TRAUMA-REPORT: a selective & independent portrayal of a russian special forces soldier named JAKOW CHERNYKH
❝ You have a talent, Jakow. One, not even your own teammates in your unit can possess. You don't ask questions, instead you're doing what's necessary and that makes you a good soldier. A highly skilled spetsnaz for the russian federation, for your motherland. If I blink I expect you to follow, if I say "kill" you will do so. You will serve your country at all costs, even if you'll lose your soul while doing it. ❞ ⸻ STANISLAV NAZAROV, GENERAL-MAYOR OF THE RUSSIAN GRU
( . . . ) born in kazakhstan Jakow (mostly called Jascha by his friends and comrades) moved back to his fathers motherland russia when he was about 8 years old. Due to recent events that happened in his hometown Atyrau he wanted to be a soldier since the day he left. But he learned soon enough that being a spetsnaz for the russian military secret service GRU [Главное разведывательное управление] doesn't necessarily mean to just protect the ones you love, but also to become a monster every enemy fears. While being in the field he's got the will to kill without any hestitation, but back in civil life he tries to calm down his inner monster with partying and a lot of alcohol, so he's able to sleep at night.
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info: selective, independent; 21+, mutuals only; german and english (although german ist preferred); activity varies; multiship friendly + I do not under any circumstances sympathize with current political events and actions of the real-world-russia. This is a roleplay character which disputes critically russian military/military structures in general and its consequences.
edits by @sonnenreich (you little piece of f****ing talent)
Astarion would wake up do his usual routine & Tav just pops out of nowhere & stares at him for a while before saying "Your hair got longer" Astarion looks at "Tav" like they have two heads only for tav to finish with "it suits you i like it" Astarion is flustered
I know its long but i know you can make this silly hc into a master piece
“Is there a reason you are staring at me, my love?”
Astarion's eyes didn’t lift from his book as he spoke, long fingers slowly turning a new page as his gaze shifted along the text. You sat up a little straighter at his words, lifting your head from the hand that had been propped up at the elbow on the kitchen table.
As always, the elf sat just far enough in the shadows of your small home that he was not at risk from the sunlight that came streaming through the window, but close enough that he could still peer out when he wanted to, watching the city outside bustle to and fro. His armchair was already well-worn from the hours he spent there reading and observing.
“Your hair is getting longer.” You stated simply, head tilting a little and eyes narrowing ever so slightly as you focused more closely on the way the gentle curls now almost entirely covered his ears so that just the pointed tips stuck out from the mass of white.
In a moment, he stilled, eyes stopping dead on the page and his fingers halting their movements. The red orbs widened and flicked to you, his head slowly lifting as he took in your features, trying to read your puzzled expression as you admired the way his mass of curls still glowed even in the very faint echoes of sunlight that bounced around the room. From the dark corner he curled up in, his red eyes were almost piercing.
His lips twitched downwards a little as if he was going to say something before they closed again. It was very rare that Astarion was speechless, but as his fingers subtly moved up to brush the soft hair at the nape of his neck, his brow furrowed, his lips remaining tight shut.
“I like it. It’s cute.” His features immediately went slack as you spoke up again, his mouth hanging agape a little. You couldn’t help but laugh as he shut his book with a huff, snapping the pages closed and tossing the book to the side table beside the carafe of blood he had been slowly sipping his way through all afternoon. With a huff, he sat further back into his chair.
“Cute?” he repeated incredulously as if his cheeks weren’t flushing the slightest hues of red as you positively giggled. “A vampire is not cute.”
“Hmm, of course not,” you nodded as you stood up, making your way over to him. With his book out of the way and him trapped in his corner by the sunlight, you were able to nestle yourself down onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck so that your fingers could nestle themselves in the thick silver locks. He resisted for a moment, his hands remaining firmly on the arms of his chair as he watched you. When your fingers grazed the shell of his ear as you tucked a few stray curls behind it, however, he sighed, hands instinctively resting on your hips.
“Well they are very handsome then, how’s that?” you smiled as he continued to flush, eyes making an effort to avoid yours as he shied away from the praise. “Endearing? Adorable? Sexy?” you hummed while you continued to play with them.
“Yes, yes, love, I think that's enough.”
Bonus:
"I'm being serious, my love, I can't cut this on my own. I really am asking for your help."
"But why do you finally have to accept my help with things when it comes to cutting your curls?"
"Because I can't see!"
"Clearly. If you could, you would see the curls need to stay."
"Don't make me ask the cleric."
"...Fine. Now give me those scissors before you take my eye out."
PATRIMOINE | Construction d'une « cathédrale » avec les techniques du Moyen Âge en Gironde ➽ https://tinyurl.com/Chantier-Medieval-Guyenne
Construire près de Bordeaux une chapelle romane, un cloître puis un édifice gothique de type cathédrale, avec les techniques du Moyen Âge, le tout en quarante ans, c’est le pari « fou » d’une association qui mise sur la dimension sociale du projet
