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Alexei had been out of the palace for years, all the way back in Alexander for sometime and spending the summers in Lividia. The usual pretty much for him, with the exception of no parents. Ever. Maybe that was why it felt so good to come here, here he wasn’t alone, there were people here, good people. He’s older now, solid 14 now, decked out in dress uniform for his regiment, only the best for his Grandmama. ‘Grandmama!’ He runs to her, actually slips and slides for a second, and then lands in her arms, chuckling about the fact he almost fell.’ God, god I’ve missed you, how have you been, oh god..’ He didn’t want to ever let go.

              when he almost slips, her eyes widen, old lips taut with tension - but he falls into her arms, and beneath her throaty groan of strain, a joyous laugh emerges, fluttering from her heart, gurgling like an echo in a well. hands folded over his head, she presses her head to the crook of his neck, before she fervently kisses his cheek       ❝       oh, my darling, my little one !   i have missed you too, oh how i have thought of you every day. you and --      ❞       the others. her tongue mistepped, an adult greeting for a little boy. she expertly pivots, gracefully raising her voice once more, tilting his head down to look up at his water-coloured eyes.   ❝         and look how much you’ve grown ! you’re taller than i !   ❞      

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❝         what is that sound i hear ?     ❞       the empress called, the ornate hall humming with her powerful anticipation. it was her grandson returning - nikita had told her, and amidst all her work, she would lay back in her seat every once in a while and sigh, and think “i miss him dearly” before hurling her mind back to the depths of constitutional law.  ekaterina hurried her pace, sleeves flowing and smile growing. she saw a flash of his golden hair, and her eyes creased with love.              ❝        любимый !  my little one  - there you are !      ❞      

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@purehubris​

            ❝    this was a mess.  ❞    she spoke quickly, and in whatever language she damn well pleased. her work, and HER adjusting to ruling UNDER the will of another had not been easy. she would never - NEVER - have seen that effort tossed aside for the sake of a lovers squabble, nor for any squabble he brought home in his mouth and dropped at her feet.                  o tyrannical child !   o childish tyrant !  you almost led them all astray. 

          ❝     work was halted, and there will be fractious remains of this schism for decades to come. something MUST be done about the insurgents. this cannot go unpunished - i will not allow it. i have had todd draw up an accord of sentences for those involved.                              are you listening ?    ❞    

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you mentioned a sex tape. - radishlover

                her eyes shone with sudden revelation. oh yes !  she put a soft hand on his knee, and squeezed affectionately, before patting him twice - pat pat !        “oh yes !  my dearest, my darling, my little husband - you must watch it with me.”        she rose, levering her weight on his knee, pushing herself up and over to an ornate bookshelf at the side of the fireplace. from a bible, she removed a slip of white paper with a DVD inside, and slipped it into the television.          “there’s a canadian director of whom i am so fond, and he makes these artistic but strange pornographies !   i was in his most recent work  -- or a representation of myself -- and he was quite flattering, really.  i’ve watched this with our sasjenka. when nikita logged on the day after and saw the headlines, he was scandalized. he refused to tell you over text the exact name, for fear you’d look it up. i tried, but my phone is broken.”           LIES !   she pursed her lips, picked up the t.v. remote, and fumbled with a few buttons before the little movie began.       “oh, my love, he was furious. i can’t reveal how much i like it in a public manner, obviously not, but i looked beautiful in it.  i think it has done nothing but bolster my image, if you want to know. oh !! it’s beginning.” 

       she shuffled back to the couch, and sat down beside her humongous pupil, her idol, and put her head on his shoulder.   “i hope you like this - i thought of you when i saw it, and how much it would amuse my darling baby.”

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❝     lucy !  ich habe kein zeit, denn ich have alle dein schreibarbeit !    ❞          einen kussen !  lucifer ist ein frech jung.            ❝     komm her und ich werde eine küssen für dich habe.    ❞      

❝     würdest du mir einen kuss geben, mutti   ?   ich langweile mich.     ❞

@vodked ist mein bester freund.

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i’ve been away for a while,  but i’m getting back into the swing of things. LIKE THIS POST FOR A STARTER.

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outofcharacter; it’s high time i actually made one of these. this blog went through a lot of phases, but you all stuck with me, my disappearances & milady. i feel so honoured & lucky to have the opportunity to be following such amazing people with mind-blowing writing capabilities. i’d have done something more than just this Trash™, but giveaways aren’t my strong point considering how scatterbrained i am & my procrastinating habits; all i can offer you is a huge thank you, my love & maybe a meme or two. but in all seriousness, you make my dash experience better & ily<3

trash squad i’d follow into the dark with like a flashlight & extra batteries bc i fear the dark

@deadwclking / @hclywcrs @reubenstarrick / @wroughtwar @dreadwalking / @retributor / @regiaservitia @honestaas / @invictusmanet / @vicemirrored @ogilmartin @ximisaari @ignatiius / @bxnevolence

whatislovebabydonthurtme.mp3 or actually people whose portrayal, writing, everything slays me

@purehubris @hollyweirdo /  @apexprcdatcr / @lordiism / @purrsuasion / @lcbeau @sharphatter / @aandcuriouser / @fatheredeclaration / @miistiika / @belayaknyazna / @bleedsroses / @weehawken @lctranger @sanctimcnious @chevalierism / @bcnquet / @notrechristened / @majcrandre / @wickedpills / @yekaterinaslav / @devcted / @kaledvoul / @motherdcarest / @aithreachas / @dxdger

& last but not least 

all the p/orn bots / blogs that follow me :’) thank you for giving me hope & fixing my self-esteem every time i get a sudden influx of you <3 :* 

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It’s pretty hard to believe that it’s been almost four and a half months since I began this blog, and how fast it took off. I started from a place I’d been lingering for years, and finally decided to make a leap of faith from Vlad’s previous incarnation to now. There are many people whom came with me, but I’ve also made friends with a lot new people, and that makes me incredibly happy, as well. It’s been a short journey so far on here, but I’m constantly amazed at what happens, and the awesome things that are to come!

Keep reading

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                     did god ever cry over his lost angel, i wonder  ?

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hollyweirdo:

❝      a friend of mine once told me, if you’re ever at a party            or particularly important event … whatever you want to call it                   and you’re reciting an anecdote, if you cannot remember who to attribute it to, you’re supposed to say it’s from oscar wilde.     ❞           john had turned his body towards catherine, effectively blocking himself off from whomever might try to steal his attention,  and had lowered his voice as though he were telling her some fascinating secret. he wasn’t, of course,  but he treated everything he said with the same gravity, the same burgeoning edge of sensation.

  ❝       have you ever heard that advice  …    ?     because i had not. i have not tried it, either, but knowing me, it’ll pop into my head one day      &     i won’t be able to stop myself              i can resist everything except temptation, after all.      ❞       he took a generous sip of his wine      &     a smile tilted sideways on his lips.         ❝      oscar wilde said that.     ❞

@yekaterinaslav ❤ for a starter.

❝      oh ?      ❞      john was a flower, blooming and ripe with thoughts. it was evident in his films, in his personality, in his moustache. every part of him was a deluge of ideas, and she was a clever receptacle, storing away his little sayings and quirks, a photo album made of special moments that only her mind would ever know. ekaterina raised her glass, an amused little smile drawing on her lips, like the opening of stage curtains. she tilted her glass of wine in a grand sort of laugh, and put her other hand on his shoulder. 

❝      yes - but i never remember it in time !  i will say ‘oh, such a man said this’ and my lovely court will say ‘yes, ma’am, but who’ - so i just tell them tolstoy, or trump, based on if i think it’s a good quote or not. i once claimed something to be from the bible, when i knew it was written by beyoncé. but you musn’t breathe a word of that to anyone, alright ?  i’m trusting you with STATE SECRETS, john.      ❞         her hand wafted from his shoulder, to gently poke his chest.  she shut her eyes for a moment, breathing a short sigh of laughter.            ❝      very witty. you and oscar remind me of one another, truthfully. i think it is no coincidence that clever quotes are attributed to him, and the things you say are clever quotes.      ❞    

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he lay down on his side on catherine's desk. "bonjour, mon chéri," he said. he could not recall whether or not she knew french, but he refused to speak russian. no, no, no - it was far too harsh ! "tu as l'air plus gros ! very lovely."

❝        bonjour, ma patron. ça v-       ❞    catherine had already been in the grips of annoyance when he had slinked down onto her desk like a lazy jungle cat, practically purring - and not for the pleasure of her compnay, she was sure, but for the amusement of his own. and then, he had said something he had hoped        ( she knew he hoped it ! )  catherine blinked. 

 ❝         ne sois pas paillard !                       unless you want a lady to squish you beneath her ALLEGEDLY larger self.       ❞       he had just moved down a place on the NAUGHTY list. 

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sugar buddy: your totally platonic rich friend who gives u expensive gifts 

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take me to an art museum and fuck me in the bathroom

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my husband with the heart of a papier-mâché piñata my husband with the heart of a siberian tiger’s jaws

Scherezade Siobhan, After Mad Love (Published in Peculiar Mormyrid)

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(◡‿◡✿) tall men that look scary and are feared by most people

(◕‿◕✿) that fall in love with itty bitty women that can bring them to their knees

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it is not a bad thing to be underestimated. you are stronger than they give you credit for. you are far angrier too