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Sofia Valeria Valentina 29 | Ukrainian | First Daughter

[starlets]

Emmy Rossum

[xsofiya-blog]

ronanvludolf:

The best part about Sofiya was that poking her was like irritating a feral animal. There was something about the Ukrainian woman that made Ronan quite convinced she’d been born with a pole stuck up her ass, and her treatment of Tatiana only made the Polish bodyguard sour with distaste for the politician’s heir. If Ronan had to suffer the pain of Sofiya’s presence while he waited on Tatiana, then she’d have to suffer the pain of his presence, too. It was a two for one special in the Ukrainian suites.

“About as long as it took you to resort to calling me a dog, świnia,” Ronan remarked, picking a stress ball up off the coffee table before him and resorting to tossing it between one hand and the other. “What could take up so much of your time on that computer that you can’t even deign to look me in the eye, little spider? Researching how the human heart works won’t help you grow one, I’m afraid.”

He was really enjoying himself, wasn’t he? Sofia couldn’t fathom the levels of sheer idiocy or boredom the Pole must be living with to find baiting her a worthwhile use of his time. She wasn’t better than anyone else, she firmly believed that, but for crying out loud, he was supposed to be a professional. That’s what her father had hired him for, to do a job. Could he not be content with that? Did he really feel the need to insert himself into not only Tatiana’s personal affairs, but Sofia’s as well?

She didn’t bother hiding her eyeroll at his insult. Context was enough to tell her his epithet for her was less than complimentary, and really, she wasn’t surprised. “If you must know, Mister Ludolf, I have many responsibilities as the founder and CEO of a multinational nonprofit. One of those is to ensure that our finances are taken care of in a timely manner, and that they are done correctly. I don’t expect you to understand, not because I doubt your intellectual abilities but because you are not paid to understand me or my life.” She paused, trying to resist stooping further than she already had when insulting him. It didn’t work. She finally spared him a cold glance. “But also, because I doubt your intellectual abilities.”

[xsofiya-blog]

what's the most special thing about you?

“Ovva... I suppose I would have to say my creativity. I’ve always been very artistic, and I’ve channeled that into many works, personal, political, and otherwise. It’s sort of a core element of who I am. Maybe a contender would be my stubbornness? I’ve been told it can be very...   na pershyy plan. At the forefront. I don’t know, I don’t really talk about this sort of stuff often. I guess I more define myself by my achievements than individual traits.”

[xsofiya-blog]

3 people you'd like to get to know better ?

“Oh boy... there’s several! But um, three, just three? @rhiannonofwales definitely. We spoke on New Years and she has a lot of passion for the same sorts of things that I do. I... suppose I should include Tatiana here... but we’re being honest, so I can’t. That’s bad, I know, but I can’t. It’s not the truth. So moving on! I would like to know the Russians a bit better. Probably an unpopular opinion, but I believe @rcmvncv and his family are probably reasonable people who would be good to know. And finally... @ayozulu, I don’t know much about South Africa and the Zulu family as a whole and I would very much like to change that. He seems like a good place to start. But really, so many people, I’ve hardly gotten to talk to anyone new it seems!”

[xsofiya-blog]

what are you looking for in an ideal romantic partner?

“Honesty first. I’ve had enough of lying and hiding things to last me a lifetime. Someone who can meet me head-on intellectually, who isn’t afraid to say what they think and what they feel, and even if we don’t necessarily agree we can still find ways to compromise. Someone who... well, makes me feel safe, understood. Who doesn’t see the frigid bitch that everyone else sees. That sounds really lame, doesn’t it? Well, we’re being honest here, so there you have it. Oh, I suppose also, I don’t mind if they have a little height on me.”

[xsofiya-blog]

would you have sex with ronan

“Perhaps if he were not such a dick, maybe? He’s very pretty. If Tatiana has not already had sex with him, she probably should. He clearly is very interested in her, judging from how seriously he takes his job. No bodyguard I’ve ever known has cared that much about protecting their assigned person unless they have a vested personal interest. But as it is, he’s a... how shall I phrase this? He’s a cocksucking dickhead with the intellectual capacity of a broken spoon. So no. No I would not.”

[celebutanteblog]

EMMY ROSSUM

24th annual Critics’ Choice Awards at Barker Hangar on January 13, 2019 in Santa Monica, California.

[xsofiya-blog]

headcanons for francisco plz & ty!!

5 Headcanons

1: Sofia would always come to Francisco first to bounce ideas off of. Whether it was a new art project or something for her nonprofit, or anything really, he was the first to hear about it because he always had good feedback.

2: Sofia was very cagey when they first started dating, because she had never had a close relationship with a royal before. She felt like she was walking on eggshells for the first few months, even though they had decided to keep things casual, and it took some time for her to relax.

3: Her favorite thing about their relationship was how they could just talk for hours. Francisco is such an easy person to talk to, and when they were alone, they could say anything and everything on their minds. It made her feel so safe, something she was missing in the rest of her life.

4: Sofia doesn’t blush easily, but Francisco made her do it all the time. She still doesn’t know how he did it—some secret magical talent maybe? It was probably just his way with words, but there was a good chance that at any given moment, he was about to make her turn beet red.

5: Despite the casual nature of their relationship, which they established early on, Sofia wonders sometimes if they would have been able to have something deeper and more intimate. At times during the relationship, she thought about broaching the subject, but she always held back. She doesn’t regret anything, but the thought still occurs to her now and then.

@frvncicc

[vntcniv]

“Have you heard the story about my trip to Kyiv when I was twenty-two and relatively broke?” She probably hadn’t — it wasn’t the first one she shared when she got to know people, especially when the person was important. “But the stories requires more than a few empty glasses, join me for a drink, will you?” ( @xsofiya )

[xsofiya-blog]

“I’m pretty certain I haven’t,” Sofia replied, head tilting to one side and her eyes brightening with interest. She was always eager to hear people’s thoughts on her hometown, even though most people’s stories were about their tours of Chernobyl. Not exactly a fun topic. “You really have to ask? After this week, I could use a drink.”

[ronanvludolf]

( &&. @xsofiya )

“I’ve got one for you: why did the Ukrainian break his arm raking leaves?” Ronan began, his feet resting on top of the table before him and his legs crossed at the ankles. He was aimlessly flipping through a magazine the cleaners had left on the coffee table, featuring articles on highlights and hot spots of Oslo, when he’d decided that goading Sofiya would likely prove to be more entertaining. Arguing with Alphonse might have been “poking the bear”, but getting on Sofiya’s bad side was like terrorizing a dragon. “He fell out of the tree.”

Unable to help himself, he laughed, tossing the magazine down on the table and taking a swig of the beer he’d gotten for himself.

[xsofiya-blog]

The life of the First Daughter of Ukraine was one which, by necessity, involved doing things Sofia would rather not do. She’d rather not be around or associated with her father, but here they were. She’d rather not be in the political spotlight thanks to his ambitions and scandals, but here they were. She’d rather not have to inhabit the same hotel as her half-sister and her bodyguard, but... The list went on, now including “spend time with said bodyguard while waiting for Tatiana to return so that Sofia could get back to working on her quarterly review”. Delightful.

The barbed joke was by far one of the least insulting quips she’d ever had to deal with regarding her homeland and her people. Many seemed to think Ukrainians were idiots by default, a miscalculation that she’d used to make her rivals squirm as she proved them sorely mistaken. However, it was aggravating that such an insult would come from her sister’s bodyguard, and her patience had been worn thin lately. Without looking up from her laptop, she replied in a cold tone, “And how long did it take you to think of that one, sobaka?”

[tanechkas]

@xsofiya

She hadn’t seen her older sister for almost a month now, ever since they had run into one another at the Christmas party before Sofia had…promptly disappeared after promising to be gone for only a moment, and as much as she didn’t want to bother Ukraine’s first daughter, Tatiana couldn’t deny that she was anxious to seek her out nevertheless. She was her sister, after all, and as guilty as Tatiana felt about her very existence in Sofia’s life, she had very little family left, and she wanted to try her hardest to get to know the older brunette. All she had learned so far had been from the media - she knew that Sofia was an incredible humanitarian, famed for her acts of activism and the way that she projected her thoughts with such sophisticated eloquence, but aside from that, she didn’t know much about the graceful political figure at all. 

So…here she was now, standing rather pitifully outside of her sister’s door with an eight-layer Russian honey cake that she had made entirely from scratch tied with twine in a simple box held in her hands. It was Alphonse’s words that rang clearly in her mind even as her nervousness threatened to overwhelm her; he didn’t need to be with her to provide her with bravery, and it was Ronan’s description of Sofia as a hot-but-bitchy Cate Blanchett that had the young redhead feeling a little more light-hearted as well. She carried both of them with her right now, in her heart and in her mind. “Sofiyaka?” She spoke in her native Russian tongue instinctively; the absolute last thing that she wanted was to irritate her older sister with her atrocious English. “Are you in?” 

[xsofiya-blog]

Ah, a quiet day at last. No stupid parties, no nosy New Zealand kings, no sister, and for once no work either. Just Sofia and the small stack of books she’d been meaning to get through for half a year. First up, The Neuroscientist Who Lost Her Mind by Barbara Lipska. She’d read the first chapter in a bookstore and bought it immediately... and then promptly had to abandon it when the news about Tatiana broke. Now she could finally finish it. Clad in her coziest sweater and leggings, with a large mug of freshly brewed coffee on the table in front of her, Sofia settled back into the sofa of her suite and opened the book, a soft smile gracing her face for the first time in weeks.

She’d only read two full pages before a knock at the door interrupted her good mood. The smile faltered, shrinking a bit as she looked up at the door, brows furrowed. Really? Whoever it was had atrocious timing. Then a soft voice snuck under the doorjamb, and the remainder of her smile froze in place on instinct. Tatiana. She thought they’d had an understanding, an unspoken agreement to stay out of each other’s ways. She mentally pressed pause on that train of thought; it would only serve to make her more irritated than was warranted. She hasn’t done anything to you, she chided herself as she slid a bookmark in place and closed the book. But her heart still thudded a little louder with anger at the mere thought of Tatia. Sofia took a slow, deep breath in through her nose and let it out through her mouth before standing up. “Coming!” she replied, the Russian flitting off her tongue with ease. She crossed the room, sock-covered feet making barely a sound on the carpet, and opened the door to see Tatia before her holding a box. “Tatiana, this is... unexpected. Come in!” Manners kicked in to override the nasty thoughts tugging at the back of her mind.

[xsofiya-blog]

bastienpons:

“Valentina? The Ukranian artist isn’t it? It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m quite a fan of your more political work” he replied before taking a sip of his drink. Talking about his work has of late wasn’t something he was immensity proud off. Sure it sounded good on paper, and likely to other people for the most part. But Bastien wasn’t one to care much about how he was perceived, and the truth of the matter was that he didn’t do much under Mimi’s employment. Hell, he had managed a 3-month ‘vacation’ after all. “I’m part of the staff of her royal highness Princess Dominique of Monaco.” his voice was monotone for the answer but he would be damned if he wouldn’t at least try to sound professional while talking about his employer. “Royals, as I came to find prefer to work wearing incredibly uncomfortable clothes” If he wanted to be truthful he really should add, that the girl preferred to work with drinks around - but there’s ever hardly any truth in politics.

It was always nice to be recognized for her own accomplishments rather than the reputation of her father. “It is! Thank you very much, it’s good to hear that there are some people who enjoy it. I’ve been working on a few things lately that I hope will go over well.” She didn’t add that they were also not-so-subtle digs at her father—much of her art in the last year had been, after all. Sofia blinked, trying to call an image of the princess in question. She vaguely recalled pictures of flawless blonde hair and a regal pose. “That’s an impressive post! I’m sure she’s very lucky to have you on her staff.” She leaned in a little and smirked. “Anyone who can put up with the whims of royals has to have the patience of a saint.”

[ikaiaraharuhi]

@xsofiya

“Now,” Voice low, thick eyebrow raised. “What’s a babe like you doing all alone on New Years, eh?”

[xsofiya-blog]

Oh god, not this again. She forced her face to remain a smooth, cold mask as she turned and stared up at the looming figure of the New Zealander. “Trying to stay out of the way of human hurricanes.” She blinked, wishing she hadn’t finished her last glass of champagne so that she had something to take the edge off right now. Hot or not, she didn’t take well to his attitude. “I take it you’re enjoying yourself tonight, your majesty?”

[yasfashionrealness]

Emmy Rossum in Monique Lhuillier.

[xsofiya-blog]

rhiannonofwales:

“Right? Then you wouldn’t be lying awake at night thinking of something awkward you did when you were fifteen,” Rhiannon said with a laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Second-hand embarrassment isn’t an uncommon thing. Especially when the situation is extremely relatable.” Rhiannon couldn’t help but smile at Sofia’s excitement. And honestly, she was excited too. Not too many people gave her a chance because they thought her to be incapable and unintelligent, which wasn’t the case at all. “Absolutely. Just let me know when you’re free. Here, put your number in my phone,” she said, handing it to Sofia. She didn’t like having anyone contact her through her private secretary. It was too complicated. “It’s working out well. It’s such an important issue that tends to get overlooked. So many people don’t get the help that they need, too.”

Sofia grimaced and laughed, shaking her head. “That’s the worst. And then you dream about the thing you did, or what you said, and it’s a million times worse because your sleeping brain adds in things... Ugh. I’d rather not.” She breathed a small sigh of relief, thinking of all the friends who’d made fun of her second-hand embarrassment over the years. It was a relief to know she wasn’t an odd duck out. She took the phone eagerly and added herself as a new contact, smiling brightly the whole time before handing it back. “That’s really very kind of you. You’d be surprised how few people are so willing to actually talk about this sort of stuff.” She listened carefully, nodding along and thinking about all the roadblocks she’d encountered around mental health protections at home. “Good! That’s amazing. It’s good to know someone actually cares about trying to do something. Another thing so few people want to talk about. The world’s already going up in flames, the least we can do is help each other.”

[womenwearingsuitsandblazers]

[xsofiya-blog]

rhiannonofwales:

“I guess it was, but I honestly don’t remember most of it.” Rhiannon had a history of doing some questionable things, but lately, she was attempting to clean up her act. “Oh, that’s excellent. Best of luck with that. If you need help, I’d be happy to chip in,” she said with a smile. Nonprofits were something that were near and dear to her heart. “I don’t have much planned. I usually just roll with the punches. Although, I am working on a mental health initiative.”

“Maybe that’s for the best. I know there’s a lot of things I’ve done that I wish I could forget; I feel like it would make things easier,” Sofia mused, not unkindly. “But I’ve been told I have... what’s the best way to put it? I’m too easily embarrassed? I walk out during some movies because the second-hand embarrassment makes me cringe so hard.” Her eyes lit up and she stood a little straighter, her smile widening. “That would be fantastic! I’d love to talk more about it sometime. Maybe not tonight, of course. But soon.” Her drink was entirely forgotten as she faced the woman fully, totally engrossed. “Really? That’s fantastic! I wish more people would focus on policy like that. I’ve been trying to get my father to draft legislation on it for years. How is it working out for you so far?”