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child of the revolution, maiden of myth, bride of darkness
She clenched her jaw to show him that she was not kind, would never be.
hey, lovely! i've noticed that in your 'about' graphic you've written около which, in english, actually means 'around'. a more fitting translation is actually о ней!
CHYERTI. god bless your soul. i hope you find some money today. honestly, thank you so much for letting me know !!!
MOODBOARD. MARYA MOREVNA.
“koschei, koschei,” she whispered. “what would i have been if i had never seen the birds ? i am no one; i am nothing. i am a blank paper on which you & your magic wrote a girl. just the kind of girl you wanted, all hungry & hurt & needing. a machine for loving you. nothing in me was not made by you.”
would you ever give help in icon coloring make?? like if they came off anonymous and all.
CHYERTI. yeah, sure. just send me a message !
She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery—
Rachel Vincent, Menagerie (via slytherinwritess)
@kryptonien.
she still holds the juice of a peach on her tongue, the pit blossoming on moss next to her feet. she reeks of meadows & horses. known as the newest tsaritsa to her kingdom she-wolf, by her bird-husband.
but she turns sour with her thoughts, it will never be her kingdom. not like how he wields it. not like how she wants it. so she turns to the foreign man, his presence strange & dominating.
❛ this is what i LIVE for. ❜
@drippingredledgers
IRON & STONE. she feels the slavic wind nip at her milked skin, prickling deeply into her blood. & with her girlhood stolen, taken as bird-wife like her blood-sisters, she had learned to hold herself into her sternum, dark & grained, swallowed by pride & greed by which she could not hold.
lips as rich as dahlias remain firmly their shape.
❛ ваши кости кажутся голодали, товарищ. ❜
ACCENT. with russian as her mother tongue, she holds the language dear to her as it’s also the language she feels most comfortable in. this said, when she speaks in english, it will always be with a russian accent. the accent doesn’t particularly bother her, nor does she feel embarrassed by it.
important;; don’t be shy if you have a plot idea with me. I’m really open to these big, intricate storylines between our muses that have room to expand the characters and see development. Wanna ship our muses? Hit me up. Think my muse would be a great sibling figure to your character? Tell me. Have a cliche plot that you wanna do? I’m down. Please, I honestly love making these storylines and falling head over heels for a ship or get really emotional over relationships and enjoy how the story & characters progress.
→ Night, life and death
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her back, REGAL, yet stiff as a corpse’s. she’s decorated with darkened feathers, a black swan dipped in molten gold. with clasped hands, she smiles, & speaks like warm honey, her femininity never too far.
❛ YOUR HAIR. it reminds me of one my mothers. she was a kind woman, but always cold to touch, as if she never got truly warm. ❜
@magictouched
a soft humming reverberates low in her throat as slavic winds touch her, & it reddens her deeply around her cheekbones like fresh cherry jam. she’s silent for a heartbeat, holding the moon in her mouth with her blood pumping. the gods don’t feel, a tsaritsa knows. & so marya morevna stretches her back almost like a cat, equally as graceful.
❛ he’s a fool regardless of his memory, devotchka, men tend to be like that pretty but foolish. ❜
CHYERTI. things that help ina sleep at night, knowing that marya had an affair with a woman.
CHYERTI. starter call. or if you’d like to plot just jump into my inbox !