Sweet Seals For You, Always
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we're not kids anymore.
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@olycnkov-moved
Welcome to the blog of Nadya Olyenkov, an independent, highly selective Grishaverse original character. Mostly book based with show influences.
I’m Andi, 25+, central US time, night owl. IMs always open and discord available to mutuals on request. Also at reapers, maisy.
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ind sel grishaverse oc. wb andi, 25+.
was setting up maisy’s queue and fell down a fre.ddie fox tag someone send a rescue team
new url, same nadya @findfascinating
can you microdose parem
moving nadya to a new blog, i need a fresh start on her. won’t be dropping threads or relationships. keep an eye out for her new promo.
@dreamwaited
It's either a miracle or a testament to their parents' ridiculous purchasing practices that there's still alcohol in the manor after Zina's party. After the funeral, Nadya's leaning toward the latter. She takes a bottle and two glasses to the couch where Flynn is playing pillow to a very exhausted, very asleep Zina. Nadya pours one glass and hands it to him before pouring a glass for herself and setting the bottle aside. She perches carefully on the couch arm next to Flynn.
Keeping her voice low so not to wake Zina, she says, "Thanks again for coming with me this weekend. Hopefully this is the end of my Ravka trips for a while." She stares at the amber liquid in her glass instead of meeting his eyes. After a quiet moment of struggle, she continues. "I'm sorry I've been so cagey the last few weeks. It... It scared me. Realizing just how much you’ve come to mean to me. I thought if I could force our friendship back into safe territory..." She takes a sip from her drink, glancing away. Her gaze comes to rest on her sister. "Even before their death, she's been my only family." Her eyes flick up to his, finally. "Now you are, too."
unnecessary and depressing life update below the cut:
So Leather’s sick, whatever respiratory infection is going around the dogs here. He’s coughing a lot and it just sounds so uncomfortable, he looks uncomfortable, we’re all worried about him. Which would be fine, normal, if Lace hadn’t died three and a half weeks ago, sparking my catastrophizing about losing my dog so soon after losing my cat, so soon after losing my dad, whose birthday is this friday. Dad loved when his birthday landed on friday, so his first birthday without him being on friday is just super painful. i’ve been getting the go around from my psychiatrist’s office and have been off my meds for a week now, hopefully to get fixed this week finally. on top of that, my allergies are acting up and i’ve had hives on and off for a couple weeks, and for a cherry on top my period started today. everything i’m doing for the next few weeks is going to be 100%, unrepentantly, thoroughly self-indulgent to counteract this mountain of suck i’m dealing with right now.
nadya can drive, is good at driving, has no qualms against driving, but will very willingly let someone else do it if she can get out of it
struggling to make the words go, come chat on disco @ we belong in myth#0937 or bug someone on wire @ nadyaolyenkov / zinaolyenkov / paintstriped / reapxrs
Leverage: Redemption, The Too Many Rembrandts Job
Please, will you stop?
And no shortage of rich bad guys.
It’s because we live in the worst timeline.
One year gone but never forgotten.
He was self-righteous. He was arrogant. I swear to God he made it up half the time, but… I miss the hell out of him.
You’re a lightweight, man. I’m not carrying you out of here.
It’s good for them, i’s a fresh start.
Why are you staying at home?
It’s all software. Somebody’s gotta run it.
Age of the geek, baby.
How you doing since, uh… you know.
You know, I’ve just been doing this and that.
I’m gonna cut this with some food. Hey, I’ll tell you what. I’ll whip up some brunch for us right now.
We should steal something.
This might be a nice distraction for you.
See anything you like?
Hey, man, if you happen to find some water or some aspirin…
I told you, man!
It’s been eight years since I’ve done this. I need a sec.
This is ridiculous. This is idiotic. You’re being an idiot.
Don’t walk away from me.
He’s a treat.
I’m just here for the art.
It was a bit of a rush job, really.
Not now. You’re not gonna believe what’s happening here.
So, anyway, my psychologist says that…
I’m sorry, you’re seeing a child psychologist?
This is not what it looks like.
I don’t know that technique. Where’d you learn that?
You were doing so well.
You wanted a distraction.
Where did you get this?
You come very highly recommended. I’m glad to have you on my side.
Oh, I’m not on anybody’s side.
Know any reason I don’t beat you myself?
Well, I promise you’ll have enough to buy it back.
You bank a lot on that sweet-looking face, don’t you?
I… I could not have done this without you.
My whole life, I prided myself on never picking a side. But I began to think all those years, maybe… maybe I had.
And nothing hurts like feeling you’re safe and then… having that taken away from you.
So, are we gonna help this guy, or are we gonna bonk him on the head, wipe his ID and credit rating and we dump him in Venezuela?
I’d like to vote no on that.
You don’t get a vote. Sit your ass back down.
Yeah, you should have seen your face when you realized. You lit up.
I can’t believe I know that.
You want our help or not?
Are you trying to tell me you don’t think you can cold-read this dude?
He’s looking for the next big score.
Highly overrated. Strong results, but amateur technique.
What just happened?
I’ve been the roper for the last eight years.
And don’t worry. I haven’t stabbed anybody in a really long time, like a whole month.
Been doing this a long time?
I was cocky because I was good. You were just cranky.
I had anger issues I needed to work out.
What changed? What happened?
Get a little history on this, brother.
Are these all stolen masterpieces in this closet?
Y'all hear that high-pitched whistle?
What an unsettling metaphor.
More than a deadbeat. He’s a drug dealer.
I think I have a business proposition for you. Can you be at my place around 7:00?
No, it’s completely professional, I assure you.
Unfortunately, a lot of unreasonable people blame my family for their own… ugh… misfortunes.
I don’t like people poking into my personal affairs.
I should go. This was a mistake.
You know, we never… we never really got to talk. If you ever want to… discuss…
Choose your next words very carefully.
Is that weird that I find all of that really attractive?
Your cover ain’t blown, and I ain’t down. You stay there.
I work in the field of violence.
Ooh. Giving up already?
The fight’s already over. I’d just as soon skip the bruises.
It’s a lot faster in person, huh?
Smart thing to do would be to run. Put some space between us. You too.
Why should we trust anything coming out of your mouth?! How do we know this wasn’t a setup?
You think this was my first choice? It’s insane! Obviously it’s insane!
I tried to do the right thing, the right way. I wanted to make amends.
I gotta take something from him.
I’m kind of just left with you in the middle of all of this.
I can go listen to them beg. That’d be fun, right?
Please. Can I have a moment? To mourn.
You take your hands off of me.
Hey! Thanks for letting me into your house! I just had to pick something up.
I believe that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile.
You know, I really wasn’t too sure about the whole gloating thing, but you were right. Seeing his face was very cathartic.
It’s an acquired taste. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed it myself.
Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think you were done?
In the Jewish faith, repentance, redemption, is a process. You can’t make restitution and then promise to change. You have to change first. Do the work, [name]. Then and only then can you begin to ask for forgiveness.
I still got more to do.
This isn’t the win. This is the start.
What is the appeal in thigh high socks
how do you live, who fucking necromancy’d you from the ground and commanded you to not enjoy anything
rietveild:
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 in the barrel. in just three days a person’s luck could change completely, they could find themselves flush with wealth or having lost everything that they had. one could go from endangered to PROTECTED, alone to among allies. he was curious to see what nadya would do, if she might tuck her tail between her legs and scatter or if she’d find herself at home in ketterdam, finding comfort in a nation without laws or mercy.
he waits expectantly at the bar of the crow club, glancing down at his pocket-watch every so often. time was of the essence and there was plenty to be done tonight. the politics of the barrel were intricate and kaz lived a life that threw him into the center of most brawls. his night could not be spent WAITING AROUND. when he sees a familiar face, he slips the pocket watch into his pocket, brow raising, ❝ i see you haven’t died yet. i was beginning to think you’d be discovered face down in the harbor. ❞
She’d given herself three days, and three days she would adhere to. She replenished her wardrobe, packed away the candy bright gowns and donned darker, more sedate colors - though the cut of the clothing was no less revealing. She visited Kaz’s tattooist ‘friend’ in the Lid and obtained two new tattoos; the black of the Dregs symbol on her forearm distracted from the pale orange flame on the corner of her wrist. An advantage to being Corporalnik; the tattoo is already fully healed by the time she finally enters the Crow Club.
There’s a stillness, a silence to her now that she didn’t have before; in a deep blue gown instead of her previous normal of riotous pink, she seems a shadow of her former self. She’s at his side three days to the heartbeat that he’d approached her. “Lucky for you, I’m difficult to kill. Hate for you to have wasted all that kruge you gave me.” She turns her forearm toward him, flashing the crow and cup now under her skin. “I’m all yours now. Make me your monster, Kaz Brekker.”
what colour is most like how it feels to be loved by you?
gray
it's not easy to be loved by you, you can be a tough pill to swallow sometimes. you do care about your loves, but it's hard for you to show it. it's easy for you to break hearts, and that can scare your loves. sometimes your love isn't a good enough reason for people to stick around, but that doesn't really bother you all that much. i really hope that you find the person who sees your love and thinks "that's the most beautiful thing i've ever seen".
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solsnkta:
“ Practice? ” Oh, she hates the way her voice just cracked. Alina tries to cover it up with a cough, though the incredulous look remains firmly in her expression. Just how many people know about her feelings for Mal? And does Nadya really think she’s never…? Alina scoffs quietly. “ I know how to kiss someone. But I don’t have a sweetheart. ”
She nearly laughs at Alina’s reaction. Cute. “Never hurts to perfect your technique. And I’ve had a lot of practice myself.” Her eyes rake down and then back up Alina. A diamond in the very rough, but there’s potential there. “You certainly don’t have a sweetheart with that attitude. Not to worry, we can fix that.”
