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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Product Placement
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Show & Tell
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@herbloodwhore [cont.]:
“—You do not know that.” Her insistence is rather strong on the matter. “Just because you’ve never seen a psi-hound, doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”
❛ Okay, fine, but when you perhaps meant psi-hound, I heard you say WEREWOLF. Maybe be a little clearer on your diction next time. You’re supposed to be the American. ❜ The last word is laced in a heavy Russian accent – much heavier than the one he usually wore.
“Oh? So what point are you trying to make?”
❛ That you can’t call something a costume if it’s only covering the bare necessities. That’s called underwear, and it’s generally not appropriate. ❜
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❛ Fight you? We’re just talking, and you want me to fight you? ❜
“I don’t see you objecting, Comrade.”
❛ AGAIN, not the point I was trying to make, Hathaway. ❜
@hathxway [cont.]:
“Maybe, but I look awesome.”
❛ that’s not the point, and you already know that. ❜
Are you a mutuals-only blog? I've seen the word private used with different meanings, just making sure. Thank you!
YEP !! That is what I mean when I use the term ‘private’. I use ‘private’ instead of ‘exclusive’, which I’ve also seen used, because that can imply that I’m exclusive to certain character portrayals. Which I am not. RP terminology can get a little mixed up, so I actually usually explain myself in my rules, but I wrote Dimitri’s on the fly and prioritized other things.
I’ll make exceptions to this if a non-mutual has a specific plot idea involving Dimitri (and if I’m interested in that particular idea). But other than that, I like to stick to mutuals to keep from being overwhelmed.
Thank YOU, Anon, for not jumping to conclusions !!
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❛ It’s times like these when I wish the stereotypical picture of a vampire would look more like Moroi than Strigoi. ❜ He has already been close to staking seven unsuspecting teenagers.
His face fell a little, and his brow furrowed. Dimitri was normally pretty stoic but even around Christian he could be somewhat animated. Ironically, being away from people so much had actually made Christian a lot more intuitive to emotion than people gave him credit for. “Dimitri, are you okay?” he asked. It wasn’t like him to avoid a question about Rose.
Дерьмо́. Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen. Feelings were not Dimitri’s area of expertise – even with Rose, he found himself a little lost sometimes ( which actually said a LOT, given everything they had gone through ). Eyebrows gathered on top of his nose, pulling wrinkles across his skin. ❛ Why wouldn’t I be? ❜
“Oh right, it is you.” He almost forgot – and now that he remembered that tall physique, he was starting to regret it. This guy was competition – not that he was counting. “Ah, I see how it is. Sure, sure,” he raised his hands in surrender, “you got me. Takes one to know one, I suppose. Erm, Guardian Belikov, is it? If you let this slide for now, I’ll make sure I’ll try familiarizing myself with your rules next time.“
Takes one to know one. There it was again: an observation entirely too close to the truth. Commenting – even just, no, especially to defend himself – would only work against Dimitri, and so he let it slide. It didn’t seem like Ivashkov was interested in spreading half-truths to the rest of school staff anyway. ❛ That’s a deal, then. ❜
“English.” She reminds him, not even sure that Dimitri knows he’s slipping back into Russian. Rose wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t tell the difference at this point. “You know my Russian only extends as far as swear words.” Which is true, even if he hadn’t been the one to teach them to her. Oh no, Rose had surprised him with those one day.
❛ – and I’m still going to have to speak with whoever taught you that, because I do not want to get the blame, in case you decide to use those in an inappropriate setting, ❜ he rambles, although he does mean it. He enjoys the scent of her hair; it bears a certain rose quality to it, which probably means that Lissa was the one to buy the shampoo.
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“You know, Dimitri, I’ve made a lot of stuff in the townhouse kitchen but I still haven’t managed to slip borscht in there. Got any good recipes I should know about?” he asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the banister. “Also, how are you and Rose doing?”
Perhaps it was a relief to be Christian’s guardian, considering how many royals would have made his life a misery. Not only did a huge portion of the royalty treat their guardians as inferiors, but former Strigoi weren’t really appreciated by a lot of people. Leave it to Christian, however, to make Dimitri uncomfortable despite their favorable situation. ❛ In spite of what you might think, I don’t make it a point to remember recipes. Use the Internet. Google. ❜ He deliberately stayed away from the other topic.
; oh my god. guess whose life suddenly got so busy that they forgot that tumblr rp even existed for a few days there ?? shit son.
send me “Data” and i’ll create a pie chart of the percentage of each emotion my character feels for yours.
you can create one here!
Reblog if your Muse has a kill count of 5+
Cont from here;
That flicker of a small smile etched across warm features, knowing his luck of being enlisted Guardian Belikov. In truth, it had been a toss of Dimitri and Rose, either Dhampir would have been much better company than any of the other Guardians at court. However the Ozera knew that Rose would be assigned to Lissa, that was just fated.
The past few weeks, a kinship had formed and Christian had grown to regard Dimitri as an older brother type. The Raven haired moroi knew that this set-up benefited them both in other ways, since his spending alot of time with Lissa meant that Dimitri could spend his time with Rose. One Christian didn’t refuse, as unlike most moroi he didn’t just think of his guardian as a tool; allowing for a lee-way for Dimitri’s personal life and his own in retrospect and so with that thought in mind, an answer was given laced with a slight humoured tone.
“Well since we took the jet last time, I suppose we could take the car.”
In spite of himself, Dimitri allowed a small smile to be shown on his lips.
It was strange to think that, had things worked out differently, he could have been the Guardian of Christian’s aunt. He could have fathered her children and been one marriage short of being a part of the family – if going by human traditions anyhow. To think of oneself as being even close to having family relations to the Moroi was dangerous. Flammable. If it had been any other woman than Tasha, the thought wouldn’t have crossed his mind. However, her rebellious nature and romantic interest made him wonder ...
He shook himself out of it. Now was not the time to reminisce. Not that he regretted it at all; in fact, he was quite HAPPY that he had realized the impossibility of accepting Tasha’s offer.
❛ I’ll make sure that it’s ready at 10 am. That should give us the most sunny hours, just to be safe, and lots of time to get there. Sound fine? ❜
"Lissa's schedule's changed, she wants me up at LeHigh tomorrow instead of next week." Christian looked up at Dimitri, he would have tried to go right then, but with the Russian now assigned as his guardian the young Ozera knew arrangements would have to be made first. ( moroifire ) ooc; wanted to send something random from my sideblog :P Based around the last book as I saw in your rules, you have read the VA books, so hope this was okay?
Dimitri nodded briefly, mind buzzing with the things he would have to take care of before. First of all, he would have to inform the other Guardians. At the Court, they had an arrangement much like at St. Vladimir’s. Shifts were distributed and the residing Moroi were protected as a group. Ultimately, though, a Guardian was responsible for his charge, even on Court grounds. If Christian went somewhere, Dimitri went along, and so he had to inform the others about his imminent absence.
Secondly, bags had to be packed. Actually, most of Dimitri’s things could fit in a single suitcase.
Thirdly … he would have to suppress his excitement. He enjoyed Christian’s company and was happy to experience the sort of comradeship, which had slowly but steadily growing between them. However, he had to admit that he was happy. That he had missed the two delinquents.
❛ Do you want to go by car or jet? ❜ he asked, a small sliver of HOPE seeping into his otherwise neutral voice. If he chose the car, it meant that they should drive during the day – and Dimitri missed the sun.
