#moisovrenyi

[korolnichevoya]

nikolai vc: i’m calling a morozova meeting. both of you in here now / / @moisovrenyi​ @madraya​

[fbiartist]

( ft. @writinghannibal, @la-mangouste, @pistolslinger, @youareawarrior, @brighterrors, @klarsynt, @denieddeath, @baugenius, @bauresurrected, @bulletsoverbensonhurst, @snipesaw, @moisovrenyi, @caestillo, @deceptivemorals​ ) mutuals may reblog.

[livingprophecy]

these are also me responding to birthday messages almost two weeks late so under the cut is everyone and i just want to say thank you so much, this year’s birthday was actually the best i’ve had in maybe a decade and like, i am so glad to have everyone here in my life that makes me feel this good on a regular basis too. i love you all <3

@moisovrenyi​​ ,  @unexceptional​​ ,  @enastrcs​​ ,  @shesdaylight​​ ,  @otherwoofs​​  thank you all for the birthday wishes and i love you guys lots !!! you’re the bestest <33333

[hiddensteel]

@moisovrenyi​​  said             ( sms ) : i got a code red situation.

s e n t   ≫   MR. MOROZOVA          how can i help? s e n t   ≫   MR. MOROZOVA          and one question s e n t   ≫   MR. MOROZOVA          did you... cause the code red situation??

texting prompts

[ignietsanguine-arch]

starter bc i can // @moisovrenyi​

Her mother had told her many stories about her father; about his strength and ideals and his love for her. She had told her about the way they had danced in the moonlight and fought together to protect their people. And how she had named their daughter after him, for when she was born, she had her father’s dark eyes and her mother’s white hair.

Sasha simply stares at the man who looks so much like the father her mother had described to her, and for a moment, she wonders if she’s mistake. But then she feels the gently tug behind her ribs, where shadows rest. She has never seen Aleksander Morozova before, but she knows this man who seems to be enveloped by darkness is her father.

Behind her, Viserion growls, low and dangerous, but a simple gesture of her hand settles the beast. She is his rider and he will obey her, even if he does not like it. Slowly, she steps forward, the wind playing with silver hair that escapes her braid. Nearly black eyes find her father’s matching ones.

“Do you know who I am?”

[beblade-a]

sasha vc : *SCREAMS IN MALS EAR* ( hello he's feeling chaotic today )

mal wants sasha to know he's not invited to any more of his birthday parties ://

[victorycasualty]

@moisovrenyi​ liked for a shippy starter !!

she couldn’t help but smile, a soft chuckle as she reluctantly broke their kiss. or rather, one of the many for it seemed he was trying to cut off her words the minute he sensed she might bing up leaving. “ sasha, you stop that! i really do have to get back soon. they’re gonna wonder where i am. ” she’d snuck away with him for what was supposed to be a minute at most, with hardly any time for more with so many people around. luda was hardly complaining but people really would start looking around if they’d remain here any longer. “ what if someone sees us? we’ll be in trouble. ”

[lantsovheir]

@moisovrenyi ❤️’d

sometimes he wondered if the darkling just... liked to hear himself talk, what with the way he just goes on and on--. vasily stopped paying attention after he started on about the end of the lantsov dynasty. he was still here. and, as far as he knew ( hoped ), his parents and brother was still alive. so all the darkling had done was... kidnap the crown prince and become a usurper to the ravkan throne. and so here vasily was, stuck listening to him talk.

it would have been easier if he'd just let him die. at least then he would feel like he owned him something for saving him. he lets out a sigh, a little louder than he thought, since suddenly all eyes, including the darkling, was on him. "my apologizes, suppose i was thinking too loudly." he gives a strained smile. maybe they'll let him go back to his room.