#hyprnovae

[victorycasualty]

@hyprnovae​ liked for a starter ( for alina ) !!

“ i wear it because i like it. did you know grisha with red keftas & grey embroidery are targets on and off the battlefield, since we are the medics? it is a strategic decision on my part. ” of course she’d be criticised if any of the other grisha found out she was going around without kefta, hanging around the first army and healing them left and right instead of sticking to healing her own first. but there were plenty other healers around to do so, therefore luda didn’t pay much mind to criticism of others. “ in war, one must be creative. such as wearing a first army nurse uniform. ”

[noblehcart]

@hyprnovae: Ireena & Diana B.ishop

“My name is Ireena Kolya.na.” 

It was a phrase she had said thousands of times now. She said it in the bathroom mirror ever morning and night. She whispered it when she looked at her bracelet with her name etched on it and she screamed it back at the other soul that resided in her mind trying to confuse her. My name is Tatyana. Auburn strands of hair fell messily around her features as she stepped closer to the other side of the table where the familiar woman stood. 

She had bumped into her two days ago outside the market. The memory was vivid because it burned. It felt like a spotlight had been turned on her and she had been seen. Actually seen. 

“You were in the market square. I accidentally ran into you; I’m sorry.” She added as her arms wrapped tighter around the stack of books she had clutched against her. Books she was determined to copy or steal if need be. It was hard to find mentions of Barovia in any text as the land was known by so many different names now as it had been centuries since the time of Count Zarovich’s reign, but she had to keep searching somehow. Which is what brought her here. 

To find this young woman across from her. “Small world, right?”

[killshope]

                & tai        ,          @hyprnovae​ .

 “you know, i can hear your breathing from a mile away.” ben teases when tai approaches, silently - light footed as ever - while ben meditates . he grins , teasing . ben could always sense tai , he stops floating in place and slowly goes backwards until he’s upside down smiling back at tai as he floats , floppy hair hanging down exposing large ears .

[captainstevertrevor]

@hyprnovae

Continued from here

Thunder rumbled as Steve and Diana sat stranded in out in the middle of no where. It made him shudder, knowing that there was nothing they could do to alleviate their problem. And yet, Diana seemed almost amused as as lighting fleshed across the night sky. 

“A friend?” Steve asked. “What do you mean?”

[noblehcart]

btw its an official hc here that in @hyprnovae/ @sheresists au with gleb that he fights a LITERAL bear in poland. and its just the greatest ok.

[noblehcart]

@hyprnovae​

“Papers.” 

“Good evening gentlemen. Is there a problem?”

“We’re looking for someone who is illegally leaving the country.”

“You needn’t worry yourself with them. They have the right papers.”

Executions were more often than not a messy thing and had always been one of the dreaded aspects of his work. He was only grateful that it was always handled by someone else. This time however he wished it had been anywhere but here. Messy. Sudden and so public. The echo was a familiar sound, a familiar gun he had used himself once a few years back before switching out to something else lighter and faster. It had been a last moment decision to climb aboard the train after receiving the tip about fugitives slipping from the country. A glimpse of her coat and hair as she rounded the corner of the door frame to a cabin was all it took for him to be sure of his decision. His job did have its perks at times and a flash of papers was all it took to be allowed in and to find a seat. Careful to keep his overcoat on throughout the trip so far he quietly watched from a distance as the trio kept their distance to a cabin till he heard the discord from other cabins and officers about a tip of illegal immigration. 

Of course, was the quietly sighed thought, that it would have to occur now. Shifting off his coat to drape on one arm as he reached for his paper work he quickly moved to their cabin in order to narrowly dismiss the questioning officers. Rank had its merits. The gunshot echo lingered in the air. Rank had its merits until it expired at least. There was a quiet mourning for a life lost, but he knew better than to think of the logistics of the fact that the man had committed a crime. In the very least Count Ipolitov should have left years ago before restrictions had tightened and led to this finality. Now he had his own criminals to contend with and his disappointment that this girl had been so quickly led astray, he wasn’t sure whether to blame her idealistic romanticism of the old age concept of royals or to cast the crime more so on the two men she was traveling with. All he could manage to say was this.

“I really had hoped you would leave behind this game of make believe Anya.”

[noblehcart]

Drabble: in which ireena flees barovia Authors note: cause who doesn't love an escape scene? @hyprnovae

Three days. Two nights. Six bodies.

Blood and death were all that she seemed to wear as the young woman stumbled running though country side before diving into the cover of the woods. The small voice in her head told her there was no where in Barovia that she could hide that would escape his gaze or his mist. The cloud of darkness that haunted the corners of her vision and the nightmares that tortured her at night.

The voices of her dead friends swearing to protect her.

'-you're safe. we won't let strahd take you.'

'he hasn't the slightest idea what he's up against'

' are you kidding? he hasn't got a clue about my moves!'

bright, careful and clever faces. dead. every single one of them, one by one at the hands of by what she knew to be strahd's minions. those he would puppeteer and manipulate. those sworn to his service for any means of reward. ravenloft loomed in her mind like terrifying creature watching to take her inside by any means and the handsome deathly figure at its parapet a reminder of what her future would be. death. life as another girl by another name. tatyana. she could still hear her voice echoing in her mind that no matter how far she ran that she'd never escape strahd's grasp.

- but she had to try.

the six deaths couldn't be in vain. she couldn't give up just yet. not as she tumbled through the forest, tripping over tree roots that seemed in her mind's eye set to drag her back though she knew the trees themselves couldn't be influenced....could they? would they whisper her whereabouts as a dark mist swirled overhead. it didn't matter as she ran. she had to try. better a death fighting than given up and given in.

by day she ran, by night her fingers and feet bled as she scrabbled her way up the thickest highest tree away from threatening wolves that had nearly dragged her back to a clearing were it not for a branch as a weapon. she missed ismark those nights. how she'd climb trees as a little girl and how he'd be at the bottom ready to catch her. her father's laughter in the distance. they were dead too now.

one sunrise one more chance now as she raced for the border. thick mists loomed as far as the eye could see as it shifted and breathed like a living being acting as sentinel to barovia. cursed land of the damned. she watched as it rippled and settled like water. tentative hands pressed flat against it like pressing to a wall though she found it softer where the ripples resounded. fingers reached to clench her amulet. one of her friends had given it to her saying it was blessed by the morning lord. that it would protect her.

'be with me.' she prayed aloud, pressing a kiss to the amulet before throwing herself into the largest ripple that appeared and found herself surrounded by cascading thick mist absent of all air yet seemingly dragging her back. fingers clawed at the ground she had handed on when one hand felt lighter. free. pull after pull she felt her other hand and arm breach through till her chest burned and eyes stung blinded till completely pulling herself through. the mists shifted as she emerged. the mist turning to crystal fragments hanging in air like a forest of glittering but passable onyx. choking on the rush of clear air she turned over onto her back staring at the crystalized wall wheezing before crawling backwards more then lying there as she tried to recognize the new feeling. hope.

the weight of barovia was gone. the piercing eyes of the land were gone. he that was and is the land, strahd, his presence was gone. all the could hear and feel were the lightness. the creatures of the wood before her and the soft wind that whispered a newfound freedom. it was the ripple across the ebony crystal wall that told her not to be deceived.

a border would not stop strahd from finding his prey. not now. not ever.

but somehow the name wallachia meant something more. there were long told rumors of an equal measure of danger in its neighboring kingdom. a threat to strahd himself. ireena could only hope as she staggered to her feet that it was means enough to temporarily keep strahd at bay. till then she kept walking forward, much more slowly and much less fearfully than before. she feared a new set or rules and precautions, but so long as it was nothing like where she came from she didn't care. for the moment she was free. strahd couldn't and wouldn't come close so long as she was in his rival's kingdom...not till he had devised a plan of attack.

[noblehcart]

[  comfort  ]  dmitry  comforts  anya  when  she's  upset  /  crying 🥺

@hyprnovae

"i keep hearing screaming. horrible screaming and i can't stop it-"

she had woken him again. every night was different, but the same. there were some blissful nights where her sleep was dark and empty for a few hours before the dreams began again. gunshots and horrific screaming. pleading in a crowded thick room she couldn't find her way out of. sometimes she'd wake herself up with her own screams and sobs, but lately it had been dmitry. his calloused hands gripping her arms brought her back down to reality reminding her that it was a dream. she was alive. the screams had stopped and silence hung around them outside of her own ragged breathing. still tears blurred her vision as she tried to compose herself and try to get a hold of her emotions. emotions and feelings she had for people she didn't know or remember. agony for those gone that she didn't know were missing.

"i'm sorry. " she choked pulling herself from his hands as she rubbed at her wet eyes while chest continued to heave in gasps. "i don't know why i dream those horrible things. i don't know how to make it stop. i don't understand-"