#ask-queenbelarusian

[miss-rossiya]

Babe. I would date you, Sestra. ❤️

Sestra please— 

[[ ask-queenbelarusian ]]

[ask-2p-italian-brothers]

[ask-the-2p-belarus-blog]

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Nightmare: 

Natalya wakes up in a dimly lit room. Only a single light flickers. She is alone with nothing to be heard except the slight buzz of the light and the occasional creak of boards above her. It’s a rather large room, cracked wooden floors with some broken glass strewn here and there, a few chairs and oval table. She gets up and walks over to the door, attempting to open it. It’s locked. She struggles harder to pry open the door, yet no luck. Another light turn on only to pop and shatter it’s bulb. Natalya turns around startled from the loud sound of the shattering glass. A piece hits Natalya and cuts her on her cheek. 

"Where… am I?"

She reaches up and wipes the blood from her cheek and looks around the room, studying the broken lights. Another creak sounds, not from above, but from inside the room. A light from the corner of the room flickers to life, yet dim as it shines. A figure is sitting in a chair in that corner. Natalya steps forward to see who could be there.

"Hello? Who are-"

"c-c…."

The figure responds in a broken voice. She is unable to understand the voice and who it might belong to. She takes another step towards the mysterious figure.

“c…c….oun…nm….t-t-tsss” 

The figure tries to shift in the chair, yet winces in pain and stops moving. Something falls from the chair and hits with a metallic sound. The item glints int he dim light with the colors of sliver and red. Natalya freezes and looks at the item, a sudden urge of pain hits her in her stomach and eye.  She drops to her knees and clutches her stomach. Adrenaline rushes to her as her eyes widen a drift back up towards the figure. The corner light flickers and becomes a bit lighter, then fades back to dim. The sound a small drips coming from the corner.

“c-c….oun….ntse….rrr…..p-p- aa..r..ct”

Natalya’s eyes widen, the win continuing to thrive in her stomach, here vision becoming blurred in one eye. She knows who it is now, she doesn’t want to accept it. Tears rush to her eyes and fall with a small ‘pat…pat’.

“I-I….aah…mmumm…s-so…ar-r..y”

Natalya looks up at her counterpart. The light above Natasha flicker enough to see her. Natalya cover her mouth so she wouldn’t scream, tears rushing over her cheeks and down her face. The site of her counterpart was enough to make her vomit. Blood covering Natasha’s pink dress from a wound to her stomach. Her right eyes missing and blood staining her face. Blonde hair covers part of her left eye but a glow of purple iris is to be seen. A small, yet comforting smile is upon her face, trying not to make Natalya worry.

“I-it…tss..o-okkc..ay, p-pleee….s-s..e d-don’t w-wo…rr..r..y abou….t..m-m-..ne”

Natalya wakes up in a cold sweat, in her bed. The though of her counterpart still haunting her memory.

"Just a nightmare…just a nightmare…"

[laimagalente]

Tagged by spanishflowercrowns

Rules: Insert your answers to the questions below. Tag at least two followers or friends.

Name: Sarah, but I greatly prefer Casey

Nicknames: Panda, Pretty Panda

Birthday: 8 September nine days away dear god

Gender: Uhhh... Crap. Biologically female, but I identify as genderfluid

Sexuality: Pan

Height: 5’5"

Time zone: AK (four hours behind EST)

What time and date is it there?: August 28, 7:04 PM

Average hours of sleep: Usually seven to eight 

OTP(s): Frick. GerIta, AmeLiet, AmeBela, China x Latvia (ChuLat), SuFIn, Russia x Spain, FrUK, any combination of Spain and Denmark and Vietnam, Denmark x Korea... I have a lot, okay? 

Favorite beverage: Dr. Pepper, white hot chocolate

Favorite sweets/goodies: Pink lemonade cookies, Red Vines, Orange slices

Last movie I saw in the cinema: Frozen :P  

A piece of advice for all of my followers: Unless someone is signing your paycheck or paying your bills, if they don't like you, they can piss off. 

You have to listen to this song: Aš matau šviesą [I See the Light - Lithuanian Dub]

Those who I’m tagging: theshyotaku, ask-queenbelarusian

[laimagalente]

✖ Fem LatBel

Who was the one to propose: Belarus—she’s much more of a go-getter than Laima is.

Who stressed more over wedding planning:Laima, easily.

Who decorated the house:Toss up.

Who does the cooking:Belarus is quite the talent in the kitchen

Who does the cleaning:Also Belarus, who’s quite particular about things begin neat

Who is more organized:Laima

Who initiates bedroom fun:It could be either one

Who suggested kids first:In all honestly? Laima after one too many hits of the Riga black balsam. They adopted and it’s adorable.

[ask-astronomer-alfred]

you really want to know what got me into astronomy

Well one night when I was a kid I had a nightmare and then there was a flash from my window, so I naturally went to see what it was. It was a shooting star so I decided to make a wish as all kids do you know.

So I shut my eyes and wished really hard. I cant tell y'all the wish because then it wont come true. But when I opened my eyes I saw the most amazing sight. It was an open sky.

And I guess that inspired me.