MOSCOVIA

ind. personification of MOSCOW, remade 02/24.

[pervoprestolnaya]

и, слыша глас, её душе знакомый, подвиглася великая Москва!

independent and unaffiliated portrayal of 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚆, originally established somewhere in 2012 and remade 2024. written by maja.

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[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[pervoprestolnaya]

Spill the beans! What did your last text message say?

Ahh, let's see...

[she makes a show of scrolling through her messages, notably ignoring the top few ones. after all, that's no one's business but hers.]

To my nail lady: "thanks babe, see you wednesday. xx"

[examining the back of her hand idly, she hums in thought and locks her phone.] I can't wait for a new set, honestly. Frenchies are nice but they get boring fast, and I want some charms or something next.

[pervoprestolnaya]

maybe like for a little sketch of your muse (will choose who i like if u are a multi), capping at 5 💃

[pervoprestolnaya]

just so we’re on the same page if you have a thread with me and you use chatgpt to feed my reply to it and come up with a response via ai i will haunt you until your dying days

[pervoprestolnaya]

"Your days absent from Orthodoxy have yet to dull your beauty, how good it is to have you returned to communion with the pentarchy, the whole of our faith is made all the more radiant and resplendent for it."

Ah, flattery. She was not a stranger to receiving it or handing it out, but who said that just because one is accustomed to something that they have to become numb to it?

Whilst she adjusts the head covering concealing the top of her flaxen hair, it's difficult to credit it to something other than vanity. Yes, she is in a church, and some humility is required by the faithful, but the centuries have hardly taught her to be ashamed of her beauty when it can make her life so much easier.

"My," she comments, feeling a swell of pride as well as a twinge of appreciation. He sure knows what to say, doesn't he? Maybe she would take the sweet words as an insult if he were ugly.

But she does not. "How sweetly you speak to me. How many ears have heard those same words, hm?"

[pervoprestolnaya]

[ shouts. as loudly as possible in her general vicinity. ]

ХУЙ!!!

[it's almost comical how far upwards her phone shoots into the air, just a mere moment before a shriek of shock turns into one of irritation, and her head whips around in a flash of blonde.]

[just in time, she finds a hard object nearby — she can't tell whether it's a porcelain figurine or a paperweight, but by the feel of it in her hand she knows it'll take damage if it lands. as such, she flings it in his direction.]

[pervoprestolnaya]

i can be your angle or yuor devil

[brittunculii]

@pervoprestolnaya: Yaroslava Yuriyevna said,“What's your favourite book? You do read, right?”

“What, those? My dear, those are only there for decoration.” A sarcastic question warrented a sarcastic response as they reclined together on a rich victorian sofa in the darkened room, every wall taken up in some manner or another by shelves crammed full with thick heavy volumes.

Of course he reads. Charles could never have claimed such success if he was not deeply erudite and had not spent his long life pouring over endless publications; yet in browsing these bookshelves one could be hard-pressed to come across a single piece of imaginative fiction. Despite the multitudes of poetry and dark literature that the streets of London have inspired over the centuries, Charles did not waste his time on fantasy and romanticism and the like. He was a man of science, of facts and brutal hard logic, of modernity, machinery and architecture. He was a man of business, finance and law. A man of politics, and his reading material reflected this. He was certainly not the Wordsworth type, seeking eternity in a bloody daffodil.

“I don't have a favourite; there's absolutely no use in getting emotional over a book of all things.” Her slender hand rested in his gloved one as they engaged in intimate conversation over drinks, his leather-clad thumb freely caressing satiny white skin as he pensively appraised the Russian's manicured fingernails.

“If you want to discuss poetry or creative literature, perhaps seek Arthur out—allow him to rattle on at you until your ears bleed, because you won't get any of that nonsense from me.”

[pervoprestolnaya]

Like your head? She wanted to ask, the natural venom in her words fighting to come out, but instead she smiled pleasantly and bit her tongue. She wanted to be nice; he had, after all, been treating her like a lady all day. Only a fool bites unprovoked.

Her hand felt warm in his, slender and pale with skin that was always naturally on the cooler side, nails blood-red to contrast the pallid complexion she was so fond of maintaining. Yaroslava's fingers unconsciously twitched a bit from the contact against the thick glove. Doesn't he ever take those off, she wondered?

Maybe she'd ask soon.

It was when he spoke once more that her gaze flitted up from his hand to his face.

"What a boring way to look at things," she commented, the distinctly Slavic lilt to her voice lowered in pitch to match the silent intimacy of the scene. Her free hand drummed her fingertips across her knee, one crossed over the other. One could interpret the ceaseless motion of her hands as fidgety or nervous, but to her it was a mere habit: a natural restlessness.

"But you have read some poetry, haven't you? Purely from a scholarly viewpoint, of course."

[sivisoko]

@pervoprestolnaya

She's in the middle of applying a pore strip to his nose when he speaks and breaks her out of her focus. Her eyes flit over to him, then return to her task, manicured fingers smoothing out the pore strip. Her stilettos only barely manage to avoid his eye. To say she's comfortable would be an understatement; there's something to be said about how an easy way to calm Yaroslava is to let her nitpick and criticize, but she prefers to think of it as helping someone with their self-improvement. "Nothing," she replies with an unusually pleasant lilt to her voice. "Can I wax your eyebrows next?"

[ he scrunches up his nose a bit in response, his lip getting snagged into a curl along the way. he hopes that doesn't increase the likelihood of any facial hair getting caught up in this... process. he sits up with a ha-rumph. ]

Hm. Alright. [ that's an affirmation mostly in response to the first statement, but the second was packaged in there as well. he doesn't really want his eyebrows waxed, but, well. he'd rather yara get to live out her vision. he trusts her he should not. ]

But! Just the edges. The eyebrows are a part of my brand.

[pervoprestolnaya]

[she looks happy with his decision, as evident by the little curl in her lip. he's letting her get her way which she appreciates, as well as that she's getting to do something that relaxes her.]

Mm-hmm. [she whips out the wax strips as if prepared, and she probably was, and lets them warm up near the heater while she finishes up with the pore strip. now that it's dry, she takes hold of the edges and peels it off with surprising caution.]

All right. I'll touch up between them too, it's a jungle there.

[pervoprestolnaya]

who wants to recreate the jeyne mansfield and sophia loren photo with yara

[pervoprestolnaya]

occasional reminder that even though i use a runway model as a faceclaim, yara's body (with occasional fluctuations) more or less looks like this; only of course taller and with a bit more strength to her limbs

[ohisms]

↪ 𝑽𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 . ( a collection of sentence starters from the 2004 film . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )

oh , [ name ] . it's just you .

where are you going to run , [ name ] ?

what are you saying ?

why do you think i brought you here ?

you said you believed in my work .

i would kill myself before helping in such a task .

you've been so kind to me , [ name ] .

you can't kill me , [ name ] .

so , you're the great [ name ] .

we all have our little problems .

let's make it your decision , shall we ?

i wish you a week in hell .

why don't you do something about it ?

this is all a test of faith .

i can curse all i want , dammit .

you . turn around .

strangers don't last long here .

the laws of men mean little to me .

i don't need your help .

you stay here . they're trying to kill me .

nice to see you too , [ name ] .

did i do something to you in a past life ?

i hope you do have a heart , [ name ] . because someday i'd like to drive a stake through it .

your reputation precedes you .

i am hollow ! and i will live ... forever .

please , say you will not try again .

do not fear me ... everybody else fears me .

i was unprepared . it won't happen again .

do you understand forgiveness ?

i would rather die than help you .

don't be boring , everyone who says that always dies .

may he rest in peace .

how long has it been , 300 , 400 years ?

you don't remember , do you ?

what exactly is it i am to be remembering ?

it's no surprise you would know all about me .

we have such history , you and i .

have you ever wondered why you have such horrific nightmares ?

[ name ] , it's alright , i'm taking you home .

what , did you think we haven't tried everything before ?

no one knows how to kill [ name ] .

i could have used that information earlier .

would you like me to refresh your memory a little ?

allow me to ... reintroduce myself .

i think we've overstayed our welcome .

don't give me that look .

you were right . i'm sorry .

monster ? who's the monster here ? i have done nothing wrong !

look , there's still time .

you were right . i'm sorry .

do you have any family , [ name ] ?

if you value your lives , and the lives of your kin , you will kill me .

evil may have created it , may have left its mark on it , but evil does not rule it .

now you know why they call me a murderer .

oh my god ... you've been bitten .

so much trouble ... so much trouble .

now you will become that which you hunted so passionately . may others be as passionate in their hunting of you .

don't worry , god will forgive us .

how many commandments can we break in one day ?

oh my god , you should be terrified .

how does it feel to be a puppet on my string ?

neither of us has ever settled for half .

you make my skin crawl .

i'm not gonna like this , am i ?

one brief moment of pain , and we can be together forever .

you have no heartbeat .

you are nothing but damned bones , and damned souls .

well , that doesn't sound like a good thing .

we don't have a choice . just don't get killed .

you don't understand , it doesn't matter what happens to me .

god is not the only one that can create life .

you can't go until i say you can go , and i say you can go when you're dead !

you're supposed to die .

we are both part of the same great game , [ name ] , we just find ourselves on opposite sides of the board .

you are being used , [ name ] , as was i . but i escaped , so can you .

if you're going to kill someone , kill them . don't stand there talking about it .

all i want is life . the continuation of my kind .

some things are better left forgotten .

[shumi-maritsa]

Cue the awkward moment. He knew that he should have contacted beforehand. "Er.. were you expecting somebody else?" Hristo asked with an arched eyebrow, his hands now in his pockets. Now and then, a background noise could be heard from either side of the hallway.

Although his Russian is fluent, Hristo has struggled with it due to differences in grammar. At least, difference in using articles.

"I know this is out of blue, but for some reason, something in my head tells me to come here. I don't know why and well... it has been years since my last visit to this city," he continued, rubbing back of his neck. His gaze has shifted to elsewhere. He definitely wasn't like this back home.

"I seem to remember that you work with horses."

[pervoprestolnaya]

Was she expecting someone else? Yes, honestly, but she'll curb her disappointment for the moment.

She adjusted the towel on her head for the moment so it didn't become lopsided and fall out, then after a moment, for politeness' sake she opened up the door wider in a silent invitation to come in, even if he wasn't bringing noodles and pork dumplings. "I ordered some food," she explained flatly, her persistent gaze never leaving him even as his own wavered.

It wasn't an explanation she heard every day; 'something in my head told me to come', but she was aware weirder things happen on a regular basis. Especially in the Balkans, that place is insane.

"Take a seat," she said halfheartedly as she headed to the mirror again, moreso annoyed that her take-out was late than at his presence. She undid her hair from the towel and began the arduous process of detangling to dry and style it. "I do. I don't keep him in the city, but I see him from time to time. Why?"

[pervoprestolnaya]

can i say meryl streep in death becomes her is huge inspo for yara

[pervoprestolnaya]

Uh, Yarunya... [ oh no. not good when that nickname comes out. ] I, um. I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag...

"You spilled—"

She balks.

The bag is, of course, not a genuine Valentino model; it's a good enough dupe that one wouldn't take it for a fake, but the stitching and the logo gives it away.

Not that this matters right now, because the stitching itself on the inside is smeared with the very familiar scent of her liquid lipstick. Dark, dark, viscous red... The image of how hard it will be to get the stain out flashes before her eyes in the millisecond before her tone raises in an uncomfortable, shrill fashion.

"Lipstick in my VALENTINO WHITE BAG?!"