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Irina Shayk by Giampaolo Sgura for Vogue Spain, September 2018.

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hello welcome this is FOR NOW a sideblog until i have more time to be active on more than one blog again, so i will be following back from @viduamor !

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Rainy day☔️ .. in my fave @intimissimiofficial💚

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"Don’t you dare speak to me like that." / we havent even plotted yet but he deserves for her to hate him so lets Go

❝  I WILL SPEAK TO YOU HOWEVER I WISH.  ❞     the abruptness is meant,    the suddenness having a purpose.    SHE BECOMES HER IRE,    beautiful the way a wolf is before she pounces,    deep in her hunt  –  & just as horrific.    aysilu has no time for his arrogance,    the pride that drips like tar from him.    she can see his soul played out on his face,    guilt woven into his words  ;  she holds dominion over these things,    & SHE WILL NOT BE DENIED HER DEVOURING.

       ❝    you would do well to keep that tongue of yours tamed,     before you find one morning that i’ve cut it out.    ❞ 

DEATHLESS  :  @heistgod

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Irina Shayk by Miguel Reveriego for Vogue Arabia, February 2018.

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001.  aysliu is ethnically tatar / russian,    & culturally uzbek / russian.    she considers uzbekistan to be her first home,    kept close to her heart by memories of her sweet uncle mohsin,    & the childhood she spent with her cousin edae,    but has lived most of her life in russia.

002.  aysilu is about 28 in my main verse,    but that will change depending on interactions in more modern verses,    as she is essentially immortal.

003.  aysilu & edae are basti,    & have been since they were very young.    in lore,    these spirits take on the form of beautiful women to haunt & terrorize men with guilty souls in their sleep.    aysilu is of the mind that she is justified in driving them to death in doing so.

004.  aysilu is muslim,    but admits that her faith & dedication are not where they should be.    she is a very prideful & morally gray woman  ( pride being the thing that caused her & edae to become the basti they are today ),     & struggles with her arrogance in relation to her god & the virtue / goodness she knows she must follow.    this conflict is very much internal,   & one that will be gradually explored.    aysilu considers edae to be much stronger in faith than herself,    & admires her greatly for it.

005.  fuck the ussr if ur a commie she’s coming for u x

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" are we not devils ? " - ayshka

THEY  WERE  NOT  DEVILS  TO  EDAE.   even  if  ayshka’s  haughtiness  &  pride  had  mirrored  iblis’  refusal  to  bow  before  mud - forged  humans,   even  if  she  is  every  bold  whisper  to  be  brave  &  do  no  good.   ayshka  had  a  tender  heart  born  from  her  own  palms.   it  is  with  her  existence  she  learned  to  love   &   protect  the  way  a  guardian  angel  might.   such  words  alarm  her.     

❝      my  mother  always  said  you  had  a  red  tail.   you  would  always  take  me  around  the  woods   &   into  dark,   dangerous  places   &  i  would  always  come  home  with  cuts  on  my  legs  from  whatever  you  had  us  up  to.    yes,   it  was  rather  devilish  of  you.     ❞      she  looks  up  at  her  dear  cousin,   warmth  in  her  eyes.   ❝      but  you  always  bandaged  me  up.   you  never  would  let  me  bleed  out  if  you  could  help  it,    &   for  that,    you  are  tender.    &  for  that,   i  love  you.    ❞

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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25 days till Christmas - favorite looks of 2017

2/25: Irina Shayk attending the Hikari Premiere at the 70th Annual Cannes Film Festival, 23th Mayl 2017

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Irina Shayk for Versace Fall/Winter 2016 -

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karimova.  *  bright moon.

❝    i  find  it  near  impossible  to  say  such  simple  things  around  you.  you  always  manage  to  twist  it  into  something  gruesome   &   make  me  lose  my  appetite.  shame  on  you,  &   your  cannibalistic  tendencies.   ASTAGHFIRALLAH.    ❞        the  unnerving  bit  of  the  situation  was  not  the  comment,  but  the  glint  in  her  cousin’s  eyes.     she  would  mean  it.       ❝     i’ll  pass.   begone  now —  let  me  do  the  cooking.  i  am  growing  apprehensive  of  you  by  the  minute.  the  second  i  turn  my  back,  i’ll  find  our  neighbor’s  finger  stuffed  in  our  manti.       ❞

❝  A FINGER ? DON’T TEMPT ME. ❞   the smile,    surely,    is no relief to her cousin.    it’s a good thing she does not mean it,   then.    she pulls back her smile to a simple curl of her lips& delivers a gentle smack of her fan against edae’s shoulder.    ❝    you know i don’t like to cook nearly as much as you do.   WE’LL BOTH BE MORE THAN HAPPY  if you cooked all of our meals  –  perhaps the smell of it would attract some fine young man to our doorstep.   INSHALLAH.    ❞

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#edae: I’m Hungry- #aysilu: eat a man. a whole man. eat him

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karimva.

❝                     you’re  lying  if  you’ve  never  used  a  mantyshnitsa  as  a  humidifier.     ❞      she  remembers  those  cold  but  sweet  evenings  filled  with  clouds  of  steam  &  the  sound  of  her  mother’s  voice  beckoning  her  for  dinner.  it’s  on  the  brink  of  7pm  every  windy  night  she  craves  that  exact  comfort.     ❝       i’m  hungry  now.    aren’t  you  ?       ❞      @viduamor·

THE SUDDEN LAUGH IS ACCOMPANIED   by the most affectionate of eye rolls,   the casual nature of it all only punctuated by the soft movement of her hand holding her fan to stave off the heat that contrasts their conversation.    ❝    you are always hungry,    мой свет.    I’D SUGGEST YOU EAT A MAN,    to see if that’ll fulfill your appetite.    ❞

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january mood

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irinashayk LeT them think

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AYSILU AMERHANOVNA IBRAGIMOVA was born in uzbekistan,    to amerhan ibragimov  ( volga tatar ),    & kseniya fedorinova ( russian ).     she was raised in uzbekistan for the first ~ten years of her life,    before she & her family moved to tatarstan,    russia.    she is the fifth child & only daughter in her family,    & has a strong & inseparable sisterly bond with her cousin,    edae karimova.

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hello welcome this is FOR NOW a sideblog until i have more time to be active on more than one blog again, so i will be following back from @viduamor !