on this blog ill mainly repost someone else's stuff, from art to fanfiction, and sometimes post my own things.
I've created my tumblr account to watch how my drawings slowly improve, and I'm still doing that, but it turned out that being here can be a lot of fun. so yeah, there's gonna be a lot of junk here.
im russian with a skillset in english language of a 9th grader, so sometimes I form my sentences weird.
and not to get soft on y'all, but I love making friends and maybe make stuff together, so if for some reason you would want to ask me anything, I would be ever so happy.
the main tags I'm using on this blog are hidden in the tags for this post below.
today I turned off my headphones to be able to listen to the sounds of a nice summer rain and thunder that was ripping sky apart somewhere far away in the clouds. looking outside of my window to see birds darting around, not bothered by the drizzle, I noticed four girls running around on the grass-covered playground, hugging each other and enjoying the rain. I enjoy the rain too.
thanks a bunch for the tag @ifuhaveghost, even though I reblogged you, I'll still tag you here!
I admit that for a few of those I picked the second picture, and not the first - but for the majority it is kinda my vibe. fully haven't ever watched "psycho gothic lolita", but sounds like a vibe.
"search each prompt in pinterest and use the first pic that cones up! animal, aesthetic, background, character, food, show, movie"
no pressure tags: @hyperfixationsgobrr @yudol-skorbi @mumbito
"Holy shit," the whisper tightly scraped her tired throat, and her trembling fingers awkwardly buried themselves in her own face. She tried to rub her palm, and then her wrist across the blood-spattered face, but she only smeared everything further across the skin.
Zoi still kept her gaze fixed on the door directly in front of her that was slightly ajar.
It had loudly smashed into the bluish, polished mountain stone with a heavy thud a mere moments ago, and the wood trembled and sang, spitting outside a mangled human body. Zoi lost her balance then, colliding with the opposite wall with her shoulder, slowly sliding down onto the icy stone floor. Her shirt was constricting her lungs, and the southerness had to force air through her whistling nose. A few drops of blood fell to the floor as she leaned forward, clumsily touching her chest. The Will still pounded in her temples, and her hands trembled restlessly, clutching at the air as a pool of thick, dark blood slowly spread from the open doorway in front of her.
Zoi, unable to contain herself, let out a strangled sob. Her dry hair fell over her face as she struggled to handle her knife, trying to put it back in the tight hidden sheath in her boot. She hadn't used this blade in a long time, but in the right moment she reached for it without even thinking. Instinct was one thing that was impossible to forget.
She froze for a moment, pressing her hot palms against the floor, docilely feeling the anger slowly creeping up her throat. Her teeth itched, and she howled, slamming her fist into the stone, watching as more and more scarlet drops appeared on it. Her joints cramped and froze, but despite the buzzing throughout her body and the familiar hiss of fresh cuts on it, Zoi rose. Breathing was still difficult, and she had to press her knuckles to her heart, pressing hard against the hollows of her bones, and will herself to calm down. She had to drag herself to the busy corridors on her own.
It was utterly stupid to beg Thorin to let her manage all of those negotiations on her own. She’ll have to chew her tongue in her mouth, with a silent groan admitting that the dwarf had been right all along. Fuck, how embarrassing. Zoi's elbow gave in to a weighty sense of conscience, and she clumsily collided with the wall. Finding her balance, she then slammed her skull against the wall, once, then twice—feeding the seething anger in her lungs, grasping at the open maw of the beast and clenching its crunching teeth to force them to break against its jaw.
She should’ve agreed to talk with everyone in the main hall, the woman thought, falling to the floor again, not having taken ten steps down this hollow corridor. She should’ve listened to the people who are smarter, to simply step back and think about the consequences of her actions. But just the thought of willingly entering the room with Fili existing in it simply drove her mad. Even now, with a nasty cut on her arm, which was constantly oozing out sticky blood, the red cloth weighing heavily on her sleeve, and with her nose twisted –- it was better than sitting across from him at the table, trying to focus on someone else's words and hastily translating them into common speech, while simultaneously discussing serious matters on which many lives depended on. Squinting at the sun sitting opposite her and juggling everything else seemed like torture. And this wasn't the first time her nose had been broken, after all.
The logic stole back the reins for a moment only, allowing Zoi to finally inhale sharply, her lungs screeching, when the heavy feeling of shame washed over her with a second wave, completely hiding her underwater. They trusted her, allowed her to do things her way, and now they will find her in front of a pool of blood, like a wild animal, unable even to breathe through her stuffed nose.
The girl curled into herself, hissing through the pain of her taut cuts, realizing she had been sobbing like a small child. Hiccupping through snot, tears, and blood, Zoe choked, sinking to the bottom. Her hair and eyelashes irritatingly got into her eyes, and she bit down at the pain, tugging at her hair, silently praying that the mountain would take pity on her and part the rock that she laid on, swallowing the trembling animal into some endless cave, so deep, please, just allow the nature twist on herself—so endlessly deep that even miners wouldn't be able to dig up her remains.
Her pounding head, that was still roaring after the impact with the stone, and heavy, tear-drying cries, swayed to the side. Lost in her swarming thoughts and the dancing dots before her eyes, Zoi felt as if the stone trembled and actually yielded to her prayers. The girl was so heartbreakingly overjoyed, letting out a high, joyful whisper. But through her hysteria, she simply couldn't hear the stomping of heavy dwarven boots, and suddenly jumped, spinning around at the touch of a hand on her back, unraveling like a taut spring.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm alive," Zoi spat out blood, rubbing her eyes, pressing her back against the wall, and slapping her chest in frustration. Her head was simply splitting in half, she suddenly realized as she leaped up so abruptly.
Her vision darkened. Fili, cursed by the Wind to find her without a problem even in the most forgotten caves of Erebor, tightly clutched her in his arms. Her twisted nose buried itself in his blond mane, and the southerness went limp in his arms, slowly beginning to come to her senses.
Dwalin was sent to the bloody site of the scene, Thorin was informed of the incident, and Oin was quickly stitching up another future scar on her dark skin, grumbling that the girl had set her nose straight with her own hands. Fili took her testimony while Zoi blew clots of blood into her handkerchief, but remained mostly silent, only sadly observing her exhausted expression: those foreign ambassadors had been obedient and quiet, engaging in conversation until they were sure they truly weren't going to be disturbed and checked upon by anyone else. Zoi missed a couple of blows, but bared her fangs the moment her knife appeared in her hands. They hadn't even suspected they'd locked themselves in the room with a mercenary.
The memories of bursting vocal cords and wheezing, torn lungs reached Zoi as she curled up on the soft, endless bed—it was closer to Fili's chambers, and she physically lacked the strength for attempts to resist. The dwarf had to push her up the stairs, holding her elbow as she stumbled.
"Why did they attack you?" Fili sat, lost, on the edge of the furs, his hands folded on his legs and were restlessly playing with his rings. His eyes kept darting over her tangled hair and the bandages visible through her shirt. Left her by herself.
"Because I'm a traitor," the girl slurred the words, burying her face in the mattress.
That was all she could muster. Zoi rolled onto her side in her sleep, resting her head on her folded arms and snoring heavily through her uneven nose. The dwarf paused for a moment, thoughtfully tugging at the jewelry and placing it back on his fingers. Smoothing his pants, he tried to carefully place a pillow under her head, covering her with one of the woven blankets. She relaxed under the heaviness of the blanket, stretching her long limbs out, and Fili allowed himself to smile for the first time.
Thoughts of Zoi, locked in a distant room and unable to react in time, swirled around in his mind for a long, long time while he struggled to fall asleep on the sofa in his vast rooms.
hey I don't really like doing straight-text posts, but I didn't want to crowd my stuff with long paragraphs underneath it, so - yeah, i got back my account after it got blocked.
i kinda was completely certain all of this was gone-gone, so i was kinda in mourning for a few days. but now, after all of this is finally here again, i can say with certainty that - first, I've missed all this and all of you, and second - that i've collected some sketches and drabbles overe these weeks, so im gonna post vomit a little bit.
and the other reason for my rise in activity is that i've recently twisted my ankle pretty badly, like a moron, so between hopping on one leg from room to another, I've got nothing to do. so yeah, we cringe until we die. late happy pride month, late congratulations on the start of the summer.
