снага је наша планинска ријека.

љути се. плачи. вришти. проклињи. поричи. прихвати. моли се. бол постаје прихватљивији. преживи. боли успомене. // indie rp account for the nation of serbia, written by cas. highly selective & private. est. dec 2021. // драга 💐

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.

[sivisoko]

i went through over ten expression meme templates before I just decided to use the roblox man face for slavko's expression then my mom saw it and asked if his emotion was 'calm' 😭 anyway.

slavko current mood

how did i do

[sivisoko]

not here but good luck to the serbian people in their fight against corruption ✊

[soloveyko]

was told tonight that i will likely be losing my grant and my job because of trump's foreign aid freeze. don't know what else to do with that information besides put it here, but know that things are bad

[charlestrask]

sexual thrill at the mere prospect of cataloging things in a database

[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.

[sivisoko]

[ he only reacts to her removing the strip by rubbing his nose. then, he entertains the little boy in him just a bit. ] So. Do I get to look at the pore strip. I have the right to see what you just pulled out of my face.

Mmn. [ he can't help but look upwards, as if he could actually see between his brows that way. he'd really rather leave the in between the way it is, lest he let zlatko win the brow game. ] What. Don't you think a unibrow is appreciable.

[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.

[vilavelebita]

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO COME IN SWINGING-

[Metaphorically, of course. She is very much the one coming in swinging in a physical sense. Which is also not going particularly well for her, because much to her ever increasing frustration Slavko is doing an admirable job holding her back.]

What is there to talk about, huh? How wrong you are? [She makes an impotent swipe at his face and her nails just about catch his cheek. Not hard enough to leave a mark, though.] Or maybe what the point of this was in the first place?

[sivisoko]

Јебига-- [ he is just barely clutching that curse in between his teeth! slavko jerks back when she swipes at him. in fact, he even feels the ends of her nails meet the ends of his stubble! his hands grip her shoulders enough that you can tell slavko has to put some effort into this. he clears his throat. ]

What if that was the point-- [ you know what. he decides to admit to it. why not? it's a change of pace, and he's curious what will happen if he decides to be candid for once. slavko's face splits into a cheshire smile at his new strategy. ] What if I only said it to make you mad, huh? The point was to bother you. That's it., and it worked. What about that.

[sivisoko]

@bujorulgalben

[ there's a little brown wrapped package on anica's table, perfectly sized just about to fit in the palm of your hand. does that give away the contents already? inside, she'll find an elegant little pair of dangly earrings: finely cut teardrop shaped amethysts hanging on gold. oh, there's also roses. red would be traditional, but slavko chose yellow--he knows she likes it. finally, a card has been propped up carefully against the box. it reads: ]

La mulți ani, драга. Is this anything.

Your Slava

[bujorulgalben]

[ /anica practically collapses against her door to close it. the evening cold has nipped at her cheeks and nose. her ears ring and sting from the same chilling air, now behind her; now subject to the tinny rattling of the old hallway radiator.

she can light a fire, now. find a glass or five of wine! but first, anica kicks her boots off and drops her bags unceremoniously on top. as far as birthdays go, this year's was... exhausting. she would've missed the gifts on her kitchen table if she hadn't brushed past the paper wrapping the bouquet with her sleeve.

a beat, she turns, and a small smile worms it's way across her face. it grows in realising there will be no prizes for guessing who the sender is; someone with house keys. anica's hands, still a raw pink, close around the box before opening it. there's a soft gasp! there's such delicate little earrings! such pretty, purple teardrops! her lower lip trembles and her own tears threaten to fall. anica sniffs hard and blames fatigue, and then thinks of the so many outfits to pair the gift with.

give her a few minutes more, give her ears a chance to warm up, and they'll be put to use immediately!

finally, she looks to reading the card. there's a warm, weary chuckle, another sniffle. her smile grows and a hand is run through her windswept hair, as she laughs to herself: ]

"Is this anything", he writes! Hah! Oh, my silly Slava.

[ /carefully placing the box back down on the table, a hand now closes around the phone in her coat pocket. she pulls it out and nails are quick to tap and dance around the screen. ]

[ txt: слава моја 💘 ] Seara, iubițel! Thank you so much for the gifts!!! I LOVE them!! Will be wearing the earrings as soon as my ears warm up haha 🥶💜💜💋xxx.....But...you were not going to let me open my celebratory wine all by myself?...Right? Lol?xxx

[sivisoko]

[ well, the gift certainly did come from someone with a set of house keys alright! that someone might still be in the house as well--thankfully slavko remembered to lock the door on his way in, or his ruse might've been up. anica doesn't know it yet, but he's listening intently to her from the next room. ]

[ slavko isn't very good at making himself hidden, so he has simply been sitting in the dark in that big cozy chair for the past... while! he's strongly debating whether he goes in there or keeps listening to her--either way, he knows he's only fretting over what amounts to minutes or seconds. but this is a very serious matter. ]

[ perhaps characteristically, he opts to stay put a bit longer. there's something mesmerizing to slavko in hearing anica's gasp followed by a giggle and then imagining the size of the to go with it. he's always considered himself a fairly stoic man, maybe even been a bit proud of it, but if he could see the size of his own smile, well! he'd probably call himself a bit goofy looking. so, what! ]

[ as he listens to the tap tap of anica's nails on her phone, slavko muses on his plan. why not wait for her to find him sitting here? oh, or--or he could go to the doorway and wait to snatch her up when she comes this way? he's thinking about this very intently when he hears a loud ping... from this room, not that one. yes, definitely loud enough to hear, and if it isn't, the harsh, surprised whisper at himself of-- ] Jebiga--! [ --is probably audible! did he really forget to silence his phone--? ]

[ it's hard to say why slavko does what he does next. he really could've just owned the spontaneity of the situation and accepted that it was out of his hands at this point! but, no. he immediately takes flight to the washroom and attempts to wedge himself out of sight behind the sink. it's rather uncomfortable here, but he's thinking of the plan! at least anica's message puts that silly smile back on his face when slavko goes to reply to it. ]

[ text: Драга <3 ] La mulți ani, dragă. :-) I went looking for these and I thought they they were almost as pretty as you. Almost. I have a mind to fight winter itself. Then your ears will not be cold ever again.

[ text: Драга <3 ] There is one more surprise. It's... somewhere. Closer than you think.

[sivisoko]

hey so tumblr just deleted danylo without warning. gonna be a second while i try to work this out

[sivisoko]

EXISTENCE PRIVILEGES RESTORED LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO

[sivisoko]

hey so tumblr just deleted danylo without warning. gonna be a second while i try to work this out

[seekesotsibteadmist]

How interesting.

[Saima refrains the impulse to consider what they had read elsewhere, but okay.]

And how do you know it, if I might ask?

[sivisoko]

[ slavko taps his chest first, then points vaguely at the sky. ]

I know it because I feel it here. In my heart. And in my blessed soul. [ crosses himself for good measure. he really did say, in effect, 'just trust me'.]

All of that is enough for me to believe.

[vilavelebita]

[She looks like she's just been hit square in the side of the head with a full wine bottle. She's motionless for a good...three seconds, before she lunges at him like a predator animal defending its territory.]

Marko...

Marulić...

SPLIČANIN??????

[sivisoko]

У ПИЧКУ МАТЕРИНУ--

[ first of all, slavko screeches. does he have any evidence for his claim? no. does he even believe it? not in the slightest. but go big or go home, he figured, and he just got to the party. grabs cvijeta's shoulders in an attempt at... can he really call it self-defense here? ]

Don't you--don't you think we can fucking TALK about this--? Maybe even sit down over some fucking coffee about it!

[sivisoko]

@islandiis

[ slavko downshifts, finally bringing the car to a stop. he doesn't unlock it yet, however! first, he needs to have a chat with his new guest. for what it's worth, he is trying to tone down his characteristic intensity here, but slavko's tone is still a little too interrogative to be comforting. ]

Alright. Have you ever been to Balkan before, Fannar.

[sivisoko]

@czesarevich

Lyosha, have you heard of the raw diet. Eating raw beef, eggs. That sort of thing. [ sips on his rakija. there's a little glass sitting there for alexei as well. ] What do you think of that. I'm getting opinions.

[sivisoko]

@bujorulgalben

[ there's a little brown wrapped package on anica's table, perfectly sized just about to fit in the palm of your hand. does that give away the contents already? inside, she'll find an elegant little pair of dangly earrings: finely cut teardrop shaped amethysts hanging on gold. oh, there's also roses. red would be traditional, but slavko chose yellow--he knows she likes it. finally, a card has been propped up carefully against the box. it reads: ]

La mulți ani, драга. Is this anything.

Your Slava

[sivisoko]

i'm sorry the kind of posts i'm putting out tonight are just of the silliest variety possible. that's both my warning and my apology xoxo