There's Always a Man

If God could see me now. [Ind. Russia]

[geroyvoin]

sicilitude​:

We all have habits. [The corner of her mouth pulls into an almost-amused little smile. She isn’t sure whether she wants to dwell on this too long or not, or whether she should take his question seriously. And, she considers whether she would actually use it against him, and why] What, do you want me to?

You know? I do not think I am sure anymore. Part of me hold a fear- and a respect of course- when it comes to this. But the longer I have the thought...I still hold the fear, but perhaps... [a long pause stops him] You know what? It is not worth it.

[geroyvoin]

hadzyuka​:

Her back was already turned when he spelled out his thinly veiled threat, causing her to freeze a foot away from the last step. The options before her were dwindling, the more sensible one disappearing with every second she wasted standing there bleeding.

Normally, or perhaps with only her shoulder wound, she’d ditch it and run for the hills to find some other form of help; but the suffocating burn in her thigh reminded her that she couldn’t run right now, and that she’d probably bleed out for a cold sleep in the snow if she tried that. 

Each tap of his fingers on the door frame felt so loud to her, and Natallia turned abruptly with a tired glare that she had chosen just for him. 

“Fine.” She spat out bitterly, gripping the banister with her free hand to slowly haul herself up his steps. It was slow-going and she almost faceplanted across the threshold of his home, but Natallia was able to save herself by letting go of her shoulder wound and grabbing Ivan’s arm with a bloodstained hand. She bit down on her lip to muffle any noises of pain, but that only served to draw blood and the iron tasted heavy on her tongue. 

He watched, he waited, patient as ever and not flinching an inch when she was clinging to his arm. In fact there was almost a satisfaction there, welling tight in his chest. Though the feeling was gone in an instant, he was quick to pull her jut a little closer, so he could push the door closed past her, no longer letting the warm air of the home out to meet that of the frigid night.

“Good girl.” the words were quiet, and accompanied by the softest of side eyes he could manage, as he kept her close to him. Had she wanted to step away, for the moment she would be unable, stuck between Ivan and the door.

“Shall we go get you cleaned up?” though he phrased it as a question, it wasn’t one, and he knew she would understand. There were no options for the time being. He would offer his hand, and she would not bite it as it fed her, wasn’t that how it always went? It would only be brief, and he expected something to happen later, but as it was, he held every card.

So, he would help her get cleaned up, and would even fix up the wound in her shoulder. Beyond that, only time would tell what the night held. It was almost exciting, blood and all.

[rpmemes-galore]

headcanons based on the 5 love languages:

send one and i will answer the questions listed

Words of Affirmation

does your muse like giving compliments? 

how easy is it for your muse to say ‘ i love you’?

what is one compliment your muse is dying to hear?

what is something your muse loves being praised for?

Acts of Service

does your muse like it when people do work for them? 

does your muse enjoy giving people a hand with work?

what acts of service would your muse appreciate the most?

what is one chore your muse would prefer someone else do for them?

Receiving Gifts

does your muse enjoy giving gifts? 

what is a gift your muse is hoping to receive? 

does your muse prefer receiving more practical or fun gifts?

does your muse like it when someone spends a lot of money on them?

Quality Time 

what is your muse’s ideal date night? 

how comfortable is your muse with prolonged eye contact? 

does your muse prefer conversation or just sitting quietly with their s/o?

is it easy for your muse to devote their full attention to one person at a time?

Physical Touch

does your muse like being hugged? 

where could someone touch your muse to calm them down? 

is there anywhere on your muse’s body they want to be touched most?

does your muse find themselves subconsciously seeking out physical contact? ( ie. reaching for s/o’s hand without realizing it )

[channigram]

SIR-

[geroyvoin]

sicilitude​:

It’s for punishing small children, Vanya. [she takes a deep sigh] of all the people…. What, do you think you think I would want to hit you with the spoon? Do you think I’ll deem you naughty? 

....you would be surprised what else. [he doesn’t clarify, of course he doesn’t] It is not that I think you want to, it is just that it is habit I have to think it could be a possibility. What if you deem so, what if you wish to? [there is a long pause] Would you? 

[geroyvoin]

hadzyuka​:

It always seemed to end like this. Natallia fantasized about the day she could ditch this place and this life, but the fates seemed to cruelly rip away from her every time she tried to stand up for herself. In a few days, she’d reflect upon this experience and try again from a different angle, but for now–

–for now, she stood bleeding on Ivan’s front step, a dull flame of anger burning inside the pit of her stomach that was only counteracted by the pain in her shoulder and thigh from where the bullets had hit her. 

Natallia let herself fall to sit on the steps, groaning softly with her hand clutching her right shoulder, fingers stained red with blood and pink from the cold. Why hadn’t she grabbed gloves? 

Her break was interrupted by the sound of the door opening behind her, and she slowly turned a bit to see Ivan welcoming her back in. The response from Natallia was instant as she stood up, biting her lip harshly to keep from crying out before limping down the steps with a pained scowl. Nope. Absolutely not. Why had she come here in the first place? There were too many questions for her to comprehend.

There was a moment where he watched her, though it lacked the usual intense glare, it was still a hard look. He watched as she stood, as she turned, taking in the smallest details of the situation. Ivan allowed her only a few steps away from him, shifting his hand on the door as if to close it, before he spoke again.

“Think before you leave, krolik,” there was emphasis on the word, the name he had chosen just for her. “Will you make it far like that? Or will you get caught again?” perhaps she would return to him again, another wound, another story, another bitter and angry look reserved for him. He could wait, but the question was, could she?

“I will close this door if you really wish me to, but either you see me now, or you see me later. Only one will offer you kindness.” though it was not much to offer, he would not let her suffer if she took his invitation for the night, not completely. Instead there were other options, offering at least a numbness for a few hours, an offered bliss in such a case. But he would say no more and let her choose.

Ivan would only wait a moment longer, watching, his fingers tapping ever so softly against the frame of his door. It seemed as usual, he held every bloodstained card.

[geroyvoin]

starspanglcd​:

( sms: eye-van )  ummmmmm no we don’t ( sms: eye-van )  we’re both good at not talking about this  ( sms: eye-van )  so let’s not do it this time ;)  ( sms: eye-van ) wow i cant believe your going to visit me in prison  ( sms: eye-van )  thats the kindest thing ur ever done for me  ( sms: eye-van ) i am an alien though??????????????? ( sms: eye-van )  i am an alien goddess from venus???  ( sms: eye-van ) i have alien beauty i never said i was alien smart bro

[text: колокол] I think we really need to, even if it comes to the point of extreme intoxication before and after, of which I am willing to offer to supply

[text: колокол] But I do want to know, and I think we should discuss it

[text: колокол] I will come visit you though, because how could I not

[text: колокол] You are in fact the prettiest alien I know, and perhaps that is a reason I will visit

[text: колокол] Well

[there’s a long pause to his messages]

[text: колокол] Nevermind

[text: колокол] Survive well

[geroyvoin]

wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.

One Word Prompts |

This was not a situation that he had ever wanted to be in, but it was not the first time he had been in it. In fact, Ivan could count the number of times on his hands where he had sat beneath Liberty’s hands, one wound or another, and asked for her help. There were always varying degrees of distaste, perhaps a few other mix emotions, but the only thing he could name was tired.

Was that even an emotion?

Sitting with his shirt thrown to the side, piled atop his jacket and any other belongings her had brought with him, he braced himself back on his arms while he put, perhaps, too much trust in her with the gash along his abdomen. Maybe he should have just done it himself, but his hands were raw and shaking, and he couldn’t focus his eyes on anything more than an inch in front of him. Pathetic.

“I am shocked you are helping,” he huffed again after a moment, words he had uttered a few times under his breath to her. He spoke as he wrinkled his nose, as if it would get rid of all the dried blood on his face. Instead, it just hurt more. “But I am still thankful.”

He seemed to watch her for a moment, working.

“I mean it.”

[geroyvoin]

shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.

One Word Prompts |

It was another trial on her part, and perhaps he was almost impressed. Almost. Truthfully, it was the fact she had been caught every time thus far that disappointed him, and the fact that once again she seemed not to learn. But either she would learn, something, or they would continue playing this asanine little game of theirs. Either way, Ivan spent his time waiting, leaning against the kitchen counter with a small glass he would sip every few moments.

He milled around for a few moments, though he set his glass down when he heard something by the door. Fingers brushing the counter, he took slow steps towards it, and he wasted not a moment to open the door. He didn’t bother to look, he didn’t bother to second guess himself. There was a safe assumption to who would be staring him down from the other side of that door.

Offering nothing but dead eyes with the softest smile, he kept his hands on the door, beckoning her in without hesitation.

“Welcome back.”

[geroyvoin]

starspanglcd​:

[ and in that moment liberty was somewhat sober to know she fucked up by sharing emotions ]

( sms: eye-van ) o sorry there’s static going throuhg our messages ( sms: eye-van ) i couldnt listen to ur message bc of breakage oops  ( sms: eye-van ) i dont know what you mean by us, but us to me  ( sms: eye-van ) means united states HAHAHAHAH ( sms: eye-van ) OH WOW I SEE MONEY  ( sms: eye-van ) oh my god i think im going to JAIL  ( sms: eye-van ) im having russian influences corrupt my mind 

[text: колокол] We’re going to have to talk about this at some point

[text: колокол] You know that, correct?

[text: колокол] Even if I have to come visit you in prison. Maybe I will send you letters. Or a cake with a file so you may break out.

[text: колокол] Though how can I corrupt you, when were you not convince you were a space alien once? Aliens are the ones with the mind control, isn’t that how it usually goes?

[gvgvdans]

- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts

“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[geroyvoin]

starspanglcd​:

( sms: eye-van ) listen eeyore  ( sms: eye-van ) im ALWAYS happy to offer you accounting services  ( sms: eye-van ) im just afraid of rejection because im from weenie hut jr.  ( sms: eye-van ) de todos modo gracias papi for the money  ( sms: eye-van ) i think the fbi is going to look at my bank account ( sms: eye-van ) and arrest me for treason  ( sms: eye-van ) bc ur u and im not allowed to take money from u ……… ooPS ( sms: eye-van ) im a corrupt public servant o h n o 

[text: колокол] But what does that mean? How are these other services financial.

[text: колокол] Liberty

[text: колокол] Wait

[text: колокол] Afraid of rejection? You? Even in whatever this context is, with me, or is that in general? You’re not the type I thought would be afraid of rejection in that way.

[text: колокол] At least, not with us

[text: колокол] But I think your government will overlook it. Consider it a donation. Write it off. Something. I doubt you are corrupt.

[text: колокол] I sent it to you, though

[geroyvoin]

starspanglcd​:

( sms: eye-van ) yes  ( sms: eye-van )  im offering both services  ( sms: eye-van )  by services i mean i can do ur taxes ( sms: eye-van )  im an accountant if u know what i mean (;;;;;  ( sms: eye-van )  send me money $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ ( sms: eye-van )  i spent all i had on dog tre a ts  ( sms: eye-van )  ok i lied i spent it on edibles for ME  ( sms: eye-van ) be my sugar daddy thank u 

[text: колокол] I do know how to deal with my own finances, I do not need an accountant.

[text: колокол] What does that have to do with your other services? 

[text: колокол] This does not mean I would decline, but I do not think I you are in a place for me to accept.

[text: колокол] Also I still do not know what it means.

[text: колокол] But fine, I will in fact paypal you, if only because the very idea of this is amusing to me. I also await your reaction later :)

[blackcatrph]

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[geroyvoin]

Alright we’re going to get into a little bit Ivan because this is origin and name stuff and I don’t do this often sooooo here goes

Before I continue I do want to say I ascribe to some of the fun idea of ancient reps existing and acting as a parental figure in some cases to various modern nations, because I was engrossed in ancientalia for a long fucking time hhhhh

But anywho

Ivan’s current name is Ivan Arkayevich Kotov, the meaning behind this being grace from god, from Arcadia, and cat, all respectively. Now, some of these have more meaning than others. His last name is just what it is, it also has a little more fun to it if I were to explain some relation to one of my wife’s characters (but that’s a whole other can of worms lmao) but the other two are interesting.

He has always had Arkayevich, as it stems from the greek name Arcadius; this would have been the name of his father (in this case, it’s the name a friend gave to her Byzantine that we used for things back in the day) but when you look deeper into it, ascribing the meaning, and the facts about Arcadia, it makes it almost an irony. In European Renaissance it is described as an unspoiled and harmonious wilderness. It also, in mythology, takes it’s name from Arcas, a hunter come king I believe? Listen, some of it just is kind of neat.

Then there is his first name. Grace of god. It’s incredibly generic and ironic, considering that, while most his life he has been religious, and he grew up from the get go with religion, he doesn’t find faith an important part of his life, he doesn’t practice it, and he is quick to write a lot of things off.

More of less, you just get a lot of irony.

But it gets better.

The original name her was given was Vadim, meaning to rule or to blame, the meaning got a little lost I believe. But this was the name his mother (an older character of mine as well, Kievan Rus) gave him with *religion* and it was incredibly foretelling of well, portions of history. Other names he had as well were similar veins, just simple weird foreshadowings. 

Mostly I just want to touch on those, though, because I’ve been thinking about name things and I think they’re kind of neat. The fact that he is who he is and his name just...falls on him so well, is incredibly nice and satisfying to me.