#Vasya Rambles

[vasyandii]

This is how me and my mutuals look interacting with each other’s content

#art #mutuals #i love my mutuals #shitpost #vasya rambles

[lycanthian]

havent drawn much today but heres tiger

#gamey rambles #gamey art #gameyocs #oc: vasya makarov #yes this is a screenshot from a shared web canvas thats why the quality sucks ass

[badartxd]

I’m crawling up walls exorcist style so I decided to draw my Amell’s family - Revka (the insufferable herbo who **will** fight you, most likely), Daravas (First of Clan Lavellan , lover of lore and shenanigans), and the Creature herself, Vasylysa Amell. Tried my best to put her into a more child friendly expensive outfit.

This is a Sad Image bc while it has a loving family, it’s probably depicting the year Vasya gets whisked off to the Circle *and* has Daravas in Marcher nobility clothes bc sticking around Kirkwall did come with strings attached, even if the Amells have gone through with a lot of “concessions” after Leandra’s eloping.

Revka’s immediate family did try their best in being accepting towards her choice and were doting on the grandkid, while Revka herself made an effort to learn to speak Elvhen at home, which is the language Daravas and Vasya stuck to, and ruffled a lot of feathers by choosing to raise her child outside of the Chantry’s directives.

….. that didn’t really work in her favour when Vasya entered the system.

#badart rambles #art #my art #my oc #oc #oc:vasya #Warden Amell #oc:Revka #oc:Daravas #honestly Vasya is my 1 OC with good parents and a good (albeit) short childhood ha ha

[percysheliey]

reading the bear and the nightingale never listening to reviews again i remember people say omg it’s so slow and it’s so boring because of it! i’m 200 pages in and loving it

#also the big bad antagonist destroying connection to our roots being the blonde haired blue eyed priest … #like love that #i was so wary of reading it because everyone used to say it’s so slow! it takes forever to get into the crutch of the story #but i’m having fun ! the vibes ! the demons ! vasya! #critique of the church ! the priest blantantly stating his job was to i still fear of god ! #using god to control people ! #love love love #rosie rambles

[karmatheprowlthra]

Apologies if today's post sounds like insane rambling. 3.5 hours of sleep and a long day of the army ruining my mood have not been fantastic for my mental health x3 Today I think I'm gonna talk about Karma's main snak Space! He was mentioned in the last post under the name Vasya, so if you're confused, don't you worry! Since it's a long post, I'm gonna put it under a cut x3

This is Vasya Kayashi! His nickname is Space because he has ADHD and has a lot of trouble focusing on any specific subject for too long. You could say he spaces out *wheeze* Okay sorry, bad joke. Space stands at 5'9" or 1.75 meters tall. He weighs about 170lbs, mostly muscle and a lil bit of chub (he cuddly boi :3). He is a sand cat, particularly known as a Runecian sand cat because that's where he is from. Like Karma, he (and everyone else in my worldbuilding) has a different anatomy than you might see most of the time, but lacks most of the abilities that the bigger felines like Karma have. Space, like Karma, is a soldier by trade! Being much smaller, he is far less aggressive than his large companion, but also far more methodic with his work. While Karma uses his strength to outright destroy his enemies, Space prefers to engage them from medium distance, or in ambush attacks.

Space's personality is a blend between introvert and extrovert. If he gets to know you well, he will happily talk your ear off about both his favorite subjects and yours. He loves to hear about the stories and things that people create, and enthusiastically encourages you to make the best that you can! However, if he doesn't know you well, he'll be very hesitant to engage in a conversation. He hates talking to authority figures aside from Karma, it gives him butterflies in his tummy.

Space is fond of video games, indoor rock climbing, writing and playfully fighting with others. He also enjoys betting, particularly with small prizes like who pays for dinner one night while everyone is on leave! He strongly dislikes tomatoes, excessive amounts of melted cheese, useless military regulation and running. Space was raised in the suburbs of his desert city and lived a relatively sheltered life. He decided at 17 years old that the military life was something he wanted to pursue and enlisted, joining the new specialized corps that were being introduced at the time. By sheer luck, he was assigned under Karma's leadership! The big feline quickly took Space under his wing, adopting him as a tiny and protecting him fiercely (I have some cute art I will share soon :3). At 19 years old, Space has served dutifully for upwards of two years. He has had many close calls that flare Karma's protective instincts, most notable of which was an encounter with an IED that left a deep scar over Space's right eye. The little sand cat was traumatized by the event, but ultimately recovered thanks to Karma's comforting and some quick medical treatment. Space is Karma's go-to snak for multiple reasons, among them being:

Space is a very tasty boi

Space needs comforting and seeks out Karma almost nightly, resulting in him having more belly time than every other Karma snak combined. The warmth and soft cozy flesh feel like a very comfortable weighted blanket to him, and he cozies right up without a care in the world :3

Space likes to squirm and massage Karma's soft tum from the inside, knowing how Karma enjoys internal belly rubs

Space is by far the least likely to complain if Karma eats him unwarranted. Even annoyance will quickly dissolve into purrs and nuzzles once he relaxes into the warm soft fleshy muscle!

That's about it for a simple description! Feel free to ask questions if you wish :3

(Important note! None of my characters respond well to teasing, and any preyish characters tend to be prey only to my other characters unless I know whoever wishes to do the nomming thoroughly! Please get to know me first if you wish to nom/be nommed by anyone uwu Also please refrain from making comments regarding these characters too vorish, I don't know exactly how to respond-)

#e-a/t #extreme cuddling #nsx vore #eaten alive trope #nonsexual vore #aiyk worldbuilding #Karma's Characters #OC: Space

[korolnichevoya]

@couronnez​ asked: 

There's a letter hidden beneath the stack of papers now thoroughly stored away in the top drawer of Nikolai's desk. Shuffled between nonchalant conversations and amicable exchanges was Vasily's last goodbye.

Kolya,

I know we haven't been very kind to each other lately. I remember times, before my military service, in which things were different and I long for those now that things are the way they are. I could ramble about the shatters of our brotherly relationship for hours probably, given you have enough kvas to keep me drunk enough to do so but that's not the point. Ravka is at war. The world is changing, you told me it is and I realize only now what that truly means. It means one of us might die before their time and in the unfortunate event of that being me, well congrats, you have received this letter you little shit. Have fun at being Tsar, I was scared of the position and the power that comes with anyway. It was... restrictive. I'd rather have moved to the countryside and bred horses. I guess you would rather be at sea but such is the burden of a prince, huh? Anyway, is it too late to say that I love you, bro? I do. You matter. You aren't nothing to me. You never were. Please forgive me for not being the brother I should have been, I made mistakes and I stand by them. I will miss you, Kolya.

With all my heart,

Your dumb big brother,

Vasya

                 THE  LETTER       had  gotten  lost .  unbeknownst  to  him .  in  the  scramble  of  the  last  few  months  to  a  year       (       the  death  of  his  brother ,  the  exile  of  his  parents ,  a  civil  war ,  becoming  a  demon  and  then  a  king       )       dealing  with  the  minutiae  of  making  the  spaces  of  the  grand  palace  his  own  had  been  the  last  thing  on  his  mind .  it’s  only  now ,  months  after  his  coronation ,  he’s  even  able  to  start  cleaning  out  the  desks  that  have  become  entirely  too  overflowed . 

                he  is  careless  with  it  at  first ,  most  things  for  his  father  and  long  inconsequential ,  and  by  and  large  things  he  has  no  interest  reading  from  the  previous  king  of  ravka  anyway .  so  the  non - descript  letter  almost  slips  past  his  notice .  and  then  the  tail  end  of  a  word  catches  his  eye :       - ya      .  he  looks  at  it .  his  name ,  his        NICKNAME       .  and  more ,  in  his  brother’s  hand .  he  frowns  and  sits ,  the  letter  opener  slicing  it  open  neatly  and  he  unfolds  the  letter . 

                his  eyes  flow  over  the  page ,  something  tightening  in  his  chest  with  each  line ,  until ,  nearing  the  end ,  there  are  tears  streaming  unbidden  down  his  cheeks .  one  hand  is  gripping  it  so  hard ,  the  paper  begins  to  crinkle  and ,  with  the  edge  of  fear ,  he  loosens  his  grip ,  smoothing  it  quickly .  he  swallows  thickly ,  scrubs  the  tears  from  his  face . 

                ❝    oh  vasya . . .    ❞  a  breath  shudders  into  his  lungs  and  he  swallows  back  a  sob .  ❝    i  love  you .       i  love  you      .  you  idiot ,  i  love  you . . .    ❞  and  he  gives  up  the  fight ,  lets  his  forehead  press  into  his  palm  and  allows  the  sobs  take  him . 

#[ nl. answers ] #couronnez #ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ℝ𝔸𝕍𝕂𝔸 { v: 2 } #|| ouch :)

[kalloway]

nobody cares about ocs, but may i present u this genshin oc? lmao

this is Vasilisa’s brother, Nikolev. they... do not get along. At all.

#genshin impact #genshin oc #genshin impact oc #oc #sketch #delete later #myart #honestly vasilisa's entire 'plotline' is just one big warning about the dangers of Vision envy lmao #Nikolev is like THE main antagonist of her 'story' I'm working on because he's just like completely delusional #but anyway his design is up in the air - I should really stop going with all the initial designs I come up with tbh #everyone says not to do that but i mean... I excel at *not* doing things *I* tell myself let alone others lmao so u know #we'll see #it's so poorly drawn but he has a Geo vision btw - u may think 'what does he have to do with Vision envy if he has one?' #imagine being so completely and utterly convinced someone doesn't deserve the Vision they have - that they're unworthy no matter what #that's his big issue with it - he doesn't think Vasya deserves her Vision and he's hellbent on 'revenge' for his own fictitious issue #it's a wild trip let me tell u but I should stop rambling about ocs no one cares about lmao sorry

[ponyo2008]

I like alina 😐🤐

#she has that really overused ya protagonist personality where shes like witty and clumsy and a lil weird but ultimately hot and fun #nearly all female ya protagonists from books that were written in 2008-2014 have that personality #its a little boring but i dont mind it that much #i like vasya bc shes a lil different a lil insane and raw and wild and not good at dealing with ppl but deeply unabashedly good #shes not very nice but shes kind #im rambling sorry i need to reread twt even though i *just* read it #mine #dl

[atimefordragons]

RADIUM F

☾♔; July 26, 2020 ☾♔; 8:40am ☾♔; sotd: Hoax (Taylor Swift) ☾♔; cotd: Hinata Shouyo ☾♔; WRC & Related ☾♔; idk, rambles? whatever

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: The original name of Polonium-210

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【𝕀ℕ𝕊ℙ𝕆 ℂℝ𝔼𝔻】@ queen-rhaenyra I was originally gonna do a high fashion layout, but then I decided to try for that collage overlay thing in my edits and this set of Lunes' {https://urstyle.fashion/styles/2463605} but I failed. Oh well, whatever.

This set is inspired by this old draft I found where I was writing about the incident when Nika first started falling for Vera, and also Vasya poisoned her at the time. I'll finish writing it eventually. Idk. Kinda missing Rustavya, might bring it back for something, idk.

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I feel a lot better now. Cried, ate a shawarma and an ice capp (seriously Tims, that stuff is just chef's kiss), talked about my feelings, took a long bath, painted my nails, didn't sleep all night. I feel good. A little petty, but good. I cleaned out a lot of old likes and items - sorry for suddenly giving y'all notes on old sets, I accidentally unliked some sets I didn't mean to. But yeah, I feel good. Gonna try to convince my dad to go to niagara after all. There's a lot of good security measures in place, and in some area's, they'll provide you with masks. I just wanna look at the water and buy something expensive and pointless. And also I need to fix my sleep cycle. I can't go to sleep until at least 10pm.

#urstyle #misc layout #art set #mine #wrc #for the crown #rustavya #venera i #nikita yusupov #Moodboards #moodboard #vasya nikolayevich #preamble ramble 2.0

[vasyandii]

@/Callofdudes made an apology.

Not only did they fail to address what they did so other people are aware, their initial response to being called out is dismissive and condescending.

Their statement of "wanting to remain neutral" is out of the discussion. Racism is not a matter of opinion or neutrality and engaging in or condoning such behaviour cannot be justified under the guise of neutrality. It's crucial to recognize that discussions about racism and harmful stereotypes have been prevalent in various circles for the past four years. Claiming ignorance or unawareness in this context is not a valid excuse.

From what I've seen in the replies, it's Non-black people insisting that this person is forgiven. IT IS NOT UP TO YOU TO DECIDE THAT. That apology is not meant for you, you don't have the jurisdiction to thank them for apologizing and should not be forgiving on behalf of the offended party. An apology that feels so Overgeneralized comes off as disingenuous.

I'm not Black, I will never understand what it's like to be a Black person. If you are willing to correct/educate me on matters in regards to this, my replies and DMs are always open; I want to learn. If my knowledge is not accurate, I will take this down upon request.

#Vasya rambles #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #freakazoid archives #cod headcanons #headcanons #cod

[shadowtearling]

i realize books that are really atmospheric that you get lost in the feel of it are not... my jam lol i’m definitely a character/plot person over the atmosphere or feel of the world

#so like books like bone gap or the spellbook of the lost and found or even the beast is an animal are all good examples #of this big atmosphere to the point where it feels hazy and like there's constant fog while ur reading #and while i think they excelled in those things #i can't say those books are faves bc i wanted so much more out of them than what i got #jane unlimited is cool and a great concept but i was barely attached to the characters that it was almost overwhelming #how much the concept took over and didn't let much else speak for themselves #even the ocean at the end of the lane like that's also fucking wild and atmospheric but i rarely remember it #because the characters or the plot took a backseat to the feeling of the novel and the setting #this is different from like fantasy worldbuilding i love learning about those things #BUT if i love a character or the plot i would love the book automatically #like the bear and the nightingale has a great atmosphere but i love vasya more than that #spinning silver has that quality of forgetfulness? idk if that makes sense but i also just fucking loved miryem and irina so much #OOH i think we are okay is the exception! the atmosphere of that is quiet heartbreak and angry grief #AND I LOVE IT a whole lot for those things #maybe the book thief counts? but like... that book is just good lmao #the raven cycle has great atmosphere but ultimately the characters are the reason i love that series #im rambling now lmao but yeah #pennies for my thoughts

[badartxd]

This has literally taken me a couple of weeks now, which is funny bc it was initially going to be a doodley comic but I ended up having fun with the lighting and then procrastinating on drawing Zevran’s fire and rendering his face for 2 days instead… so yeah. I’ll ramble a bunch now.

So! Pardon the jumbled words but this has lived in my head rent free for a month at least! Vasylysa isn’t suuuuper stoked to be out of her element and around so many people she’s unused to, and gets through the first few weeks avoiding socializing with her teammates, aside from maybe Barkspawn. She does, however, like observing, and spends quite a bit of time off to the edge of camp taking little notes and doodling things around her. (Which is also why her image is so much darker! She sits away from the fire, at the tree line.) Which…. Admittedly kinda creepy maybe, but I don’t reckon the Circle is well known for good social skills, especially for ND mages. She is content with staying unseen and minding her business, and captures some things from around camp - Alistair dozing off with Barkspawn, lulled to sleep by Leliana’s songs (I think it’d be of some comfort, given his upbringing. Also Vasya is guilty of that too, Ferelden is rubbing off on her), Morrigan reading what seems to be a grimoire(where did it come from?), Leliana jamming to some tunes with the Fat Lute they picked up from Bodahn(you can really hear the Orlesian in her singing voice), Sten looking over the fire with a bit of a softer, more melancholic and introspective expression than he usually permits (he must miss home, surely), and the newcomer rogue… he almost looks… sad? Which nearly catches her off guard, given his outwardly disposition the past few days. The doodle comes out almost automatically, as she looks up and back down at the page, adding the finishing touches to the eyes. Once she looks up again, the eyes meet hers, the rogue’s face donning a smirk that almost certainly was not there before.

I’m both uncertain and amused about the face I ended up giving Vasya here - she looks absolutely mortified, and she would be, but by the Maker, she takes things a little too seriously. Also, she should really have known better than to spy on an assassin who also happens to be the only other person in camp who’s capable of seeing in the dark. It’s funny, because in truth, both of them are fairly uneasy in their position, Zevran is just much better at masking it with a smile and a wink. That and the Warden’s reaction itself is hilarious and who knows, perhaps he is also flattered?

Ok thanks for reading here’s a close up xD

#art #badart rambles #my art #my oc #oc #oc:vasya #zevran #zevran arainai #dragon age zevran #dragon age #dragon age origins #DAO #grey warden #warden amell #watch me attempt to describe what’s happening while low on words and weep lads #Morrigan #dragon age morrigan #alistair theirin #dragon age alistair #Leliana #dragon age leliana #sten of the beresaad #dragon age sten #Barkspawn #mabari #dog

[herb-whump]

Vasya: ur my little pogchamp :)

Mikołaj: your little w h a t

#herb rambles #I really need to write more of them bc vasya may be a whumper and a sadistic one at that #but hes also very stupid #and mikolaj hates him #may i also say Vasya has a thick russian accent #it doesnt help Mikołaj also has a thick accent but shshhhh #summer job

[feralrosie]

"holding the other’s chin up" for vasya & kent? 🥰

Thank you babe! Inspired by this ask, this other ask and the absolute fuckery of our Rat Circus server, I give you.... this. Way to go with my first MB fic.

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“Kent!” Vasya called from upstairs, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.” His voice wasn’t loud enough, but he was too busy making sure both Annie and Cass were comfortable in their outfits: a vampire cape for one and bat wings for the other. They looked adorable, and it should be enough for a perfect Halloween night, but Vasya insisted on also having matching costumes with him. 

At least she let him choose his own, although he didn’t put much effort into it. A few weeks ago, when she prompted the topic for the hundredth time, he just said he was going as Apollo. An old, yellowish bedsheet wrapped around his body and some dollar-store props would do the job. So there he was, looking like laundry, holding a plastic lyre and waiting for Vasya. 

She didn’t tell him what was her plan and instead made him wonder for two days how she was going to be dressed. He guessed it would also be some Greek deity. Maybe one of Apollo’s lovers? Hopefully not Daphne. Cyrene would be a better fit. 

“Alright!” She called again, jumping two stairs at a time down to his living room, giggling like a child. Halloween was her favourite holiday, after all. 

But when he turned around, she wasn’t wearing anything like a deity’s outfit. No bedsheet was contouring her body. There were leaves in her hair, but not a flower crown. She was dressed as—

Gods know what.

She had huge black goggles on top of her head, almost lost in the middle of curly hair along with two leaf-shaped antennas. Around her neck, she was wearing the furriest yellow scarf he’d ever seen in his life that matched the equally fluffy outfit. A cream-coloured crop top and shorts with a black pantyhose underneath, and a pair of knee-high hairy socks and matching long gloves. Still chuckling, Vasya turned on her heels, showing him the rest of her costume: huge fuzzy wings on her back. What the fuck.

“What do you think?” She asked.

Kent couldn’t answer. He wasn’t a guy of many words, but somehow he had even fewer ways of describing what he thought of it. “What are you—”

“I’m a moth! Not Mothman, just a regular moth. Vasya Wisemoth, if you will.”

“Why?” He couldn’t stop staring. Somehow, even dressed as an insect, she was still cute, but some primal instinct lost in the depths of the human mind was telling him that he shouldn’t trust her. Vasya was a tiny woman, but as a moth she was giant, and that can’t be right. 

“Oh, you know. You said you were going as Apollo, and by the way, you look great.” He tried to mumble thank you but she kept rambling, “So I thought of going as Daphne, but I don’t want to run from you or turn into a tree, so I thought perhaps Cyrene was a better option. But then I figured, Apollo among other things is the god of light, and moths are drawn to light! Isn’t it funny? Sometimes I have great ideas.”

As she spoke, her hands ran along her body, pointing details of her costume and fixing the fur. She explained what species of moth inspired it, a Venezuelan Poodle Moth, and how she made eighty per cent of the entire thing herself.

Kent approached her, confused but intrigued, and before his fight or flight instinct was triggered, he held her chin up to look at him. His eyes must have been intense as he frowned, since blood rushed to her cheeks as soon as her hazel irises met his. They were so close, enough for her furry scarf to tickle the exposed bits of skin of his chest, and for a moment neither had the courage to speak again. 

“Vasya—” he whispered, thumb almost reaching for her lower lip, and she looked like her heart was racing as much as his own, but his next words would make both of them burst into laughter. “Can I pet you?” 

#mind blind #kzarneki #kent zarneki #Vasya Wiseman #or should i tag #Vasya Wisemoth #Kent is a furry pass it on #i told you it wasn't going to be cursed! #nicknackwiseman #my writing

[softestborgov]

Stars Near and Afar ~ Vasily Borgov x OC

Their every step is made slowly, in no hurry. Ksenia and Vasily each have an arm wrapped around the other’s back, clinging onto each other in the cold as though they would freeze if they let go. Each are cloaked in a fluffy coat, topped with matching ushankas on their heads not quite blocking out cold air stinging their faces. 

They both take notice of the sky above, countless tiny sparkles standing out against the gradient between deep blue and black. Wisps of the sky are tinted, mesmerising as waves or magic currents. Each of the white stars fade, then return to view, twinkling about in place. 

“It’s lovely out here, isn’t it?” Vasily remarks, in a hushed whisper. The same one Ksenia loves hearing - then again, when does she ever not love hearing his voice, especially when they are alone? 

“It is,” hums Ksenia. “The night sky is fascinating...” 

She trails off, her voice fading back into silence, but Vasily doesn’t mind. Perhaps her mind is wandering again. It needs to be free to wander every now and then. 

Not that it makes her company any less of a blessing for him, they don’t have to say a word as long as the other is close by. The two embrace as they saunter about, blanketed under the sky giving way to another world. 

Time stretches on. They don’t know how long has passed, nor do they care to find out. Underneath their coats, and warmth spread about from the other, the constraint of time or discomfort slips away. 

But another shadow lurks behind. Unpleasant thoughts of stress and pressure still have yet to depart from Vasily. They’ve drifted off enough to fade into a blur, though a very real blur nonetheless. Absentmindedly, he heaves out a sigh. 

“What’s wrong, my sunshine?” Ksenia is quick to respond. 

“I don’t know.” It’s a statement Vasily is usually reluctant to admit, regardless of the situation, but around Ksenia he can let down his walls built to hide his doubts. “Maybe all it is, is that chess - and upholding my position in the world of chess - hardly ever seems to leave my mind.” 

It’s Ksenia’s turn to sigh. “I understand... would you like to talk about it?” 

“No,” answers Vasily. He doesn’t mean it to push her away; rather, all that will help right now is an escape. 

“I understand that too,” Ksenia says, kind and gentle as ever. “It’s not quite something you can think about all the time.” 

Vasily feels his face flush as he listens to her honeyed voice, softly spoken, reflecting her amicable soul. Her words are correct as well, now being a time he would rather push the worries around chess aside. 

She returns silent again, to the dismay of part of him, but only briefly. 

“Do you see the stars? And the dozen shades of blue in the sky?” Ksenia rambles with quiet enthusiasm. “Look, Vasya, look!” 

As though in a snap, Vasily fixes his gaze on the stars. Before each one can fade from view it returns brighter. Countless delightful specks sprinkle the sky, their luminous white clear against a dark abyss. 

He finds himself smiling. The wisps of clouds - not quite opaque, grey against midnight blue - catch his eye again. 

“Dearest, do you see the clouds? As slow as they are, they’re moving,” he murmurs. 

“They are! They do move!” replies Ksenia, her voice still hushed yet raspy and excited. "I wonder where they’re headed? Are they from elsewhere? Do they travel to send messages, or to return spirits home?” 

Vasily hasn’t thought about it that way. It’s fascinating, all of Ksenia’s whimsical ideas are. Much of his usual thinking is bureaucratic, merely drawn from fact - but the imagination of his beloved captivates him, it draws up a new, refreshing dimension within his mind. 

It’s not long until he adds on to her concept. “Maybe the clouds do both. Maybe little spirits travel on them, carrying their messages to our world along the way, before returning home.” 

“And the spirits’ home is among the stars!” Ksenia chirps. 

The pair share a laugh. It’s not the kind of laughter upon being told a joke; it’s a rarer kind, for the midst of a carefree, joyful moment. 

Ksenia then speaks up again, in a sweet whisper reserved only for Vasily. “You know... you’re still my sunshine even after the sun has gone down.” 

He swears his heart could overflow with the intangible, fuzzy warmth that is love, his love for her. She adores him too, and all they share means everything. In this moment, blanketed under radiant stars beside his beloved, Vasily finds nothing can trouble him.

#i'm so proud of this hhhh #these two are the softest #mine #writing #oneshot #oc ksenia koltovskaya #vasily borgov #ksenia x borgov #the queens gambit #the queen's gambit #tqg #tqg fanfiction

[words-writ-in-starlight]

33, 23 and 24 for Vasya/Morozko- Thanks!

Hey, I bet you thought I forgot about this ask meme!  I did not!

23) How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

I actually wrote, like, a whole plotless 4K ramble about this if you want the extended version, but the TL;DR of it all goes like this.

Morozko always loves to pick Vasya up–he loves the way it makes her laugh and cling to him.  When he does, Vasya likes to lean up and kiss his jaw, so that he looks down at her and she can steal a kiss from his lips.  Morozko never really masters flirting as a concept–he’s too direct, too serious–so his thing is gifts.  He brings Vasya jewelry and blankets, fine tack for Solovey and cloaks worth their weight in gold, and Vasya lets him because his satisfaction at seeing her in his gifts is so obvious.  Also, she can admit that the house at the bend of the lake was a little bare before Morozko began bringing things for her to add, so she’s willing to kill two birds with one stone.

24) Any doubts about the relationship?

Tons, but they generally don’t line up between them.  Morozko worries all summer, about Vasya’s safety as she expands her domain as witch of the woods, about her ties to Medved, about anything that occurs to him.  It’s blunted, when he’s away from her, but it’s still there.  Once she begins serving as an advisor to Dmitrii, Morozko worries about that too–whether she might be betrayed by the Grand prince, or if Dmitrii might try to push Vasya into a marriage suited to the sister of a prince’s brother.  He tries not to wonder if Vasya will be charmed by the riches of Moscow, the nearness of her sister and the presence of her people.  If she asked him to come to the city, Morozko would do it–he already does sometimes–but he doesn’t remotely know what he would do if she stayed for good.

Vasya worries that Morozko might grow bored with her, and she tries not to–winter is not known for loyalty, but death is honest and reliable, and Vasya thinks that if she were likely to cross a line so dire that Karachun would fall out of love with her, stealing a soul right out of his hands would have done it.  She worries about Medved, whether her deal with the Bear might someday grate so badly on Morozko that he can no longer tolerate it.  (Morozko worries about Medved too, that the jealousy that has always crawled in Medved’s heart might drive him again to take his brother’s most cherished treasure, deal or no.)

Fortunately, their worries about each other are generally received with blank bemusement, or, occasionally, outright laughter.  Morozko is older than Rus’, and Vasya is the most fascinating creature he has ever met–grow bored?  He can’t imagine it.  Vasya, leave her freedom for the heavy smoke and beautiful walls of Moscow?  She would kill someone.

It doesn’t make the doubts melt away, but it does make them lighter to carry.

34) What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions?

I sort of already covered this, but: Morozko can and will give Vasya anything he even idly thinks that she might enjoy at any time, for any reason, including “he saw it.”  She had to put her foot down about fine clothing and jewelry, or else he would have her dressed as a prince at all times, and a queen whenever he could manage it.  Vasya’s favorite gifts from him are the ones he had a hand in making, whether by hand or magically–a delicately engraved wooden comb cared with his own hands, the green stone necklace, a tiny statue of a horse made of unmelting ice, half covered in feathers and about to leap into the air.

Vasya’s gifts are different–there’s no point in riches and finery with Morozko, and even if there was, she doesn’t have a fraction of his wealth.  Vasya brings fresh flowers through Midnight for the house in the pines, she makes him crowns of snowdrops and weaves crocuses into his hair.  She travels with Morozko during the cold months, to see distant cities and other kingdoms and the sea.  She talks Dmitrii into a Midwinter feast the likes of which hasn’t been thrown in years, and she dances with Morozko in the light of Moscow’s bonfires, laughing as his wild king-self spins her through the snow and kisses her before all the city.

#the winternight trilogy #vasya petrovna #vasilisa petrovna #morozko #otp: as i could #ask meme #headcanon meme #starlight writes stuff #i'm. so invested in the idea of vasya convincing dmitrii to throw a midwinter revel #she tells him that the chyerti would take it as a sign of good faith to have midwinter remembered #that they would be glad to see the winter-king honored #dmitrii agrees--half for the sake of the chyerti and half for the sake of giving his people joy in the dark months #and half for the sake of sasha and of sasha's strange witch sister and of the boy vasilii who never existed #there is some overlap between these halves #most of the muscovites don't know the details and wouldn't know the winter king if he raised the dead in front of them #but dmitrii does and he thinks quietly that vasya looks much like sasha when she smiles #a queue we will keep and our honor someday avenge #aelinarcheron7 #asked and answered #winternight