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Forest witchy vibes with an ooak Baba Yaga sweater and Mucha leggings 🌲🦉
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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!
NAME: alexandra 'sasha' ekaterina antonova
NICKNAME: sasha, solnyshko, little sun and rina
TITLE(S): miss antonova, the heart of baba yaga
AGE: 34
NATIONALITY: american (parents immigrated from russia)
INTERESTS: drinking, writing, dancing, foraging, studying
PROFESSION: student and yaga botanicals shop manager
BODY TYPE: petite and thin but stronger than she looks.
EYES: deep ember, warm brown
HAIR: dark brown but tends to pull to a more red colour when she dyes it
SKIN: pale, decorated with beauty marks and in the summer time, a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and on the crook of where her elbow bends in an almost half moon pattern
FACE: dark brows that frame her face well, full lips that frown ever so slightly with a neutral expression and what her mother called 'a proper nose' though she never understood what that meant, and wide, expressive eyes that crinkle at the edges from being such a smiley kid.
POSTURE: masha never would have let her or lena slouch. to be an antonova is to be performing at all times.
HEIGHT: 5'4" (164 cm)
VOICE: the least russian lilt of her sisters but her voice is louder and brighter and the accent learned from her mother comes through more when she's upset. neither low or high but rather with her whole chest.
SIGNATURE OUTFIT: dresses and cozy cardigans when she is working but outside of that 'performance', she typically wears thick sweaters and jeans, always sneakers and never heels. she has a raggedy orange sweater that belonged to her father in the seventies. it's a miracle it's still holding together but she is her most comfortable in that specific sweater.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none, previously dated lev federov when she was in her teens.
COMPANIONS: her sister lena, coralee who works at yaga botanicals, angel who works for her mother and francis landon (in some verses)
ANTAGONISTS: coming from a prominent family that's been in high tension for thirty three years, koschei the deathless and the federov sons, erik from her class who doesn't know what no means but does understand a broken nose.
STRENGTHS: kind, charming, bold, honest, rebellious, insightful
WEAKNESSES: closed off, distrusting, imprudent, reckless, stubborn, hasty
FRUITS: pears and strawberries
DRINKS: peppermint tea, cedar lemonade, sprite
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: tequila, jäger, cheap beer
SMOKES: illegally imported dumaurie canadian cigarettes which she gets from angel
DRUGS: her mother the baba yaga is a major player in the creation and distribution of drugs, yaga botanicals is a front, it is because of this that sasha does not do drugs. verse dependent, the baba yaga sells magic drugs too.
DRIVER'S LICENSE: sasha has never drove before
tagged by the brilliant: @clearwinged
tagging the equally clever: @saudadexmses (ever & viktor), @queenxfthedxmned (brooks)
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Hi Olivie! Here is part 3 (and the last part for now) of the praise I’ve meant to give you throughout the year. If you can believe me please know I did have every intention of making this short but…
Spoilers for One for My Enemy included.
BESTIE DID YOU PUT SOME OF BABA YAGA’S INTOXICANTS IN THIS??? BECAUSE WOW WAS IT ADDICTING. Of course I HAVE to bring up MashaDima because damn the angst they had was INCREDIBLE. Now I am a lover of angst (one of my favorite things ever I deliberately find angsty fics and books to read because I love pain), and this one definitely gave me what I wanted. There were times I actually had to stop reading for the night because I physically could not move on from it. Here is the part that like really made me have to take a pause for a night LOL I texted all my friends these quotes and I said “how do I recover” and I never did so enjoy what sparked a breakdown:
“Don't make this about technicalities. We knew a long time ago we couldn't be together, Dima, we knew twelve years ago we didn't stand a chance. We chose our sides, and now-“ “No. You chose your side," Dimitri reminded her, stroking her hair as her eyes fluttered open, meeting his. "You chose. You didn't let me choose, did you?" She blinked. "What?" "You married Stas." His voice was gravely pained. "You shut me out. You gave your life to someone else." "Because I know, above everything, you are your father's son," she began, but Dimitri cut her off. "No. No, Masha, I am my own man." He stroked a line down the back of her neck, loosely cupping his hand around it. "Why didn't you let me choose you?" he asked hoarsely. "I would have gone to you, Masha, if you'd asked. You would've only had to ask, and I would have chosen you over everything."
"I love you," Dimitri reminded her, and reached up, touching her cheek as she stared at him; willing him, impossibly, to stop talking, or even less likely, compelling herself to go. "I will always love you, I will love you until the day I die-and if you're the one to kill me, then by all means, you should know without a trace of doubt you will not have turned me away. I will have spent the final beat of my heart loving you, just as I always have. Only you, Masha," he said, and she bent in anguish, resting her forehead against the still-sluggish motion of his chest. "Only you, forever, I promise."
They are plenty more quotes that had me like that, this book was a gold mine for quotes that will live with me forever. Like the quote how his love made it so she could never be weak and how her love made it so nothing will ever stop him (who gave you the right to wreck me with these please). I loved how you kept bringing up the sun, the moon, and the stars for them too. It got me all emotional every time. And their end had me full blown tearing up which never happens to me. I was so emotional (even though I was pretty sure their ending would be tragic it still broke me) but I’m also so happy they are getting their forever in the afterlife 😭. They will continue to cause me emotional distress forever as they now live rent free in my head so thank you bestie. Masha is also my girl, I’m not the eldest sibling (although I do only have one sibling and she has disabilities so I’ve been the older sister in a lot of ways), but I related to her a lot and I just love her so much, definitely one of my favorite characters that I’ve read of yours.
Moving on from MashaDima to other things I loved:
Of course, SashaLev. Their text messages had me laughing so much (like the serum for blushing that was $74.99) but also just in general. I loved their little reverse grumpy sunshine dynamic, as a grumpy gal myself I always love that dynamic. I’m very happy they got to write their long story together 🥺. I also loved all the sibling dynamics especially with the Antonova sisters, they felt so real. I definitely know I have had a red sweater incident with my own sister 😂. Loved the bridge too and all his sarcasm. The last thing I want to talk about is the quotes that dealt with grief and struggle/growth.
“You are not incomplete because a piece of your heart is gone. You are you, an entire whole, all on your own. If you have loved and been loved, then you are richer for it; you don’t become a smaller version of yourself simply because what you once had is gone.” and “Strength comes from struggle. Each time we bid farewell to a piece of ourselves we become different than we were. But each time we rise again in the morning it’s a victory. Keep your memories. Keep your emotions, Keep your pain. Use them. Happiness, contentment, they are dull but persuvies lures. A rosy disposition only means you miss what's lurking in the trees.”
The one about loss really stuck with me especially because as I’ve said before I lost one of my favorite people, my grandma, this year and some days that can still be really hard even though it’s been since February. I had the privilege of having her as my grandma and to be loved and to love her and I will always have those memories and be richer for it. So thank you for that. The second one sticks with me because of how true it is. It reminds me in part of coming out of depression and the struggles with that but also just in general too. Each day we can each battle different struggles but every day we wake up and fight again. I just love those two quotes so much and they have been sticking with me ever since I read them, so I just wanted you to know they mean something to someone.
I absolutely loved this story and I can’t wait for its release with new stuff (and more angst 👀 as you said on twitter). It actually comes out right before my birthday so I will be treating myself to all the editions for it.
Unrelated by I also saw your last newsletter and a line about a “The artist doing the end pages is still confidential but hooooooooly shit, you’re about to get your minds blown, especially if you love a morally grey angel and her golden retriever of a reaper.” had me SCREAMING. MayraCal are my beloveds I’m obsessed with them you don’t understand, it felt like a dream seeing that tease lol I’m so exicted!!!
I apologize that it’s taken so long to do all of these once again (and for my inability to keep anything short) but love you hope is all is well, have fun on tour!!! Will be back to send more praise after finishing more of your work.
-Amanda ❤️
I’m sad to hear about the loss of your grandma, but glad I could be there for you, however distantly. I spent a good amount of time working on the style aspects of OFME for its rerelease in april and I think there are more lines in it that feel… well, extremely OFME, haha. I always say that what some people want from atlas is actually more applicable in OFME, which is more of a romance and leans heavier on angst as opposed to irony. I do like to think there’s something extra propulsive about it compared to my other works, so thank you for the suggestion I’ve laced it with drugs. a very high compliment
and by now you guys know that @polartss is doing the MOD end pages—WOWWWOWOWOWOW are you going to die when you see them
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wild woman 🌜🌚🌛
But can you love me in the deep? In the dark? In the thick of it?
Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?
Can you love me when I’m bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?
Can you love me then too?
Can you love me under the starry sky, shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?
Can you love me when I am howling and furry, standing on my haunches, my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?
When I call down the lightning, when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet, can you still love me then?
What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt to harden over all the pomegranate seeds we’ve planted?
Will you trust that Spring will return?
Will you still believe me when I tell you I will become a raging river, and spill myself upon your dreams and call them to the surface of your life?
Can you trust me, even though you cannot tame me?
Can you love me, even though I am all that you fear and admire?
Will you fear my shifting shape?
Does it frighten you, when my eyes flash like your camera does?
Do you fear they will capture your soul?
Are you afraid to step into me?
The meat-eating plants and flowers armed with poisonous darts are not in my jungle to stop you from coming. Not you.
So do not worry. They belong to me, and I have invited you here.
Stay to the path revealed in the moonlight and arrive safely to the hut of Baba Yaga: the wild old wise one… she will not lead you astray if you are pure of heart.
You cannot be with the wild one if you fear the rumbling of the ground, the roar of a cascading river, the startling clap of thunder in the sky.
If you want to be safe, go back to your tiny room — the night sky is not for you.
If you want to be torn apart, come in. Be broken open and devoured. Be set ablaze in my fire.
I will not leave you as you have come: well dressed, in finely-threaded sweaters that keep out the cold.
I will leave you naked and biting. Leave you clawing at the sheets. Leave you surrounded by owls and hawks and flowers that only bloom when no one is watching.
So, come to me, and be healed in the unbearable lightness and darkness of all that you are.
There is nothing in you that can scare me. Nothing in you I will not use to make you great.
A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature. She is the source of all your primal desires, and she is the wild whipping wind that uproots the poisonous corn stalks on your neatly tilled farm.
She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.
She will see to it that you shall rise again.
She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.
A WILD WOMAN IS NOT A GIRLFRIEND. SHE IS A RELATIONSHIP WITH NATURE
BY ALISON NAPPI
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I posted 11,103 times in 2022
That's 10,519 more posts than 2021!
4,053 posts created (37%)
7,050 posts reblogged (63%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@gilmore-angel
@imabee-oralizard
@miss-celestial-being
@alexis-angelsss
@baba-yaga-s-breadsticks
I tagged 6,304 of my posts in 2022
Only 43% of my posts had no tags
#boredbeestalk - 2,341 posts
#boredbeesask - 1,697 posts
#nix the meanie - 465 posts
#mymayflower - 406 posts
#nix the wifey - 373 posts
#boredbeessleep - 314 posts
#mi amora - 284 posts
#my sugar mommy 💕 - 180 posts
#boredbeesshare - 178 posts
#bees.anons - 155 posts
Longest Tag: 141 characters
#are names are so similar and our math teacher put us next to each other which is very confusing for her and us but idc bc i sit next to her😌
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Simp Draco doing everything he can to impress hufflepuff reader when he sees her
Yes! Thank you for the request!!!
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Walk In The Snow
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Silky h/c hair, big e/c eyes, and that adorable smile that could make anyone blush, even the darkest of souls. Even Draco Malfoy.
She walks down the corridors with her books against her chest and the cutest rosie cheeks caused by the crisp winter air. "Hey Y/l/n." Draco says as Y/n walks toward him. He didn't mean to sound aggressive, but it came out like that, causing Y/n to jump a but. It broke his heart.
"H-hi..." She wouldn't even look at him. Draco sighed. "Sorry if I scared you." Y/n's eyes shot up to look at him in surprise. "I just... I wanted to know if you'd like to go on a walk out in the snow." Draco hunched his shoulders a bit trying to make himself smaller. "I- sure." Y/n smiled, making Draco's knees weak. "Great."
While walking Draco showed Y/n a few spells he'd just learned to do. He disappeared, and reappeared behind a tree making Y/n giggle with joy and clap her hands like a young child. Draco noticed her shivering and took of his coat to wrap around her. He then took them both to The Three Broomsticks for a late lunch and warm Butterbeer her hand in his the whole time.
"You didn't really tell me why you wanted to come with you..." Y/n said quietly. Draco chuckled. "Is it not obvious?" Y/n just looked at him. Draco cleared his throat before continuing. "I- um, I like you." He looked down at his Buttebeer, avoiding Y/n's gaze.
When he finally did look up, Y/n was smiling that cute smile that always made his heart beat faster and he blushed. He opened his mouth to say something, but Y/n's arms wrapped around him in a big hug making him tense up before relaxing into her touch and smiling.
"I- I like you too." Y/n whispered in his ear, her arms still around him. Draco hugged her waist and she settled on his lap. He rubbed her back and Y/n started feeling sleepy, her eyes closing slowly.
"I don't know if you're awake, but I'm really glad I asked you to come with me. I love you my little angel." Y/n smiled tiredly against his shoulder. "I love you too." She hummed before sleep caught up to her, light snores passing through her parted lips.
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I usually hate it when they say I love you right after they start dating, but this just felt right....
Please send a request for a blurb in my ask box :)
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#4
i feel like in season 5 there will be a kiss between at least one of the gay ships we all love but it'll be unscripted like the jopper kiss
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#3
Draco x reader
He is obsessed with reader and just follows her around and does anything she ask and she just knows she have him wrapped around her finger
Hmmm... I tried
"Hi Draco." Y/n said sweetly as she walked to her seat, her yellow tie tied messily.
"H-hi Y/n! Do- do y'need help fixing your tie?" Y/n laughed softly and nodded. "That's very nice of you, Draco." She smiled at him and let him get to work on the tie.
When he was done, he laid the tie gently over her sweater and let her tuck it in. "I-is there anything else you need help with?"
Y/n shrugged. "Um, I can't think of anything right now, maybe later." Draco nodded. "Oh ok. I'll be here if you need anything, anything at all." He smiled, a small blush covering his features in the cutest way.
Moments later, Y/n accidentally hit her pen off ber desk. Draco immediately ran to help, picking it up and placing it neatly on her desk in a flash. Y/n turned and smiled at him, going back to her work.
Draco followed Y/n around like a lost puppy for the rest of the day so that whenever she needed help, he'd be there to do it.
Y/n and Draco were doing homework together in the library, working on Potions. Y/n was trying to finish her essay on the effects of the Polyjuice Potion. "...if you brew the potion correctly, and add a hair of the person you wish to change into, you can turn into- no, that doesn't sound right. What's a good word for that?" Draco's head shot up. "Become?" Y/n let that process in her mind for a moment before nodding. She smiled.
"Thank you, Draco, you're the best." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, leaving him a blushing and stuttering mess.
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#2
my baby looks good in anything but GOD does he look good in brown 😵💫
See the full post
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My #1 post of 2022
could this be a tag game 👀
use this picrew to make you regularly vs what you want to look like (can be minor changes or completely different)
npt- @alexis-angelsss @thehalfbloodedwitch @blackthunder137 @buckleysblossoms @imabee-oralizard @andvys @natti-ice + anyone who wants to <;33
1,712 notes - Posted September 30, 2022
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Holidays 1.20
Holidays
Armed Forces Day (Mali)
Babin Den (Grandmother’s Day; Bulgaria)
Basketball Day
BBC Democracy Day (UK)
Bill Cosby Sweater Day
Camcorder Day
Camel Wrestling Day (Turkey)
Day of Deflvders of the Barricades (Barikāžu Aizstāvju Diena; Latvia)
Day of National Mourning (Azerbaijan)
Fiesta de las Corralejas (Sincelejo, Colombia)
Foundation Day (Rio de Janeiro, Argentina)
Guru Govind Singh Jayanti (India)
Heroes’ Day (Cape Verde, Guinea-Bissau)
Inauguration Day (US) [@4 Years, unless a Sunday]
International Day of Acceptance
International Hat Day
Joe B. Hall Day (Kentucky)
Lao People’s Armed Forces (Laos)
Martyrs’ Day (Azerbaijan)
National Charlie Day
National Claudia Day
National Disc Jockey Day (a.k.a. DJ Day)
National 'Good Day' Day
National Judy Day
National Sebastian Day
Penguin Awareness Day
Petlyovden (Rooster Day; Bulgaria)
Severe Cold begins (Chinese Farmer’s Calendar)
Shima-Enaga No Hi (Japanese Long-Tailed Tit Day; Japan)
Spurge-Laurel Day (French Republic)
Stay Young Forever Day
Stop! Yield! Day
Take A Walk Outdoors Day
Tamborrada (Drum Festival; Spain)
Tell Them Day
Traffic Rules Day
Vendors Day (India)
What’s Going On Day (Michigan)
World Religions Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Buttercrunch Day
National Cheese Lover's Day
National Coffee Break Day
World Bigos Day (Poland)
3rd Saturday in January
Bald Eagle Appreciation Days begin [3rd Saturday]
Baltic Porter Day (Poland) [3rd Saturday]
Learn to Ski Day [3rd Saturday]
National Tulip Day (Netherlands) [3rd Saturday]
National Use Your Gift Card Day [3rd Saturday]
Polar Bear Jump & Ugly Fish Toss (Seward, Alaska) [begins 3rd Saturday]
Sight-Saving Sabbath Weekend [begins 3rd Saturday]
Soup Swap Day [3rd Saturday]
Independence & Related Days
Dictatorship of Alissia (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]
Empire of New Europe (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]
Republic Day (Autonomous Republic of Crimea)
Sprinske Communist Republic (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]
United Republic of Kwajalein (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]
Festivals Beginning January 20, 2024
Aces & Ales Winter Beer Fest (Las Vegas, Nevada) [thru 1.21]
Atlanta Cask Ale Tasting (Atlanta, Georgia)
Bart Hall Boat Show (Pomona, California) [thru 1.22]
Carnival of Over (Over, Portugal) [thru 2.13]
Columbus Beerfest (Columbus, Ohio)
Denver Travel Show (Denver, Colorado) [thru 1.21]
Dhaka International Film Festival (Dhaka, Bangladesh) [thru 1.28]
Geneva Restaurant Week (Geneva, Illinois) [thru 1.28]
International Hot Air Balloon Festival of Château-d’Oex (Château-d’Oex, Switzerland) [thru 1.28]
SAVOR Food & Wine Festival (Tucson, Arizona)
Tamborrada Drum Festival (San Sebastián, Spain)
Feast Days
Abadios (Christian; Saint)
Armed Forces Day (Mali)
Baba Yaga Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)
Blessed Basil Moreau (Christian; Saint)
Clarice Cliff (Artology)
Corralejas Festival (Fiesta de las Corralejas; Colombia)
Cyprian Michael Irene Tansi (Christian; Saint)
Eustochia Smeralda Calafato (Christian; Saint)
Euthymius the Great (Christian; Saint)
Eve of Saint Agnes [Virgins]
Fabian (Roman Catholic; Saint)
Fechin (Christian; Saint)
Feralia: Day of Purification (Pagan)
Festival of Jubilation for Osiris (Egyptian God of Agriculture)
Hippolyte Bayard (Artology)
John the Baptist Day (Serbia)
Manchán of Lemanaghan (Christian; Saint)
Mano-Capac (Positivist; Saint)
Maria Cristina of the Immaculate Conception Brando (Christian)
Mark Ryden (Artology)
Marx Brothers Quote Day (Pastafarian)
Mr. Between (Muppetism)
Richard Rolle (Church of England)
Sacrifices to Athena (Ancient Greece)
Sebastian (Christian; Saint)
Stephen Min Kuk-ka (one of The Korean Martyrs)
Timket (Coptic Epiphany; Eritrea, Ethiopia)
Tiny Tim Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]
Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [6 of 57]
Premieres
Ah, Sweet Mouse-Story of Life (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1965)
The Artist (Film; 2012)
Awkwafina is Nora from Queens (TV Series; 2020)
Blood on the Tracks, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1975)
Born Free, by Joy Adamson (Novel; 1960)
Breaking Bad (TV Series; 2008)
Cat and Dupli-Cat (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1967)
Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes, by Jimmy Buffet (Album; 1977)
Dawson’s Creek (TV Series; 1998)
Duel Personality (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1966)
Ecstasy (Film; 1933)
The Fishing Bear, featuring Barney Bear (MGM Cartoon; 1940)
The Founder (Film; 2017)
A Fox in a Fix (WB MM Cartoon; 1951)
Fullmetal Alchemist: The Sacred Star of Milos (Animated Film; 2012)
High School Musical (TV Movie; 2006)
Homework, by Daft Punk (Album; 1997)
Leaf by Niggle, by J.R.R. Tolkien (Short Story; 1945)
Lion Around (Disney Cartoon; 1950)
Meet the Beatles!, by The Beatles (Album; 1964)
Murdoch Mysteries (TV Series; 2008)
Noble Beast, by Andrew Bird (Album; 2009)
Pyromania, by Def Leppard (Album; 1983)
Red Tails (Film; 2012)
The Red Turtle (Animated Film; 2017)
Tristram Shandy (Film; 2006)
Tuck Everlasting, by Natalie Babbitt (Novel; 1975)
Underworld: Awakening (Film; 2012)
Wet Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1962)
What’s Going On, by Marvin Gaye (Song; 1971)
When You Finish Saving the World (Film; 2023)
Why We Fight (Documentary Film; 2006)
Wuthering Heights, by Kate Bush (Song; 1978)
xXx: The Return of Xander Cage (Film; 2017)
Today’s Name Days
Fabianus, Sebastian, Ursula, Ute (Austria)
Efimir, Evtim, Evtimiya, Momchil (Bulgaria)
Fabijan, Sebastijan (Croatia)
Ilona (Czech Republic)
Fabian, Sebastian (Denmark)
Hendrika, Henna, Henni, Henriette, Jete (Estonia)
Sebastian (Finland)
Fabien, Sébastien (France)
Fabian, Paula, Sebastian, Ursula (Germany)
Evthymios, Fabianos, Thymios (Greece)
Fábián, Sebestyén (Hungary)
Fabiano, Sebastiano, Teodorico (Italy)
Algirts, Oļģerts (Latvia)
Daugvydas, Fabijonas, Sebastijonas (Lithuania)
Bastian, Fabian, Sebastian (Norway)
Dobiegniew, Fabian, Sebastian (Poland)
Eftimie (Romania)
Dalibor (Slovakia)
Enrique, Fabián, Sebastián (Spain)
Fabian, Sebastian (Sweden)
Fabia, Fabian, Fabiola, Sebastian, Sebastiana (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 20 of 2024; 346 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 6 of week 3 of 2024
Celtic Tree Calendar: Beth (Birch) [Day 26 of 28]
Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 10 (Gui-Wei)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 10 Shevat 5784
Islamic: 9 Rajab 1445
J Cal: 20 White; Sixday [20 of 30]
Julian: 7 January 2024
Moon: 76%: Waxing Gibbous
Positivist: 20 Moses (1st Month) [Mano-Capac]
Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 11 of 15]
Season: Winter (Day 31 of 89)
Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 30 of 31)
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Holidays 1.20
Holidays
Armed Forces Day (Mali)
Babin Den (Grandmother’s Day; Bulgaria)
Basketball Day
BBC Democracy Day (UK)
Bill Cosby Sweater Day
Camcorder Day
Camel Wrestling Day (Turkey)
Day of Deflvders of the Barricades (Barikāžu Aizstāvju Diena; Latvia)
Day of National Mourning (Azerbaijan)
Fiesta de las Corralejas (Sincelejo, Colombia)
Foundation Day (Rio de Janeiro, Argentina)
Guru Govind Singh Jayanti (India)
Heroes’ Day (Cape Verde, Guinea-Bissau)
Inauguration Day (US) [@4 Years, unless a Sunday]
International Day of Acceptance
International Hat Day
Joe B. Hall Day (Kentucky)
Lao People’s Armed Forces (Laos)
Martyrs’ Day (Azerbaijan)
National Charlie Day
National Claudia Day
National Disc Jockey Day (a.k.a. DJ Day)
National 'Good Day' Day
National Judy Day
National Sebastian Day
Penguin Awareness Day
Petlyovden (Rooster Day; Bulgaria)
Severe Cold begins (Chinese Farmer’s Calendar)
Shima-Enaga No Hi (Japanese Long-Tailed Tit Day; Japan)
Spurge-Laurel Day (French Republic)
Stay Young Forever Day
Stop! Yield! Day
Take A Walk Outdoors Day
Tamborrada (Drum Festival; Spain)
Tell Them Day
Traffic Rules Day
Vendors Day (India)
What’s Going On Day (Michigan)
World Religions Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Buttercrunch Day
National Cheese Lover's Day
National Coffee Break Day
World Bigos Day (Poland)
3rd Saturday in January
Bald Eagle Appreciation Days begin [3rd Saturday]
Baltic Porter Day (Poland) [3rd Saturday]
Learn to Ski Day [3rd Saturday]
National Tulip Day (Netherlands) [3rd Saturday]
National Use Your Gift Card Day [3rd Saturday]
Polar Bear Jump & Ugly Fish Toss (Seward, Alaska) [begins 3rd Saturday]
Sight-Saving Sabbath Weekend [begins 3rd Saturday]
Soup Swap Day [3rd Saturday]
Independence & Related Days
Dictatorship of Alissia (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]
Empire of New Europe (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]
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Ah, Sweet Mouse-Story of Life (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1965)
The Artist (Film; 2012)
Awkwafina is Nora from Queens (TV Series; 2020)
Blood on the Tracks, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1975)
Born Free, by Joy Adamson (Novel; 1960)
Breaking Bad (TV Series; 2008)
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Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes, by Jimmy Buffet (Album; 1977)
Dawson’s Creek (TV Series; 1998)
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Ecstasy (Film; 1933)
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Fullmetal Alchemist: The Sacred Star of Milos (Animated Film; 2012)
High School Musical (TV Movie; 2006)
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Lion Around (Disney Cartoon; 1950)
Meet the Beatles!, by The Beatles (Album; 1964)
Murdoch Mysteries (TV Series; 2008)
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Pyromania, by Def Leppard (Album; 1983)
Red Tails (Film; 2012)
The Red Turtle (Animated Film; 2017)
Tristram Shandy (Film; 2006)
Tuck Everlasting, by Natalie Babbitt (Novel; 1975)
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What’s Going On, by Marvin Gaye (Song; 1971)
When You Finish Saving the World (Film; 2023)
Why We Fight (Documentary Film; 2006)
Wuthering Heights, by Kate Bush (Song; 1978)
xXx: The Return of Xander Cage (Film; 2017)
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Be Kind To Animal John Wick Ugly Sweater For Woman
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#ik ive posted this photo before but i look like a goblin today and this is the most recent one i like#plus check out my sickass baba yaga sweater#munday
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ahhh this site has the best shirts and i want all of them ;_;
#wicked clothes#i saw a woman on the subway wearing the baba yaga sweater#and i loved it so i made a note to look it up later#and when i googled 'beware the baba yaga shirt'#i found this treasure trove
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A merry Yule/solstice/Hogswatch 🌲Adorably ugly Baba Yaga handmade sweater off Etsy, Company of Wolves earrings, greenery crown, and Vampyr book necklace made by me.
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Its coming up to the gift giving season and I'm forever confused by the people who think I'm impossible to shop for because I don't think I am? Literally the only things I like are knitted sweaters, books, tea, scented candles, novelty mugs and socks, and mythological creatures?
#also that is a really weird fave thing combination#catch me in a knitted sweater wearing novelty dragon socks (that are self heating)#with a cup of tea in my werewolf mug reading about baba yaga#and a candle that smells like the ground after a heavy rain storm#hng need it
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BPVA - The Doctor’s files
File 1 Entry 1-5. From the files of Doc M
[Access These Files?]
[Yes] [No]
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Entry 1. Early Morning. 02:37. June 28th 2022.[File has been edited since 08:44, June 28th, 2022]
I often toyed with the idea of approaching the vigilantes myself. I’d seen them be all NEWS channels would report for the past few weeks. The summer has been made interesting because of them. I considered the option, I really did, especially when I made a few connections. However, they beat me to it.
As of writing this now, they are all sleeping in a guest room - apart from the one known as Mumbo Jumbo, who decided to stay by Grian’s side during recovery. This was the only free time I had to write anything down. I’ll edit any sloppiness in the morning, when I have a clear head.
The vigilantes came to me at 1800. ImpulseSV pounded at my door, which alerted Baba Yaga, whom alerted me. Upon opening the door, I saw the hero drop to his knees and beg for me to help them. Looking past them, I saw Pearlescent Moon and Mumbo Jumbo barely keeping a hold on a strange looking, but humanoid creature, who I will be drawing later. Goodtimeswithscar was besides them, mask off, sitting in a wheelchair. I believed he was hurt, but he said his leg gave out on him. I didn’t pry.
The creature fought madly, like a wild animal, as we got it in the attic. From there, I restrained it to the surgical bed. I locked the wheels as well. While it struggled and fought, I had the vigilantes stay in the living room with Baba Yaga. I didn’t know exactly how to help, but I could make some educated guesses.
Firstly, I got to know exactly what I was working with.
I will not be labelling the creature as “Grian”, for I know now that the creature was of him, but not him. It’s difficult to explain the specifics of shapeshifters.
The creature’s head was a dark grey, feeling like fabric upon touch. I believe the creature liked the attention, for it calmed down afterwards. It also allowed me to see that the top part of its head was entirely black, and felt like the bottom of sneakers. The creature was wearing a long red sweater, which hung off its shoulder, and dipped to about its knees. The sweater sleeves also covered up the creature’s hands - that, or was the creature’s hands. The creature let out a growling hiss when I tried to figure it out.
Moving on: The grey fabric transitioned into soft skin that was fair in complexion. I chose not to upset the creature more by attempting to take off the sweater, or looking underneath. Instead, I took a gander at its legs. Specifically, its feet. Both of its feet had black eyes where the ankle and foot connected on the front side, and the bottom of its feet were made of matted, messy dirty-blonde hair. When I pressed my finger into the hair, seeing if it was just hair or not, the creature’s head split open into four petals, each with three rows of pointed teeth.
It hissed at me, but I stayed a good distance and looked in its... mouth. I could compare it to a starfish, or the Demogorgon from that TV show with the DnD kids. I quickly sketched what I saw on a sticky note.
I tried to calm it down - calming words, offering tea and a snack from my mini-fridge, even attempting to give it affection like I had done earlier. When I saw that nothing was working, I gave it a sedative.
Slowly, the creature lost consciousness. Its mouth closed as well. As I quickly doodled down a basic rough sketch, the creature morphed back into Grian Dreamslayer, unmasked and without his wings.
I theorized that Grian Dreamslayer - dirty-blonde hair, fair skin, black eyes, and a fully human appearance - is merely a base. I took a look at his back, when I made sure he had not gotten any injuries, and saw a small pair of wings tattooed on his shoulder blades.
I allowed the vigilantes to see Grian, once I’ve moved him to a guest bedroom, and offered them their own bedrooms. They accepted, apart from Mumbo Jumbo as stated previously before. I decided to let them rest, and to ask questions later.
[End of Entry 1]
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Entry 2. Morning. 07:23. June 28th, 2022.
The awake vigilantes thanked me for my hospitality. They explained that they didn’t know where to go, but they had heard about me before - from Poultry Man, ironically enough. I almost asked them if they knew who Poultry Man actually was, but I stopped myself.
I checked on Grian and Mumbo Jumbo - both are asleep at the time of writing.
I think I’ll make breakfast for everyone. It has been a stressful night, and no one had managed to sleep good.
I hope they like goat milk.
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Entry 3. Afternoon. 1600. June 29th, 2022
We had a very busy day.
When Grian woke up, I brought him breakfast. I trusted Mumbo Jumbo to help him eat, for I was a stranger still. Plus, I am still learning patience with feeding patients - a terrible consequence of always being busy, work without delay, etc. The vigilante[Grian] recovered incredibly, not on par with accelerated regeneration, but quite impressive. I considered it a benefit of being a shapeshifter, but chose to move on to the unfortunate first.
“Do you remember last night?”
“No.”
I explained to him what happened, but Grian didn’t seem phased. Just remorseful, annoyed, frustrated even.
“Have these things happened before?”
“Yes.”
“How often?”
“It’s... complicated.”
“Is it random?”
“Yes.”
I showed him my sketch. “Anything like this before?”
“...yes.”
“Do you have a name for this form? Did it give itself a name?”
“No and no. Sometimes I call it Daisies, like Oopsies Daises. But, uh, no. It doesn’t really have a name.”
“Could you transform into it again on your own?”
“Yes and I’d rather not... it’s not a good form, you know?”
“Do you have a habit of, say, blacking out and waking up as these forms?”
“Habit? No... But, it’s not just that guy. There’s another, and probably others, but he’s the most hostile. The other one I’m aware of just pulls pranks on people. My friends can testify-”
“Would you be okay with me taking blood samples from that form? And you as well?”
“I...uh... guess?”
I took blood samples from from everyone, not just Grian or when he shifted a part of himself to match the creature’s. I ran their blood, let them get settled in, made them lunch, meet my goats, examined Scar’s leg, and let them eat dinner while I go over their blood samples.
While Grian and Pearl’s DNA seems similar to anamolies, they were never human to begin with, Impulse and Scar have altered DNA - they were human, and made to be something more. Mumbo Jumbo, however, is entirely human. He’s pale as a ghost, with red eyes like the redstone he uses, but he is human.
They are a very... very strange group of people.
I’ll have to do brain scans, make hospital-like records for them, perhaps assist them with understanding their powers - if they don’t already.
Poultry Man sent me some new patients to work with... this will be a most extraordinary trip...
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Entry 4. Noon. 1200. June 30th. 2022
It’s settle.
I’ll be the vigilantes doctor.
It was a lengthy conversation, but no doubt one that was necessary. I’m sure, in time, we will all trust each other better and, perhaps... be friends.
Being friends with patients is a no-no in the medical world, especially for nurses - bless those women and men. I, however, am not working in a hospital or with patients who will, or could, successfully manipulate me.
If I was to perform operations on them, which is inevitable, they are vigilantes, I will be helping them get better. Even if I must reassure myself here and there, making sure my friends do not die, or remain injured, will be my upmost priority.
A little pain is a small price to pay for them to heal properly.
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Entry 5. Afternoon. 14:56. June 30th. 2022
Impulse managed to fall off the goat house and dislocate his shoulder.
I... am going to regret my decision, aren’t I?
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Ashen, excerpt 2
Last time was mostly a big tease. This time, Boris returns to the abbey for the first time in years. It doesn’t go well.
Working title: Ashen
Characters in this clip: Takao, Kai, Max, Boris and Kinomiya Tatsuya
Setting: 7 years after season one, Russia, the abbey
Summary: Volkov has escaped from prison, attacked PPB headquarters and taken back Black Dranzer. The Russian boys have been living with the PPB, and were used and hurt in the attack. Yuriy left with Volkov for unknown reasons. Daitenji Kogoro has gathered the troops and sent them to Russia to find out what Volkov is up to. Meanwhile, Kai’s grandfather is on his deathbed, and Kai is struggling to deal with it.
A stray wind mumbled and whined through the colonnades of Volkov Abbey. In that desolate courtyard no summer lived, only barren winter. The stones were black, the shadows cold, and doorways yawned like sucking mouths while broken windows gave a sharp, jagged edge to the scene.
For a while, Takao, his dad, Max, Kai and Boris stood silent in the middle of the open courtyard, a little overwhelmed by the sheer depressive atmosphere, wondering what on earth they were supposed to find here.
“Home sweet home!” Boris exclaimed suddenly, before laughing uproariously at their startled expressions.
A door opened up ahead. Takao vaguely recalled it leading to the mess hall where the BBA had eaten on their first visit here, years ago.
“That’s probably our liaison,” Dad said and headed towards the young woman who had just stepped outside and was waving.
“Hello, everyone!” she said as they came to meet her. “My name is Myrna Lebedev. I’m supposed to show you around this place?”
She didn’t look much older than the boys. With her ash-blonde hair and glasses, turtleneck sweater and long jeans, she seemed a big-sisterly type.
They shook hands with her in turn.
“You worked here after it was shut down?” Dad asked.
She nodded, gesturing for them to follow her down the pillared walkway towards the fat, looming tower where Takao and Zangief had battled.
Where was Zangief now? Takao wondered. Was he happy?
“I was on the team that mapped this place out, initially. Strangest job I ever did. The police had been here and cleared out all the kids and those cultists of course, but when we first went down to explore, someone almost died; there were traps everywhere!”
“Not traps,” Boris said. “Training gauntlets. You had to be ready all the time.”
She stopped. “Oh. I’m so sorry. Were you ...?” She looked at them in turn.
Max and Takao shook their heads and pointed at Kai and Boris. “Not us.”
Myrna looked at them all a little longer. “You are strange. I was told a group from Japan wanted to see the abbey, so I thought you’d be like the usual tourists.”
“This place gets tourists?” Boris asked, and then started laughing again. “Oh god. Can I work here too? I could be an attraction.”
Kai frowned at him. “We’re not here for pleasure,” he said firmly, voice a little hoarse from his long silence in the car. “The man who ran this place, Vladimir Volkov, has escaped from prison and is in possession of an old weapon of his. We’re looking for any clues as to what that weapon is capable of.”
“Oh!” Myrna’s dark eyes grew very big behind her glasses. “I see. That ... wasn’t really in my instructions ... I’m not supposed to let you wander much on your own or ... well, go that deep, but ...”
“If you need to, we can shut you in one of the cells while we look,” Boris suggested, possibly seriously. “If you need an excuse.”
Myrna certainly thought he was serious, and if her eyes grew any bigger now, they would pop out.
“We won’t do that,” Max said quickly. “But we would be very grateful if you’d let us explore a bit. We won’t tell anyone. It’s very important that we stop Volkov from using the weapon.”
She cocked her head to the side. “But why do you have to stop him?” she asked innocently. “Who are you?”
Kai’s impatience got the better of him then, and he strode past her towards the door.
Boris watched him go, his jesting finished. “We are the ones who let him have it in the first place.”
It grew immediately colder as they plunged into the darkness of the abbey, and more so when they began to descend underground. Takao wished he had worn a proper sweater, like Myrna, but Dad had told him to bring one and he hadn’t done it so he couldn’t complain or Dad would say “I told you so”.
Myrna told them a little bit about the history of the place as they walked, how Borg had purchased the abbey from a group of monks that might, in hindsight, actually have been forced to part with it and silenced afterwards, and how these hallways, once cellars for storing food and other things, had been dug out until they encompassed a labyrinth of rooms and tunnels, where Borg could carry out their clandestine plans.
“What does clandestine mean,” asked Boris, and once Max had explained it, he declared it his new favourite word. “Holy shit, we were so clandestine. Clandestine is now my middle name. You can call me Boris Clandestine Kuznetsov.”
“And now it’s lost all meaning,” Max said.
Kai was continually a little ahead of them, and eventually Takao’s dad called after him. “Kai, where are you leading us?”
“To Volkov’s office,” he replied.
“Really?” Boris said. “Then you’re going the wrong way.”
Kai came stalking back. “I am not going the wrong way; it’s down here and to the left. Don’t fucking mess with me, Kuznetsov.”
Boris grinned wickedly. “That’s Clandestine Kuznetsov to you.”
For a moment, Kai’s face was white with rage, but he only turned on his heel and walked on. Takao looked to Max and found him looking back in concern. Kai’s reactions were way out of proportion lately.
“Sorry about him,” Takao said to Myrna.
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” She shook her head disarmingly. “It can’t be easy being back here.”
“I don’t know,” said Boris. “I’m getting the warm fussies myself.”
“Are you sure Kai-kun should be down here?” Dad asked Takao in an undertone.
“Leave him to us,” Takao whispered back. “You just look for whatever it is Daitenji-san wants you to find.”
When they caught up to Kai, he was waiting in front of the door which, as it turned out, did indeed lead to Volkov’s office. Myrna unlocked the door with her bunch of keys, and they stepped inside.
It was empty. Not just nobody’s-here empty, but stripped completely bare. It was just a room, panelled in green and beige, with pale squares on the walls where pictures had hung or cabinets stood and preserved the original colours.
Kai made a dissatisfied sound.
“Did you check for hidden rooms when you were emptying the place?” Dad asked Myrna.
“Yes and no. We had the building’s blueprints, and we did find some discrepancies and discover some rooms that weren’t noted, but we didn’t go knocking on every wall to find sliding panels or things like that.” She laughed a little.
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Dad said, looking at Kai for confirmation. “Seems the most likely place he’d hide any particularly sensitive information, right?”
Kai inclined his head. “That was my thought.”
“You two do that,” Max said. “Boris can show me and Takao around meanwhile.”
Myrna came with them, and for a while they wandered from room to room. As Boris led them past dormitories, communal showers, training rooms, recreational facilities and secret corners, he seemed increasingly to veer between high and low spirits. He’d stand for a long time staring at the place where his bed had once stood, and then he’d crack jokes while they walked to the next place.
They came around a corner and were faced with a row of rusting cells, some with their doors ajar. Takao remembered Kai saying he had seen Zangief in a cell all those years ago. Maybe it had been one of these.
“I wonder what happened to Zangief?” he said out loud, idly moving the nearest door back and forth and making the hinges scream and creak.
“He was probably rescued by the BBA,” Max said, eternally optimistic.
“Zangief ...” Boris said slowly. “He was lucky. If he had beaten you, he would have advanced, gone to train with Baba Yaga.” As Takao moved on, Boris took over the door he had left, swinging it back and forth, back and forth, creak, creak, creak, creak. “He would have regretted that fast.” A bit of laughter, low in his throat. His face was lost in shadow. “Zangief was weak.” Creak, creak, creak, creak.
“Boris?” Max was watching him warily.
“Baba would have eaten him alive.” The ceiling light glinted off the edge of his sharp, sharp smile. “Then again, they say that’s what she does to the ones in the cells to.” Another laugh, like quacking. Creak, creak, creak. And then he stopped and stood very, very still. Trembling.
Suddenly, Max grabbed Myrna and Takao and shoved them into the nearest cell, slamming the door behind them. Takao shoved at it, but the lock had sprung; it was shut fast.
“Max!”
“Stay there!” he said, giving them a warning look.
Boris had twitched when the door banged shut, and now he turned slowly towards Max.
“Max, why did you do that?” Takao pressed himself up against the bars.
Myrna was going through her mess of keys and muttering stressfully to herself. “Is it this one or this one or this one? Not that one. Okay, this is scary. This one? No, no ...”
“Be quiet!” Max commanded. He drew a careful breath, inhaling and exhaling. “Boris? Boris, please step into the light for me.”
Boris didn’t move, but Takao could hear him breathing now, a harsh whistling sound like he was in pain.
“Mama told me that you usually get a bit manic before an episode,” Max said gently. “That’s how I knew.”
“Max,” Takao hissed. “Get out of here!”
But Max shook his head. “No. Boris, you said you would be okay, and I believed you. I still believe in you.”
Boris’ hand fell from the cell door to hang limply at his side. It twitched.
“What is happening?” Myrna whispered.
Max took a step closer to the other boy. “When I talk to Mama on the phone, all she talks about is you. How far you’ve come, how strong you are, how proud she is of you. She laughs about your terrible jokes. She says you are so clever.”
Boris sucked in a breath. He was trembling all over, hands closing slowly into fists like he was holding himself back desperately.
Max took another step forward. “Boris-”
Boris’ lunged, grabbing Max by the front of his sweater and slamming him up against the bars. The light caught his face and revealed his eyes huge and staring, and a weird, cruel twist to his mouth. Max clenched his teeth and held still as Boris’ knuckles dug into his throat.
“Max!” Takao cried, reaching through the bars, but unable to touch them. “Boris, don’t you dare! Don’t give Kai a chance to gloat about being right! Come on, fight it!” He turned back to Myrna, who seemed to be frozen in shock. “Find the key!”
She startled and began to fumble again.
“It’s okay, Takao!” Max said, straining. “Boris, it’s just you and me. I have Draciel, but I won’t use it. It’s your choice; you can hurt me, or you can come back to us. I already know what you’ll do, because you said you’d be alright, and because I know you want to make Mama proud of you.”
“Make ... Baba ...” Boris muttered, seeming confused for a moment.
“No,” Max said. “Mama Judy. My Mama ... and yours.”
Another hard shiver went through Boris, and then he sank to his knees in front of Max, letting go of him. His face relaxed until he was pale, but calm.
“The stupid door,” he muttered. “The stupid sound. Every night, all night, our metronome from hell.” He stumbled to his feet and moved a few paces away, sniffing and wiping at his nose. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “Kai was right about me.”
“No, he wasn’t,” Takao said quickly as Myrna finally moved past him to put the right key in the lock. “You came back.”
“Let’s rejoin the others,” Myrna said a little hysterically as the door swung open. She hurried down the corridor without waiting for them.
“Would you like that hug now?” Max asked Boris softly.
He didn’t say anything, but lifted his arm, and Max slipped under it and wrapped his own around him.
“She’s your Mama,” Boris said, almost whispering. “But I like her too.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” Max replied, smiling as he let go again. “I already share her with Emily, and honestly she could use the extra practice.”
Takao grabbed them and pulled them into a double hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“Sorry, Takao,” Max laughed.
#Beyblade#Judin writes#Ashen#Max is a good boy#I had an idea that Boris got overwhelmed by all the affection shown to him by his initial foster mothers#and that Judy's more reserved (read: cold) approach actually worked much better for him#So she kinda took him on#So now Max has even more competition
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hello! Carmilla and Raven :)
Carmilla: Describe your style. What is your aesthetic comprised of? i’ve struggled to formulate my aesthetic: it definitely rides the line between pre-raphaelite and gothic, in the most victorian sense: mainly blacks with yellows and reds. i’m fond of big sweaters and long skirts, antique-style blouses, matching suits (my favourite is one in brown linen. i do wear makeup, but minimally: if i’m dressed up or feeling particularly feminine then i veer towards proper 1920s vamp.
Raven: What mythological creature would you be and why? baba yaga. without question. or maybe a lamia! i’m quite fond of them.
send me a gothic ask
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Drabble-a-thon: One, Three Words
Title: Tender Curiosity
Rating: PG-13
Relationships: Gabriel/The Russian, Past Gabriel/Johnny
Trigger Warnings: Irresponsible drinking, drug use
Brief Summary: I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Upstate New York, Summer 2018
Kaleidoscope Johnson’s estate
4am
Sometimes Gabriel couldn’t help but to feel like he was living in some sort of F. Scott Fitzgerald novel. He felt like some aristocrat in the twenties or thirties. Who the fuck summered at their wealthy friend’s summer estate? Kale had his eccentricities, but inviting the whole art collective to stay at his home for the summer was definitely new. Of course, not everyone came for the entire summer. Most of the collective was just coming on the weekends, but Gabriel didn’t have a reason to stay in the city.
Delilah was visiting and didn’t want to see him, and his husband, no, ex-husband filed the divorce papers. There was no reason for him to be in the city, and so he was taking advantage of his friend’s hospitality, or rather his loneliness.
Gabe thought he rather enjoyed having people filling every inch of the estate. It was a rather large estate to begin with. Who the hell had a formal dining room, a casual dining room, and a semi-formal dining room? There were six rooms that Gabe would classify as a living room. Who needed that many rooms?
Besides, there were still six of them at the estate during the week. Well, okay. Six people who weren’t Kale, Gabe, and the staff. During the weekends there were about twenty people at the estate, but during the week it was just:
Jimmy, Kaleidoscope’s twenty-six year old boytoy
Steven, an artist, and the most annoying twink Gabe had ever met
Velvet, an artist who was tragically depressed by all the gay around her
Willy, a lesbian, part-time witch, full-time poet, who was trying to get Kale to join her coven
Destiny, Willy’s girlfriend, part-time lesbian and full-time witch
The Russian, a tourist who Kale met at a gay bar and brought home
The days were surprisingly not boring, which was what Gabe needed right now. Every night was a dinner party and an excuse to drink until four or five in the morning. Every day consisted of lounging around the manor, or the pool, or walking around the estate, or riding around the estate and, of course, art. There was so much art. Easels were a common accessory to every room. Sure. he wasn’t getting as much painting done as he wanted, but he was starting to feel in a better mental state. Long trips to the estate tended to help.
Still, that didn’t stop his insomnia. He’d gotten so used to sharing a bed that he was still having trouble sleeping through the night. At least when he had Bella, there was a baby in his bed, but here he slept alone. Well, sometimes he and Velvet cuddled, but other than that he slept alone. He was pretty sure Kale had invited the Russian home for Gabe’s personal entertainment. He was definitely his type, but he just wasn’t doing it for him, which was so fucking weird. He was hot, but there just wasn’t a connection there. The other man was definitely interested, but Gabe was just perpetually not in the mood.
Most of the evening activities had settled down and everyone had scattered throughout the manor house. Kale and Jimmy had gone up to bed. Steven was where he usually was at night, on the screened-in porch trying to master a night landscape that didn’t look dark or muddy. The lesbians had passed out in the media room to old episodes of Friends, which had left Gabe alone with Velvet and the Russian. His name was Gregor, but Gabe didn’t like thinking of him by his name. That meant he was attached and Gabe wasn’t going to grow attached to a stranger. The second Velvet started asking questions that ventured into the realm of ‘spooky,’ Gabe had excused himself to go to bed. That had been maybe an hour ago, but Gabe hadn’t made it that far.
He was stretched out on the window seat in the drawing room, a cup of herbal tea in hand and his sketchbook on his lap. It wasn’t the window seat he wanted to be sitting on, but the view was definitely better. There was grass and trees as far as the eye could see. There was an itch under his skin to draw, but he was tired. He’d done a little bit of sketching, but mostly he was allowing himself to get lost in his own thoughts.
“Bad dreams or haven’t been to bed yet?” The Russian asked as he came into the drawing room. He looked a little spooked, and Gabe almost felt bad for abandoning him. As much as he loved his friend, Velvet could be intense at times, but the Russian had been at the estate for a couple of weeks. Gabe would have thought he would have been used to her eccentricities by now.
“Velvet is a very dark girl, no? She want to know many things about Baba Yaga. She not going to…” He pressed his lips together as he tried to find the right word. While his English was normally better than Gabe’s, after a couple of bottles of wine, he had a hard time remembering some words. Not being able to figure out the right word, he dragged his finger across his throat and mimed being dead.
Laughing, Gabe sat up and shook his head, taking a sip of tea, grimacing when he realized it’d gone cold. He set the tea aside and tucked his feet underneath him. “She’s harmless. Just a goth.” At the blank look, he added “She likes learning about death and horror. And wears a lot of black and crosses.” There was more to it than that, but Gabe figured that the other man knew the word, but just couldn’t remember it in his current state.
The Russian nodded as he sat next to Gabe despite there being plenty of chairs for him to sit in. Their thighs were touching, and Gabe didn’t necessarily care for the contact. He didn’t move away though. “Gabriel, am I not appealing to you?” He asked out of the blue.
He choked and looked at the other man. “What? No, you’re…” He forced out a laugh. “You’re gorgeous.” And maybe it hadn’t been Kale that the Russian had followed home from the gay bar. Maybe it had actually been him the entire time, and Kale allowed it because he was, well, Kale. “I’m just… broken. I’m not relationship material right now. Or even fling material for that matter.”
The Russian nodded, looking very serious, as though Gabe’s words prompted serious thought. “I go back to Moscow tonight.” He said, sounding pensive, but there was something else, something that Gabe couldn’t quite place. Suddenly there was a mouth on his, and by the time he was even able to register what had happened, the other man was standing up and pulling him to his feet. “Come to bed with me. Just for now. Let me help fix the broken.”
The look on his face just made him melt. As much as he complained about there being a stranger hanging out in their friend group, he had grown used to the other man’s company. Hell, he’d become accustomed to him joining him on the porch in the mornings when most of the house was still asleep. “Okay,” He said in almost a whisper as he let himself be led upstairs and into the other man’s room. “ I’m going to sound like a teenage girl, but I don’t go all the way. Everything else is fair game.”
The Russian laughed. “Whatever you want to give, I’ll take.”
3pm
A cigarette was pressed between Gabe’s lips as he leaned against the railing of the small balcony attached to the guest room that had been the Russian’s. With the exception of a minor appearance during lunch to grab food and coffee from the kitchens to take back to bed, he hadn’t left the Russian’s rooms, which were much smaller than Gabe’s own. A part of him was missing the tables and chairs that were on the balcony attached to his room. Although, he didn’t regret his choice of beds or bed mates.
Dressed in only the larger man’s sweater and nothing else, he cheekily waved down at Destiny and Willy who were settling down in the garden for their afternoon meditation. With a wink, he put out his cigarette and then walked back into the room, laughing at the surprised shouts and giggles that followed him inside when they realized that he’d been naked from the waist down.
“You’re trouble, you know.” The Russian told him as he finished packing up his bag. “But sweater you should keep. Looks better on you anyway.” He pulled Gabe to him and as a surprise to himself, he let himself go willingly. “Come to Moscow. I have private jet. Many things for you to paint and draw. Might not like some of the people, but I think you’d like Moscow. Much beauty there for an artist.”
Yesterday he wouldn’t have even considered the offer, but today he was actually thinking about it. For all his avoidance, the Russian was actually a very sweet man. Definitely a bear, and he could easily see any many falling for his charms, which was probably the real reason why Gabe had been avoiding him. As much as the divorce had been his idea, the thought of moving on had been too much for Gabe to handle, and the Russian could have been so easy to fall for.
He took Gabe’s lack of response for a response. “It was worth a shot.” He said ruefully as he pressed a kiss to the top of Gabe’s head. “Gabriel, you’re a good man. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for. And if you decide Moscow sounds nice, call me, hmm?”
Gabe laughed before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “You deserve better than me.” He told him. “I hope you find the person who makes you happy.” He whispered out. “I’m sorry it couldn’t be me.”
Gregor rested his forehead against Gabe’s. “Me, too.”
5pm
This time Gabe was standing on the front porch as he smoked his cigarette. The romantic in him (or maybe it was more like the romance novel reader in him) almost wished he had one of those long cigarette holders. It would fit his mood: the left behind man watching as his lover left in a taxi, rain pouring down in sheets. God, he’d spent far too much time with Kale; he was becoming far too dramatic in his old age.
Sighing as the taxi was officially out of his line of sight, he put out his cigarette and padded back into the house. He knew how he probably looked: hair askew, barefoot, torn jeans barely on his hips (he’d lost weight during the divorce) and still wearing that stupid sweater. The thing was he didn’t care if he looked like a damsel from a mass market romance novel. That’s how he felt.
Knowing that the rest of the house would be wandering into the sitting room for pre-dinner drinks soon, he headed there directly. As soon as he saw Willy and Destiny on the couch, he flopped his large body across both of theirs.
“Mr. Russia is gone then?” Willy asked, shifting the book she was reading to rest of Gabe’s shins. “I was half-expecting you to chase after him in the rain. I thought you repressed gays became extra dramatic in your later years.”
Before Gabe could respond, Destiny nudged her girlfriend before running her fingers through Gabe’s hair and massaging his scalp. “Don’t listen to her, sweetie. Your aura is finally calming back to its natural state. It’s been a mess of reds and blacks this summer, but it’s finally settling back to a nice ocean water blue. I think you’re finally moving on.” She didn’t let him say anything and he was half asleep by the time the others came into the room.
“Damn it.” Steven all but whined as he pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it over to Kaleidoscope. “How’d you know he wasn’t going to go.”
His mentor smirked. “Because he left his heart in New York City.” He sing-songed as he tucked his money into his pocket. “Besides Gabey promised not to abandon me all summer and he is a queen who keeps his promises.”
There was a scoff that had to have come from Jimmy. Gabe’s eyes were still closed, but it had to have come from him. Usually he started prepping the pre-dinner drinks and then Kale passed them out. “Isn’t that what I’m here for, Scope?”
Now Gabe opened his eyes and made a gagging face in unison with Velvet who pulled him to his feet and then dragged him onto the love seat. Immediately, Gabe’s upper body went into Velvet’’s lap, head propped up against the armrest so he could still drink, feet dangling over the over armrest.
“No, you’re here to satisfy my sexual appetites. Gabe and Velvet are here for everything else.” Kale sassed out without missing a beat, sweeping over to Gabe and Velvet to hand them their martinis. Each day had a different theme. Today they were blue, which meant they were likely going to wind up very very drunk and probably very very stoned.
As Kale continued to bicker with Jimmy and Steven wandered over to talk to the lesbians, Gabe found himself thinking about something the Russian had told him. “Vel,” He asked quietly. “Why did Gregor think you were going to kill us all?”
The silver haired thirty-something rolled her eyes dramatically. “I only wanted to know about the legitimacy of Baba Yaga.” She said sipping her drink. “And I mentioned that this summer felt like a murder mystery novel, and that it would be so easy to just poison the wine.” The way she said it made it sound like she was talking about using water-based paint instead of oil-based.
Gabe choked on his martini and Velvet ran a comforting hand through his hair. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t poison you. Everyone else on the other hand…” She looked over towards Steven and the lesbians wistfully.
“Remind me not to let you watch Bella again, okay?”
Velvet laughed, and Gabe slowly relaxed, ready for whatever adventures the evening would bring.
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