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ind sel grishaverse oc. wb andi, 25+.

#new blog same nadya #me: redoes all her graphics to be pink like she wants #also me: gives her a b&w promo #next one will be pink

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was setting up maisy’s queue and fell down a fre.ddie fox tag someone send a rescue team

#i just won a staring contest with a turtle :: ooc #( or snacks i'm willing to make myself comfortable here ) #( maisy's just so revoltingly in love w nik and i am a weak bi disaster )

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new url, same nadya @findfascinating

#i just won a staring contest with a turtle :: ooc #( promo is ready but gonna wait until people are actually Active )

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can you microdose parem

#i just won a staring contest with a turtle :: ooc #( what are adhd meds but microdosed meth ) #( all we've seen are full packets tossed back ) #( what if you take less ) #( why is there where my brain goes after watching all thre desc movies in a row ) #( ' watching ' more ' playing in the bg while i work on coding and graphics ' but )

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moving nadya to a new blog, i need a fresh start on her. won’t be dropping threads or relationships. keep an eye out for her new promo.

#i just won a staring contest with a turtle :: ooc #( getting a new url and updated aesthetic )

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@dreamwaited​

It's either a miracle or a testament to their parents' ridiculous purchasing practices that there's still alcohol in the manor after Zina's party. After the funeral, Nadya's leaning toward the latter. She takes a bottle and two glasses to the couch where Flynn is playing pillow to a very exhausted, very asleep Zina. Nadya pours one glass and hands it to him before pouring a glass for herself and setting the bottle aside. She perches carefully on the couch arm next to Flynn.

Keeping her voice low so not to wake Zina, she says, "Thanks again for coming with me this weekend. Hopefully this is the end of my Ravka trips for a while." She stares at the amber liquid in her glass instead of meeting his eyes. After a quiet moment of struggle, she continues. "I'm sorry I've been so cagey the last few weeks. It... It scared me. Realizing just how much you’ve come to mean to me. I thought if I could force our friendship back into safe territory..." She takes a sip from her drink, glancing away. Her gaze comes to rest on her sister. "Even before their death, she's been my only family." Her eyes flick up to his, finally. "Now you are, too."

#dreamwaited #brainrot campus gv #( have. a thing. ) #i'm just trying to get to the truth :: responses #( gonna go ahead a schedule this so i don't forget it lol ) #get in and bluff for a few minutes :: queue

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unnecessary and depressing life update below the cut:

So Leather’s sick, whatever respiratory infection is going around the dogs here. He’s coughing a lot and it just sounds so uncomfortable, he looks uncomfortable, we’re all worried about him. Which would be fine, normal, if Lace hadn’t died three and a half weeks ago, sparking my catastrophizing about losing my dog so soon after losing my cat, so soon after losing my dad, whose birthday is this friday. Dad loved when his birthday landed on friday, so his first birthday without him being on friday is just super painful. i’ve been getting the go around from my psychiatrist’s office and have been off my meds for a week now, hopefully to get fixed this week finally. on top of that, my allergies are acting up and i’ve had hives on and off for a couple weeks, and for a cherry on top my period started today. everything i’m doing for the next few weeks is going to be 100%, unrepentantly, thoroughly self-indulgent to counteract this mountain of suck i’m dealing with right now.

#i just won a staring contest with a turtle :: ooc #( 100% do not expect you to read this ) #( just kinda working through everything i'm dealing with rn ) #( might continue to be scarce on nadya for a little bit find me on maisy if you want me ) #( or on disco as always )

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#i just won a staring contest with a turtle :: ooc #( i don't need this anxiety my heart's in shit shape as it is ) #( hiding on maisy for the foreseeable future )

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nadya can drive, is good at driving, has no qualms against driving, but will very willingly let someone else do it if she can get out of it

#i just won a staring contest with a turtle :: ooc #( can drive ; will opt for an uber ) #( zina's a Teenage Girl and while she -can- drive she's not terribly good at it and is paying more attention to her music than the road )

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struggling to make the words go, come chat on disco @ we belong in myth#0937 or bug someone on wire @ nadyaolyenkov / zinaolyenkov / paintstriped / reapxrs

#i just won a staring contest with a turtle :: ooc #( i am Tired today and my heart's being a piece of shit the last few so i might be taking some days off the dash soon )

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Leverage: Redemption, The Too Many Rembrandts Job

Please, will you stop?

And no shortage of rich bad guys.

It’s because we live in the worst timeline.

One year gone but never forgotten.

He was self-righteous. He was arrogant. I swear to God he made it up half the time, but… I miss the hell out of him.

You’re a lightweight, man. I’m not carrying you out of here.

It’s good for them, i’s a fresh start.

Why are you staying at home?

It’s all software. Somebody’s gotta run it.

Age of the geek, baby.

How you doing since, uh… you know.

You know, I’ve just been doing this and that.

I’m gonna cut this with some food. Hey, I’ll tell you what. I’ll whip up some brunch for us right now.

We should steal something.

This might be a nice distraction for you.

See anything you like?

Hey, man, if you happen to find some water or some aspirin…

I told you, man!

It’s been eight years since I’ve done this. I need a sec.

This is ridiculous. This is idiotic. You’re being an idiot.

Don’t walk away from me.

He’s a treat.

I’m just here for the art.

It was a bit of a rush job, really.

Not now. You’re not gonna believe what’s happening here.

So, anyway, my psychologist says that…

I’m sorry, you’re seeing a child psychologist?

This is not what it looks like.

I don’t know that technique. Where’d you learn that?

You were doing so well.

You wanted a distraction.

Where did you get this?

You come very highly recommended. I’m glad to have you on my side.

Oh, I’m not on anybody’s side.

Know any reason I don’t beat you myself?

Well, I promise you’ll have enough to buy it back.

You bank a lot on that sweet-looking face, don’t you?

I… I could not have done this without you.

My whole life, I prided myself on never picking a side. But I began to think all those years, maybe… maybe I had.

And nothing hurts like feeling you’re safe and then… having that taken away from you.

So, are we gonna help this guy, or are we gonna bonk him on the head, wipe his ID and credit rating and we dump him in Venezuela?

I’d like to vote no on that.

You don’t get a vote. Sit your ass back down.

Yeah, you should have seen your face when you realized. You lit up.

I can’t believe I know that.

You want our help or not?

Are you trying to tell me you don’t think you can cold-read this dude?

He’s looking for the next big score.

Highly overrated. Strong results, but amateur technique.

What just happened?

I’ve been the roper for the last eight years.

And don’t worry. I haven’t stabbed anybody in a really long time, like a whole month.

Been doing this a long time?

I was cocky because I was good. You were just cranky.

I had anger issues I needed to work out.

What changed? What happened?

Get a little history on this, brother.

Are these all stolen masterpieces in this closet?

Y'all hear that high-pitched whistle?

What an unsettling metaphor.

More than a deadbeat. He’s a drug dealer.

I think I have a business proposition for you. Can you be at my place around 7:00?

No, it’s completely professional, I assure you.

Unfortunately, a lot of unreasonable people blame my family for their own… ugh… misfortunes.

I don’t like people poking into my personal affairs.

I should go. This was a mistake.

You know, we never… we never really got to talk. If you ever want to… discuss…

Choose your next words very carefully.

Is that weird that I find all of that really attractive?

Your cover ain’t blown, and I ain’t down. You stay there.

I work in the field of violence.

Ooh. Giving up already?

The fight’s already over. I’d just as soon skip the bruises.

It’s a lot faster in person, huh?

Smart thing to do would be to run. Put some space between us. You too.

Why should we trust anything coming out of your mouth?! How do we know this wasn’t a setup?

You think this was my first choice? It’s insane! Obviously it’s insane!

I tried to do the right thing, the right way. I wanted to make amends.

I gotta take something from him.

I’m kind of just left with you in the middle of all of this.

I can go listen to them beg. That’d be fun, right?

Please. Can I have a moment? To mourn.

You take your hands off of me.

Hey! Thanks for letting me into your house! I just had to pick something up.

I believe that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile.

You know, I really wasn’t too sure about the whole gloating thing, but you were right. Seeing his face was very cathartic.

It’s an acquired taste. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed it myself.

Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think you were done?

In the Jewish faith, repentance, redemption, is a process. You can’t make restitution and then promise to change. You have to change first. Do the work, [name]. Then and only then can you begin to ask for forgiveness.

I still got more to do.

This isn’t the win. This is the start.

#like puzzle pieces until they click :: memes

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#ain't we a pair of high stakes sons of bitches :: flynn #get in and bluff for a few minutes :: queue

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What is the appeal in thigh high socks

how do you live, who fucking necromancy’d you from the ground and commanded you to not enjoy anything

#you don't let feelings get in the way :: about #a sexy little minidress and my emergency jimmy choos :: wardrobe #( modern nadya is all about the thigh-high/miniskirt combo ) #( you're welcome ) #get in and bluff for a few minutes :: queue

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rietveild​:

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘  in  the  barrel.  in  just  three  days  a  person’s  luck  could  change  completely,  they  could  find  themselves  flush  with  wealth  or  having  lost  everything  that  they  had.  one  could  go  from  endangered  to  PROTECTED,  alone  to  among  allies.  he  was  curious  to  see  what  nadya  would  do,  if  she  might  tuck  her  tail  between  her  legs  and  scatter  or  if  she’d  find  herself  at  home  in  ketterdam,  finding  comfort  in  a  nation  without  laws  or  mercy.

     he  waits  expectantly  at  the  bar  of  the  crow  club,  glancing  down  at  his  pocket-watch  every  so  often.  time  was  of  the  essence  and  there  was  plenty  to  be  done  tonight.  the  politics  of  the  barrel  were  intricate  and  kaz  lived  a  life  that  threw  him  into  the  center  of  most  brawls.  his  night  could  not  be  spent  WAITING  AROUND.  when  he  sees  a  familiar  face,  he  slips  the  pocket  watch  into  his  pocket,  brow  raising,  ❝  i  see  you  haven’t  died  yet.  i  was  beginning  to  think  you’d  be  discovered  face  down  in  the  harbor.  ❞

She’d given herself three days, and three days she would adhere to. She replenished her wardrobe, packed away the candy bright gowns and donned darker, more sedate colors - though the cut of the clothing was no less revealing. She visited Kaz’s tattooist ‘friend’ in the Lid and obtained two new tattoos; the black of the Dregs symbol on her forearm distracted from the pale orange flame on the corner of her wrist. An advantage to being Corporalnik; the tattoo is already fully healed by the time she finally enters the Crow Club.

There’s a stillness, a silence to her now that she didn’t have before; in a deep blue gown instead of her previous normal of riotous pink, she seems a shadow of her former self. She’s at his side three days to the heartbeat that he’d approached her. “Lucky for you, I’m difficult to kill. Hate for you to have wasted all that kruge you gave me.” She turns her forearm toward him, flashing the crow and cup now under her skin. “I’m all yours now. Make me your monster, Kaz Brekker.”

#rietveild #( been sitting on that last line for literally a month ) #( -vibrates fast enough to shatter glass- i am excited a normal amount ) #we don't believe in the same things :: after ravka #i'm just trying to get to the truth :: responses #get in and bluff for a few minutes :: queue

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what colour is most like how it feels to be loved by you?

gray

it's not easy to be loved by you, you can be a tough pill to swallow sometimes. you do care about your loves, but it's hard for you to show it. it's easy for you to break hearts, and that can scare your loves. sometimes your love isn't a good enough reason for people to stick around, but that doesn't really bother you all that much. i really hope that you find the person who sees your love and thinks "that's the most beautiful thing i've ever seen".

tagged by: @lantsovheir​ tagging: anyone who hasn’t yet pls

#( dash games ) #i just won a staring contest with a turtle :: ooc #( yeah accurate tbh ) #get in and bluff for a few minutes :: queue

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solsnkta​:

“ Practice? ” Oh, she hates the way her voice just cracked. Alina tries to cover it up with a cough, though the incredulous look remains firmly in her expression. Just how many people know about her feelings for Mal? And does Nadya really think she’s never…? Alina scoffs quietly. “ I know how to kiss someone. But I don’t have a sweetheart. ”

She nearly laughs at Alina’s reaction. Cute. “Never hurts to perfect your technique. And I’ve had a lot of practice myself.” Her eyes rake down and then back up Alina. A diamond in the very rough, but there’s potential there. “You certainly don’t have a sweetheart with that attitude. Not to worry, we can fix that.”

#solsnkta #( she's so mean i'm sorry ) #this rush week is torture :: college #i'm just trying to get to the truth :: responses #get in and bluff for a few minutes :: queue

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@infernil​ :: continued from

marie shrinks back as if she’s been burned. sometimes, the other etherealki ask her if it hurts any less to be scorched after so many years.  the truth is, it hurts even worse, now. it is not just the searing of flesh, but the breaking of a trust. the thing that has been her constant companion turning on her to inflict pain. she knows she needs to respect nadya’s boundaries, but she can’t help but feel as though she’s being swatted away like an irksome fly.  ❛  i’m trying to help!  ❜ she spits, unable to keep away the insecure frustration. ❛  if we don’t treat that wound, it’s only going to get worse.  ❜

It’s not the burn itself that hurts. She’s been burned before, still has the scar on her arm, and she’s suffered a lot worse in the interim. Getting caught by Marie’s fire is far from the most physically painful thing she’s gone through - that privilege goes to the bullet that tore through her shoulder during a Barrel scuffle. What hurts is the reminder of the other Inferni in her life, the one she lost, the one whose loss ended her life as she knew it. “I can handle it,” she snaps back, not looking at Marie. “I may not be a natural Healer but I’m good enough.” If her hands are shaking, it’s in Marie’s best interest not to comment.

#infernil #( marie knowing zina tho oh no ) #we don't believe in the same things :: after ravka #i'm just trying to get to the truth :: responses #get in and bluff for a few minutes :: queue