#mykyta

[lascitasdelashoras]

Mykyta K, en Flickr - Portuguese cafe, Geneva

[coyotetaiil]

″ don't even think about coming back ″

⁏⁏ character(s): mykyta zhleyaskova ⁏⁏ inspiration: i can't get high by royal & the serpent ⁏⁏ tw: suicide attempt, smoking, car crash

" cruisin' at 100,

it doesn't even feel that fast. "

God fucking damnit.

Of course my mom's upset at me. Again. I did nothing. All I did was tell her I didn't want to be in a picture with my stupid fucking sister. And I can still hear her angrily mumbling in the kitchen.

I'm so fucking done with this stupid house. And you know what? Maybe what she said about me is true. She's right. I should be dead by now. She even wished I was.

I slammed my door and sank onto my bed, shoving my head into my hands. What was wrong with me? With her? With this stupid fucking family?

Why was my sister the point of all attention? And what was so wrong about me that my mom had to remind me how much she wished I was dead?

I grabbed a pack of cigarettes from my drawer. My mom didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but she never liked me anyways, so it's whatever if I do one more thing that she despises.

I lit one, and brought it to my mouth. The smoke filled my lungs and my head felt light after a bit.

You know what. Maybe I should just take care of the work myself. So my mom won't have to kill me. I'll just do it myself.

I'll fulfill the wish she's prayed for since I was 7.

I got up and yanked an old Lidl bag from the corners of my room, and dumped all of my personal things into it. The bag crinkled under the weight, and I headed outside my room.

As soon as I came downstairs, I spotted my mother and she immediately locked eyes with me, and an angry scowl painted onto her face.

"And where do you think you're going, brat?"

"Somewhere you'll never see me again." I hissed, yanking the car keys from the table.

"If you're going out that door, don't think you're coming back i-"

I slammed the door. Yeah, right. As if I was planning to come back to that shithole.

I forced my mom's car door open, threw the bag into the backseat, and got inside the driver's seat. Sure, I had no license, but who gave a fuck? It wasn't like I'd be alive for prison to take me. I lit another cigarette, throwing my other one out the window, and shoved the keys into the ignition. The engine roared to life as I turned the keys and I pushed my foot onto the gas pedal. The car turned out of the driveway and began driving down the neighborhood.

My plan? Well. There was a highway not too far from my neighborhood. That highway will be the last thing that sees me.

I never cared about my life, anyway. If my mom wanted me dead so much as she says, which happens to be every fucking time I did something wrong, then so be it. So I'll steal her car and crash it into the water.

Turning out of the street, I pushed down on the gas pedal harder, the speedometer's pointer slowly reaching over to 200. It didn't even feel that fast. My thoughts were blank, set on my objective. I swerved onto the highway and-

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What am I doing? Why am I doing this?

There was a sudden spike of anxiety in my chest. What was happening? I- I just wanted to- Fuck. I slammed my foot onto the brakes, but the car didn't stop. Shit. Fuck. Mom did say she never got the brakes fixed on this thing.

I watched the guard rails came closer and closer. My adrenaline spiked as I jerked to the left, desperately trying to not hit them. I failed as the front of the car smashed into the guard rail, and everything went black.

[noircartoons]

Them

[ask-badly-drawn-vladimir]

What about the other handlers? Can we ask them too? c:

"Yes!!! Feel free to ask any of the handlers any questions! We'll be happy to answer!"

" by the way I'm Mykyta! Mykyta Kovalenko, pleasure to meet you! ;]"

[ask-thejokers]

(Ship In Port Event)

*Mykyta has returned to his ship after getting trading in the Heartian Ports. Barrels of mead, wines and grains along with treasures and artifacts from years gone by were sold by the pirate and he made a large profit. Now in the Captain's quarters, Mykyta relaxed into his padded chair, ready to take a break. As he lifted his feet to rest on his desk, he noticed a strange letter on his desk. The ink of it was a tad smudged, so it was even harder to process the lettering. However, if it's on Mykyta's desk, it must be assigned to him, right?*

Mykyta picks up the letter. he stares at the smudged cursive wondering how this even ended up on his desk. he flips the letter over to get a better look at the Wax Seal, to perhaps get an idea of where it came from.

Once he sees the seal he can only stare at it in disbelief. it's from Spades, and it has the Royal seal. he gets up from his chair, and makes his way out of the Captain's Quarters and to the deck.

with the letter in hand, Mykyta loudly announces to the crew that they're going to Spades.

[random-lildoodles]

"and it was at that moment Mykyta realized, he had fallen in love with a human."

[shu-dzhoker]

So far I'm making a Mykyta costume and this is how it's goin'.

I'm real proud of it so far! the only thing that's left is replacing the brown sash with some black or blue satin fabric, and getting some gold hoop earrings.

[weirdlandtv]

Illustrations by Sergey Artyushenko for a 1984 edition of popular Ukrainian tale, THE FOX MYKYTA; and, framing those, two from a 1988 fairy tale book.