#beartsar

[rpclove]

anonymous said;

love love love love LOVE @beartsar !! alex is such a lovely person and a wonderful writer with an EXCELLENT take on ivan and holy shit the nichevo’ya verse! sign me tf up dude. love me some angst, love me some well thought out, genius alex brand angst even more

[fedyur]

❝ HEARTRENDERS, SOULMATES; two halves of a whole ❞

penned by jay and alex🔪     /     poem.     psd.     graphic.

[suncalls]

        He’s just a big, handsome bully. This is what Alina reminds herself of as she enters the room where they’ve been keeping Ivan sequestered, hands bound to prevent him using his power when there aren’t any other Heartrenders around to keep his pulse calm. But now Tamar lingers in the doorway, and Alina’s grateful for her presence. She sits down in the chair opposite Ivan, setting a tray down on the otherwise empty table. “You must be hungry.” She gestures to the bread, cheese, and water she’s come to offer him. “If you can behave, I’ll unbind your hands. I’d rather not have to feed you myself.” 

@beartsar​ — call. 

[lovegrisha]

anonymous said… @beartsar is such a wonderful ivan i mean.. the way that alex has expanded upon his character with what crumbs we get from canon is just ,, wonderful?? 10/10, A++

[pistolslinger]

dear nat, you always write such nice things abt everyone and i’m here to tell you that you are a DELIGHT to have on my dash and i’m so happy i get to write with you. you’ve got jesper’s voice Locked down and you’re SO SO welcoming and lovely and just all around fantastic. like, i’m so impressed by your writing and the way you make it looks easy. thank u for being awesome. 😌

alex i don’t know how to tell u this but like....... it is actually YOU who is the delight to have on the dash :|c u write so many muses to utter perfection, and a lot of them are very gritty, heart wrenching & complex muses, but u do it with such enthusiasm and care and skill, i would say it looks effortless ( it does ) but mostly its like... utterly inspiring. if u told me today that u wanted to add a whole baked potato to ur muse list, i KNOW i’d end up crying about it by the end of the night & thoroughly invested in your ideas. and ooc u are, as the poets say: a complete babe. so sweet, so fun, so creative always. the love i have for u can be explained thusly:

[ruinousaltruism-moved]

@beartsar

She starts running as soon as the Fold starts disappearing. She doesn’t hesitate when she hits the discolored sand; she’ll start in the heart of the carnage and work her way out to a medik tent, where she can help anyone else who can make it that far. Movement catches her eye, and she directs towards it, skidding to a stop and catching the man as he drops.

Ivan. Surprise almost stills her; she thought the twins had killed him on the whaler. From what she can feel from his heart, maybe they had. She shudders at the thought of the Darkling forcing Ivan back to life, the excessive use of merzost… She’ll think about that later. Right now, Ivan’s heart is giving out, and even though she’s never been fond of him, there’s been too much death recently for Maisy to let him die, too. Too many Grisha lost - she won’t let another one go when she can help.

[fedyur]

@beartsar / stargazing

it was times like this he was extra thankful the kefta were fur-lined and that growing up in ravka as a whole prepared a grisha fairly well for life in a cooler climate.

it didn’t mean that fedyor never got cold however.

he had left a note on ivan’s seat at the dining area earlier today, signaling the other to meet him out in the courtyard of the little palace at 11:00pm, sharp - and at ten minutes til, no more than a walking bundle of blankets, fedyor trudged out into the grass and began, well - nesting - for lack of a better term.

if ivan could have seen him then, the laugh that would have occurred as a result would have rivaled the warmest of sounds. fedyor couldn’t hold back the grin just imagining it.

then suddenly, as if summoned by the very thought of him, a familiar tall form in crimson began making his way across the courtyard. fedyor tugged a blanket over his shoulders, “your timing is impeccable as ever, ivan.”

[ghosttsar-archive]

@beartsar​​

every time you say ‘trust me’, i trust you a little less.

❝ BOLD WORDS FOR A RAVKAN DEFECTOR , ❞ she says , perhaps a little unfairly. She keeps her eyes on the roof about twenty feet in front of them , calculating how much force will be needed to make the crossing. They don’t have a lot of time. ❝ I’ve done this plenty of times before , it will be fine. Just run and jump and trust I can get you across. ❞ She puts a hand on his arm and looks at him firmly. ❝ I promise I’ll keep you safe. Now go ! ❞

( siege &. storm )