#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa
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Have you Been Naughty or Nice?
Swiped from @lil-kissy
“Serafina, you’re new here. You should go first!”
“Okay. Who’s next?”
“Estrella said we’re going to be going from newest muse to oldest this year.”
“Oh, that’d be me!”
There's a reason Santa created a Naughty List. And you're just one of those reasons, Serafina.
“Seriously?!”
“This thing isn’t always right. It put Ghost on the naughty list for slacking off at work last year... And it doesn’t have a job.”
Annabelle, you must have been EXTRA nice this year. Santa has a smiley face next to your name on the Nice List!
“Hooray! I want a doll.”
Way to help that old lady, Valeriya. Santa will certainly add you to the Nice List this year.
I must say, Ekaterina. You've really improved last year's performance and made the cut on the Nice List!
“Yay!”
Wow Dmitri, rescuing those Orphans from that burning building got you a free ride on Santa's Nice List for years to come!
“That’s nice... But I haven’t saved anyone from a burning building.”
“See what I mean by this not always being right?”
Little ghost, you must have been EXTRA nice this year. Santa has a smiley face next to your name on the Nice List!
Aleksei, you REALLY put ex-lax in Santa's cookies?! Don't expect to see your name on the Nice List anytime soon.
“No I didn’t!”
“Press the button again.”
Ho ho ho! Nice try, Aleksei. Thought you could slip one past the Big Guy, huh? Naughty.
“I didn’t, really!”
Aleksei, do you really think Santa is unaware of your inappropriate Facebook posts? Naughty.
“WHAT THE HELL IS ‘FACEBOOK’?”
*Snickering*
“It’s just a game, Aleksei. Don’t worry about it.”
“And don’t laugh at him, Ekaterina.”
“My turn!”
Dyanna, shouldn’t you be working, instead of surfing the web during office hours…?
NAUGHTY LIST FOR YOU!
“I’m only eleven, I don’t have a job!”
Hmmmm... you've got a couple weeks left to redeem yourself, Elias. Right now, you are on the Naughty List!
“Alrighty... Will do.”
... 👀
“Can I try?”
“Have at it, little guy.”
In the words of Larry David, you've been "pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty good" this year.
🎉
#🎄 Merry Christmas!#Muse chat#🌠 Her Heart and Hopes as Vast as the Sky (Dyanna)#🍂 Autumn Blossoms (Serafina)#🎐 Daughter of the wind (Annabelle)#🌟 Starlight; star bright (Valeriya)#🪆 The loveliest rose of Summer (Ekaterina)#🐦 The First Fledgling of Winter (Dmitri)#👻 The years that pass will never make it grow (Little ghost)#🪔 Dreaming of lilies and blueberries (Aleksei)#🌒 The Shadow Weaver (Elias)#👩🦰 Gennadiya; Mama#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa#🎅 Santa Sobakin#Faceclaim: Ellis#Faceclaim: Briar Rose/Princess Aurora#Faceclaim: Princess Odette#Faceclaim: Hannah Morgan#Faceclaim: Bucky Orson#Faceclaim: Bell Cranel#☄️ Beloved Baby Brother (Ieronim)
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@lil-kissy
There’s more than enough space in the Sobakins’ home for a little orphan girl or two, and Kisara gets along with the kids, so why not?
They’ve gotta dress pale Kisara in dark clothes so she doesn’t get lost in snowy forest around Duva.
#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa#Dash games#lil-kissy#The Otkazat’sya (OOC)#(Went to edit the first one but accidentally deleted it...)
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*points at Sergei*
“Yes?”
...
“Oh, alright.”
#👁️🗨️ Dash comm#👻 The years that pass will never make it grow (Little ghost)#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa#sins of the sea#🎄 Merry Christmas!#(Sergei ain't fat either)#(But he's at least bearded and old[ish])#Muse chat#🎅 Santa Sobakin
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Dmitri: *points his bow at crows eating the neighbor's pumpkins*
Sergei: You should just yell at them, it would have the same effect without running the risk of losing or breaking a perfectly good arrow.
Gennadiya: Crow pot pie go brrrr
#Incorrect quotes#🌬️ Son of the Wind (Dmitri)#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa#👩🦰 Gennadiya; Mama#Before the Full Moons Rise (Book one)#writblr#writing#Writing WIP
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“Do you have something against me, Estrella?”
Nahhh :P But it seems my lucky quarter does
“Your… Lucky quarter?”
Yep! I flip a coin whenever I have to make a decision and I can’t decide what to do, and for some reason, it always lands on the worst option for you...
“Hm. That’s odd... A coin can’t possibly hold a grudge.”
... And Grisha too
...?!
“DON'T YOU DARE-!”
#(Too late; bud kjslgf)#(I’ve already bumped him off)#(If he hadn’t died; though; the kids would have)#(YOUR kids)#Weaver of words; spinner of stories (OOC)#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa#Mun n muse chat#Before duology#🌬️ Grisha; uncle#(That first icon of Sergei looks so different from the rest because I just stumbled across it on the Discovery page one day)#(So it doesn't look as much like him as it would have had I made it)#(Also I'm only now realizing how few Picrews there are to make men with)#(Especially older bearded men like Sergei)#(Picrews for women?)#(Plenty!)#(Picrews for children?)#(I'M UP TO MY EYEBALLS IN 'EM)#(Picrews for men?)#(*crickets*)
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Whenever Dmitri dozed off on the couch, Sergei would carry him to bed. Being as light a sleeper as he is, Dima always woke up, but he pretended to be asleep because Sergei, who usually doesn’t give physical affection to anyone but Gennadiya, will tuck him in, and, if he’s lucky, give him a kiss on the head
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What Type of Dad are You Based on What You Wear to the Barbecue?
My dad :D
You are my dad, you're my dad! Boogie woogie woogie. Congratulations, you're my dad! You might not have the best style at the barbecue but you sure know how to fix stuff and you bring good food every time. You make good conversation and you're third in line for the chef position but you're probably making and/or eating appetizers.
The stylish dad
Congratulations, you're the best dressed at the barbecue! Maybe a little overdressed but hey, no one's complaining. Just be careful not to get any hot sauce on that fancy shirt of yours. You probably have an office job or something to be able to afford all those fancy clothes and bring expensive foods to the barbecue.
My dad :D
You are my dad, you're my dad! Boogie woogie woogie. Congratulations, you're my dad! You might not have the best style at the barbecue but you sure know how to fix stuff and you bring good food every time. You make good conversation and you're third in line for the chef position but you're probably making and/or eating appetizers.
The classic dad
Congratulations! You're the classic dad. You're the guy that pops into everyone's head when they hear the word "dad". You're the most prolific of the dads. You love steak, you love barbecues and you love sitting around sleeping on a lawn chair. You probably organized this barbecue in the first place and made sure you're the one on chef duty.
#🎖️ (Un)Familiar face (Basil; father)#🌬️ Grisha; uncle#🧜🏽♂️ Pedro; papi#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa#Dash games#(Why does Sergei look so effin' scary in that icon???)#(sjkfsdhjg)
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Dmitri’s tag dump
#🌬️ Son of the Wind (Dmitri)#👧🏻 The rose that blooms in the frost (Ekaterina; sister)#👩🦰 Gennadiya; mama#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa#🐺 Puppy Pakhta#👱♀️ Hair of gold; heart of gold (Valeriya)#🌓 By Light of the Moons and Stars#🗡️ Soldier of the Second Army#🏡There’s No Place Like Home#🌬️ Grisha; uncle#Dmitri Sobakin
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Sergei is like your crazy uncle from Alabama who sleeps with a shotgun within arm’s reach and will probably shoot a guy for flirting with his wife.
#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa#The Otkazat’sya (OOC)#(Sergei says second amendment all the way)#(Not really but he most definitely would if he was a Yankee)#(American or not though he was a patriot to the very end)#Tw guns
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Ghostly Guardian
Dmitri couldn’t ignore the vibrations of heavy footsteps walking around in the front room. Heavy, steady, purposeful. Like Papa’s had been.
He slipped out of bed, pulled on the sweater he’d dumped on the footboard, and crept out of the room, glancing back at Ekaterina to make sure he hadn’t woken her.
Someone was definitely in the house. He was moving back and forth, the swinging lantern light moving with him.
It was difficult to tell from where he was, but Dmitri could make out that the man was tall and broad, and that he had a dog with him.
He crept closer.
It was Papa and Pakhta! But it couldn’t be. Papa and Pakhta were dead...
He opened his mouth to call out, but Papa pulled the front door open and stepped out, the lantern vanishing with him as he closed it behind him.
Before he could think, Dmitri darted after him, not bothering to close the door as he left.
Papa had reached the tree line by the time Dmitri spotted him again.
Papa! He called, dashing towards him.
The word was familiar. He could shape it in his lips easily, even if he couldn’t hear what he said.
Papa!
The brambles and branches tore at his skin and clothes. For every step he took, it seemed Papa took two.
Papa!
Papa had vanished between the trees. Dmitri cursed his deafness. If he could hear, he could have followed the sound of Papa’s footsteps through the forest.
Papa! He called again, darting in the direction he thought Papa might have gone.
He burst into a clearing. The snow was undisturbed. A dead tree leaned precariously to one side, and a line of stones as black as the sky above him jutted from the snow.
The clearing was unfamiliar; if he had ever seen a place like this, he surely would have remembered.
He was lost.
His socks were soaked through. In his haste, he hadn’t thought to put on his shoes or even a coat. He shivered, reigning in the icy, biting wind to barely a light breeze.
He had to get home. The wolves would surely tear him apart if he stayed in the woods; an unarmed, freezing child would be laughably easy prey to them.
He scanned his surroundings, but nothing looked familiar or distinctive. It was just trees, trees, and even more trees. His best bet was to turn back the way he came.
But the further he wandered, the more lost he got. Eventually, with frost forming in his lashes and barely-restrained tears freezing on his face, he found an outcropping of rock, and he huddled under it.
The wind began to pick up, even as he tried to hinder it.
He soon gave up. He’d try to fall asleep, and find his way back home in the morning.
Just as he was about to drift off, he heard something. A voice. Deep, warm, familiar.
He heard it!
“Straight past the dead tree.”
He looked around. A fallen tree lay nearby, its trunk and branches blackened as if burned. The wind picked up again, almost a gale, pushing him in the direction the tree pointed.
But its bite was gone. Its sharp chill was dulled, and it seemed to be insisting he go the way it blew.
So he followed. Time passed by in a blur of trees and snow, and Dmitri only kept his eyes ahead.
It wasn’t long before home came into view. The gale died down, and Dmitri broke into a run.
As his hand wrapped around the doorknob, an invisible hand caressed his cheek, and ghostly lips pressed to his forehead, along with the familiar scratchiness of a thick beard.
“The living can’t go where I’m going. Stay here for your mother and Ekaterina.”
#🐺 Muse Dmitri#🧔🏻 Sergei; Papa#Drabble#Fullmetal Alchemist#The Grishaverse#Daphne's art#Estrella's art
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New puppy!
#🐺 Muse Dmitri#👩🦰 Gennadiya; mama#👧🏻 Ekaterina; sister#🧔🏻 Sergei; papa#🐺 Puppy Pakhta#🎭 Visuals#Estrella's art#Fullmetal Alchemist RP#Grishaverse RP
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I was scrolling through the Picrew discovery page, and I found Sergei!
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