Natallia glanced to her brother, dark eyes searching his face for a moment. “Um..did work go well?” She asked, making an effort for once to indulge in some conversation with him. Natallia had a few books in the bag she had brought with her, and a few other things to keep her busy. She was in no way obligated to talk to him, but she decided to try for once.

[crimson-sunflower]

Giving the messanger some orders first, Ivan soon followed his sister inside and let himself fall on the seat. The coach wasn’t the most comfortable, considering they had to go over frozen roads and slippery streets for hours, but it would be enough for them. Luxury waited for them back at his capital and if he was honest to himself he couldn’t wait to go there.

“Hm?” Blinking he looked up, having not expected to hear his sister’s voice any time soon again. After all she had avoided him the last days, despite him meaning just the best. “Oh, yes. All is well. I received some reports from the West, but do not worry about anything.” With a jolt the coach started to move, rocking its passengers softly. “You don’t have to go there anymore. How do you feel today? I apologize I couldn’t come to join you for breakfast.”

[a-lion-roars]

crimson-sunflower‌:

In another situation it maybe would have been fun to see the Englishman squirm like he did, now however Russia waited for the answer, calm and unmoved, unamused, as the other man stuttered. What he got in the end didn’t surprise him. “I see.” Taking his drink back he took a sip, as he leaned back into his seat. For a long thoughtful moment the amber liquid made little circles between his fingertips, running down the glass in slim glistening traces like oil. “You need to earn that.”

A frustation birthed within him at those words. He needed to earn it. His lips snapped shut, but this time he didn’t warble or waver, instead his arousal and his eagerness and his anticipation ground to a rather sudden halt. The prospect that Russia was simply toying with him now was a glaring one—especially after he had brought himself to the point of admitting to wanting something like that from the taller nation. It was just business, then, this? Of course—it was always a game with him, how could he forget? “Earn it?” England questioned simply, eyes narrowing as he waited for the other man to explain himself.

[crimson-sunflower]

The atmosphere around them was so quiet and calm, that he felt the sudden change. It was like the cosy drunkness between them had shattered with his words, just to fall to the ground in front of their feet. There it crunched under his shoes as he adjusted his posture a little bit. “You’re disappointed.” It was no question and the remains in his glass vanished, leaving an amber colored shadow behind. “I’ll be honest to you, since we were at this point already. I don’t like to be tied up. Actually I despise it and I have my reasons for that.” Resting the edge of the glass against his lips, he looked over, searching the other man’s eyes for a hint of understanding or disillusion. “However that’s not a no. But I need to trust you for that.”

[crimson-sunflower]

[ ♘ or ♚ , your choice! :) ]

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

((since I did something paranormal already, have some siblings :) 

The snow had piled up high, making it hard to see the sidewalk. If the houses wouldn’t stand so tight, Ivan would have maybe lost his way. Like this however he just followed the line of streetlamps and glanced every now and then at the mailboxes or name signs on the doors.It was cold and dark, not many people were still outside. Not on an evening like this, when it was so important to be with ones family. Family… That word brought a sad little smile to his lips. Years ago his family had left and it wasn’t like he could blame them. Everything had just been so damn wrong… so very wrong.Taking a deep breath he stopped in front of a small house. The windows were lit in a warm yellow light. Everything was so nicely decorated and the christmas tree in the livingroom sparkled like covered in gems. Even from outside he could see with how much love the house had been decorated. So very different from the harsh cold outside.Hesitating he stepped up to the door, hand lifted to knock, but something held him back. The presents in the bag at his side felt so heavy all of a sudden. He hadn’t been invited. No one had actually said anything about Christmas to him at all. Still he stood in front of that house and he couldn’t bring himself to knock.“Vanya?”He flinched, startled by the fact the voice didn’t come from inside.“Vanya… is that you?”Slowly he turned around, a guilty smile and an apology on his lips, but before he could say anything arms wrapped around his neck and held him tight.“Good evening, Katyusha” he mumbled, embracing his sister in return. “And Merry Christmas.”

[crimson-sunflower]

YOUR BABY IVAN IS SO ADORABLE AHHHH ❤️

(( haha thank you! :")

[crimson-sunflower]

❥ please :)

❥ - a childhood memory 

It smelled so wonderful like herbs and bread in the small hut. The little boy took a deep breath. His feet dangled from the wooden bench he sat on, while he watched the old woman work at the fireplace.

“Grandma?”

“Yes, my dear?”

Her voice was tender and her smile was warm. It had always been like that, as long as he remembered knowing her, which wasn’t long. The concept of time was still foreign to him.

“What are you doing there?”

With a groan and a smile the old woman turned around, caressing pale blond hair with a withered hand.

“Something sweet, Ivanushka. You’ll like it.”

His eyes grew wide and not for the first time the old woman seemed to notice their unusual color. Why else would she look at him with that strange expression he couldn’t sort? Tilting his head he blinked at her and within moments her warm smile was back.

“You’ll like it, I’m sure.”

“I’m sure too” he gave back smiling, reaching for her hand to hold it tight. “Grandma, can I bring my sisters next time?”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you want, Ivanushka. Whatever you want.”

[crimson-sunflower]

♚

♚ - a memory of something paranormal 

The mud clung to his boots, pulling on them like the hands of the dead. He couldn't believe it. This place of all godforsaken places was supposed to become the new city? Growling lowly Ivan took another step, almost sinking in up to the knee. This dirt was unnerving. There was water everywhere! And still Peter had come and he had taken a good look at the river and the swamp, at the simple people living at the edge of this disaster, and he had decided to build his new capital there. Ivan didn't like it, but it wasn't like he could convince his Tsar otherwise. Oh, he had tried. He had tried many days and nights, complaining about the place that was supposed to take his heart, until the man he had seen growing up, he had accompanied to the West to learn, had told him 'stop' and Ivan had stopped.

Wading through the swamp he searched for the way back into the small village where the work had started days ago. He had wanted to take a good look at everything, just to get lost in the end. At first he had hoped to follow his own trail back but without noticing he had stepped into deeper water and it had washed his footprints away.

"For God's sake!"Cursing angrily he turned around and almost fell back into the water. There were eyes watching him! Eyes in a pale face, half sticking out of the muddy water. The pupils were white but they weren't blind. They followed Ivan as he moved slowly to the side and something big and firm brushed along his legs. He could imagine what it was. Just last night he had overheard an old woman at the fire, speaking of ancient creatures in the swamp, and the word slipped over his lips without him wanting to. "Russalka..."

As if the sound had broken a spell the creature flinched and rose up. A pretty mouth showed sharp teeth, digging deeply into leather and flesh before it vanished back into the dark waters. Ivan was left behind with racing heart and gritted teeth, red dying slowly the mud around him.

He'd bury these things under his city. This was his place now...

[dappermouth]

Another world gazes through grease and smoke.

[crimson-sunflower]

hadzyuka‌:

Natallia glare didn’t budge despite the comforting touch he offered. She let him pat her hair and slid back under the covers when he left, wordlessly not even saying “good-bye” or “thank you”.

The next two days consisted of Natallia sleeping and resting, she was brought a few books to help her pass the time. However, she was on orders by her brother not to leave the room. As tempted as she was to disobey him, she knew that her body was most likely still in a little shock, as was normal after death for her.

When the day to leave came, Natallia carefully dressed herself, tucking a scarf around her neck to hide the scar before tugging on her winter coat. She had no belongings other than her armor, weapons, whatever she had on her at her time of death. This stuff was all packed already, and she stood outside with some of the other people that came with Ivan. Now, they waited for him to arrive outside before they got into the horses or before anyone got into the coaches. Natallia let out a shiver despite her coat, and hoped that there was an extra blanket in the coach.

Ivan had brought work and he buried himself in it while he waited for his sister to recover. It was bothersome, but he cared for her, so he waited patiently, keeping his distance to not upset her further, but sneaking into her room whenever she was deep asleep. The few times it happened he looked at her pale face, wondering what she was dreaming about, just to feel his gaze drawn to her neck again. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, encouraging his decision to take her away from fights and war.

The day they wanted to leave Ivan was late to join the group of people in the snow. A messanger had reached him that very morning and it was a while after the others had gathered, that he and the young man left the house. “What are you doing?” Frowning unpleased he looked around, not reacting to the nods and little bows he received from his court. “Natallia, get into the coach. It’s winter and you’ll get yourself a cold on top of everything. Honestly... There’s no need to wait for me” he grumbled, watching a valet jump to open the door of the coach for them.