#velichie

[defiantambiguity-blog]

He [Alfred] was so brave, he only died when The Entirety of Russia kissed him

El @velichie, 2k17

[terrifiesall]

@velichie

“This is getting exciting now. I talk to America and Russia follows.  What can I do for you?”

[materinskiy]

ivan.   ( @velichie )

     ‘ —- And to no avail, I would imagine. No one likes the truth, obviously. I might be here to just remind you of that. ’

          ❝ you say might as if you are unsure.                          --- are you asking me to keep my mouth shut? ❞

[sokrovennyi]

velichie replied to your post: Hey, what currency do they use in outer space?...

by that logic, in Russia it’s Tsarbucks #too soon

     Petition to change Russian currency from RUB to Tsarbucks

[sokrovennyi]

▲ category: roleplay / go wild~

Send ▲ for an unpopular opinion.

Unpopular Opinion #90: Roleplay

     I hate when people put more time into aesthetics than actually writing. Formatting your posts to look amazing doesn’t change the quality or quantity of what you’ve written, even if it’s formatted to LOOK like there’s more than there actually is. Roleplaying is about the writing and characterisation, not about how nice your posts look. I feel a lot of the time people sacrifice quality of their replies for ‘aesthetics’ or what have you. Not that you can’t have both—sure I enjoy formatting and sometimes do it more heavily on certain threads over others—but make sure to keep that balance. 

     Also I hate purple prose because that shit is near unreadable and there’s no point to it. I don’t understand why it’s so highly praised as #writinggoals here on tumblr——novels aren’t written like that, why roleplays? One shouldn’t need a thesaurus to decipher the mess that is the reply, no matter how nice it might sound. 23 words to describe the colour of a character’s skin and the fact that they blinked is excessive. Sorry.

[sokrovennyi]

A very important message from myself and @velichie:

                         ------PLEASE READ THIS.

[drevniyaga-blog]

                . * ･✧⤛⧽ velichie liked for a starter

                It was no way for anyone to die. To be gathered together like farm animals and slaughtered in the night. It was her domain, and she had heard the shots even as far as the Thrice-Tenth Kingdom, echoing through the dark outside her house. She had watched them all put the bodies in the truck, drive them to the first sight to desecrate their bodies, to bury them and dig them up and bury them again, only to take them back to the road as a final insult. When morning broke, they had left, and so had she until the following night, standing at the mess of mud and dirt in her black fur coat, a lantern-skull on a stick stuck into the ground next to her for light, and her mortar and pestle idly drifting on her other side.                 ”I warned you, Kolya, you should’ve fled when you had the chance,” she said, taking a drag from a cigarette. There was work to be done before she went to Buyan to meet the new bride. Under the cover of darkness she could do her work without spies, dead or otherewise, or so she thought.                 “Don’t dither about in the dark like a coward, Ivan, I know you’re there,” she spoke, turning back cast a glare over her shoulder. “Are you leave me to do the heavy lifting, comrade?"

[hemoveswithaswagger]

' My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet. I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. '

@velichie 

        Though Anatole hated to call himself stupid or unintelligent, such moments as this did leave him uncertain at least as to his level of intellect. “Have you tried wine and a good night’s sleep?” The suggestion came e a s y to him — ‘twas precisely what Anatole did any time he felt poorly. And he was fairly sure that poor-feeling was what this strange man was getting at. Of course, Anatole’s suggestion failed to tell the whole story, as his bad days ended in absolute drunkenness and at least one sexual encounter, not just 'wine and sleep’.         “Alternatively, you can certainly try me. I help with feeling, I have wine, money, friends, and my body.” Encouragement and hope danced in his eyes.