#dusha au

[ignify-caligo]

World building has me in a chokehold and it looks like it’s winning lol

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Royalty au with 2p russia? 🥺💘

Before I get into these headcanons, I’ve got to do add in some world building to set the stage.

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In the region of Omnes Simul lies many kingdoms. Each one built with its own unique culture and ruling style. Many wars have been fought in the name of control and greed leaving some lands scarred and undesirable. Other lands flourished and even blossomed from their conquests.

The northern most kingdom is the frozen land of *Poteryannaya Dusha. It is composed of many large iron mountains that are held hostage by General Winter. His harsh control prevents crops from growing and forcing the people to look for other means of substance. Their strongest trades being in minerals and furs.

The ruler of this land is Viktor, and he is the Tsar of this icy paradise. He is known to his people for ruling logically and harshly. Criminals operate in the shadows for fear that should they be found Viktor will have them thrown into the sunken iron mines. While those that follow his laws have known prosperity and safety.

To ensure that Viktor is considering all his options he in lists the use of his council. It is made up of his two sisters and the Baltic trio. Each one bringing a different viewpoint to consider. When the council is not in session, the Baltics go back to their duties as generals, while his sisters return to the *printsessa roles.

The crown came sooner than Viktor had wanted. At the age of seventeen, he and his sisters watched as their parents slowly rotted from the inside out. Those moments were hard as he also dealt with the full weight of being the Tsar. As time went on and as they finally passed, Viktor felt numbness overtake him that never melted.

Due to his workaholic tendencies, Viktor is forced by his sisters to go out on a hunting trip once every few months. They control the kingdom for a week while he blows off steam by relying on his most basic instincts.

*My translation is taken from word hippo and means Lost Soul

*Printsessa means princess, taken from google translate

[mundanesocialite]

Dragon Queen Kisara|Katjusa AU

So it really doesn’t matter which of these lovely ladies is involved in this idrc. I have a few points I need to communicate.

Silver dragons (BEWD really), are seen as pure creatures, typically drawn to female warriors, and it's human form is typically defined as nongender binary individual

My HCs for Kaibas Seto, Mokuba, and Noa fit this very nicely- they are the BEWD. One as he/she/they, one as she/her, one as they/them.

The Opera & Myth of A dragon slayer by the name of Siegfried can be included (where he has drank the blood of a dragon & can now speak w/ forest animals).

There may or may not be a 5 headed dragon causing mayhem in a not so distant kingdom & our dragon slayer, although experienced, isn’t able to take this on his own so he asks our dragon queen for aide.

Katjusa|Kisara as the dragon queen has fought this dragon before and lost many of her children/subjects, she is not willing to give them all to this cause, or she wants revenge, it depends on the storyline.

A party of heroes, including 1-3 dragons sets off to find others who may join their cause and kill this terror before it can enslave/destroy the rest of the world

I can write for literally all of the necessary NPCs, babe. As you can see, most of them are muses of mine anyway- and mains at that so,,,,, hmu.

This idea was helped along by @compassionatedestiny so also feel free to blame her for this ily babey

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Hearts Made of Ebony

Fyodor x gn!reader

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: coffin maker!Fyodor AU that can also be read as a metaphor (implied spoiler for Volume 22), mentions of committed and future murder (implied that it's done by the reader), Fyodor might come across as slightly yandere like?, "Dusha moya" means "my soul", 170.000 rubles should be around 1.888€

Inspired by Florence and the Machine's "My Boy Builds Coffins"

Note: I'm actually really proud of how it's turned out. I hope you guys enjoy it 💕

Wordcount: 669

There was a little shop somewhere in Russia. It was in a rather big city, but far from prying eyes. One had to pass many alleyways and cross many streets so that in the end, within a labyrinth of deserted paths, one would stand before it. There was dark wood panelling its outside, and on top of the door hung a sign; old and weathered. On it, in yellowing letters, it said Dostoyevsky. 

You paused before the door, holding your umbrella close to your body and looking up as if to try and evade what was to come. But you could feel a gaze piercing your heart. He always did know when someone was lingering before his shop.

The sound of little bells ringing for a second as you stepped in never ceased to surprise you. It seemed to be of shops so very unlike this one.

It was cold inside, and you wondered how he wasn't yearning for warmth. 

"Morning."

He hummed while his eyes - as painfully awake as ever - watched you while you put the umbrella to the side. For a moment, his eyes rested on you fingers lingering on the handle for too long, but as you walked forward, his eyes met yours again.

Now that you were closer, you could see him better in the dimly lit room. His hair was wild, and for once he wasn't wearing his ushanka. His eyes were still on you, and you could see a distant glimmer of amusement in them. You asked yourself what a man like him was doing here of all places.

"How can I help you today?"

You sighed.

"There has been a murder on Lyingshore street."

He clicked his tongue: "Really, those aristocrats never know when to quit, do they? Oh well, I guess this time it wasn't wholly…" he trailed off when you sent him a glare, and now you could spot overt amusement in his eyes.

"I was sent to employ you."

He hummed: "Well, I do make coffins. How much?"

You shrugged, using the second of him walking around the counter to avert your eyes.

"Whatever is needed, I guess. What about this one."

You pointed at a coffin of black shining colour and intricate lines etched into its wood.

He laughed, and you nearly flinched at the soft sound.

"Ah, no, this is made of ebony, and it is my masterpiece."

"It is very beautiful."

He hummed, carressing the wood with his long fingers.

"Who is it for?" You dared to ask, and he smiled, eyes fond.

"Myself."

"Do you have one for me as well?" you asked, walking a step forward.

He looked up at you and laid his head to the side.

"Of course, dusha moya. I am working on yours right now."

"May I see?"

He only shook his head, before turning to a coffin of redish colour and golden clasps.

"Will that not do?"

"How much?"

"Ah, let us go with 170.000 rubles? Yes. I think that will do nicely."

You nodded at him before turning to the door again. 

"I will let them know."

You grabbed your umbrella, and reached for the door handle. When the bells rang, you could hear his velvet voice speak up one more time:

"Who died?"

You knew Fyodor Dostoyevsky very well - at least more than a normal person would. Well enough to hear a sliver of a smile in his words.

"The descendent of Arahabaki."

"Ah, what a tragedy. He was so young."

The door closed behind you silently.

You reached into the pocket of your coat. As always, there was a neatly folded piece of paper that had miraculously appeared in it. Your fingers danced around the note. Even without reading it, you had the suspicion that the imprudent Dazai Osamu would be next.

You sighed, opening the umbrella as rain had started to pour from heaven's no doubt closed gates. Though you hoped - and maybe foolishly so - that one day he could truly sent you skyward into holiness.

[6azia9]

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖞 𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖓

A/N:Hallo, ich möchte dir einen schönen Tag wünschen<3 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Achlys- Dunkelheit Anise- Sharf Arin- Erleuchtet

Blair- Bewohner der Vergangenheit Blythe- glücklicher und sorgloser Mensch Brone- traurer Caelon- ewiger Krieger Carlyle- aus der ummauerten Stadt Cathal- Kampfherrscher Darcy- dunkel Diedre- bedauerlich Dusha- Seele Ellery-froh Emery- Herrscher Erin- Irland Faer-Reisender Fleur- Blume Frisk- spielerisch Gamila- wunderschönen Glenn- ein Tal Gwyar-Blut Haven- sicherer Ort Hayden- Feuer Heylel- Lichtbringer Idris- Feuer Ilkay- Mond Isolde- Eis Jaime- Inhaber der Heilung Jehona- Echo Jin- Gold Kai- Vergebung Kallik- Beleuchtung Kanik- Blut Lei- Blütenknospe Linden- Baumart Lyric- Lied Manson- Mörder

Marsh- nasses Land Melian- Geliebt Nova- Neu Nox- Nacht Nukpana- Böse Ofri- mein fawn Omer- Weizenbündel Omid- Hoffnung Pæon- Heiler Payton- aus einer kleinen Stadt Phoenix- wiedergeboren Qamar-Mond Qenan- Besitz Quinn- Weise Person Rai- Blitz Revon- Dunkelheit Rumi- Schönheit, Fluss Sage- Weise Sahar- Dämmerung Shade- wohin die Sonne nicht reicht Tan- Tod Tarian-Schild Tru- ehrlich Udo- Frieden Unnur- Welle Urdr- Schicksal Valen-stark, gesund Vere- Adler Viggo-Blitz Wattana- Entwicklung Wayan- Energie, Kraft Wei-Energie Xia- Sommer Xic- Demon Xuan- Frühling Yashin- Ehrgeiz Yuanli- Fern halten Yursa- Reich Zaman- Zeit Ziv-Hell Zola- Ruhe

[coco-little-rose]

Thank you @epiome and @alangel1895 for the tag

MUSIC & LYRICS meme: Write the first ten songs that come up on shuffle. No skipping, no cheating. Quote your favourite lyric from each song and tag ten people. 

1- Melissa Auf Der Maur - Real a lie Real, a lie You're truly mine I am that kind Living blind Real, a lie I am that kind Living blind For a lie 

2- Arkona - Goi, Rode, Goi! Skvoz' sedoj tuman

Vzgljad ustremilsja vdal' Tam v mire mertvyh skal Ty zatail pechal' Mechetsja dusha Nad ledjanoj volnoj

3- Tattu - All the things she said

Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise? I keep asking myself, wondering how I keep closing my eyes, but I can't block you out Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me Nobody else, so we can be free

4- Trust - Antisocial

Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale, Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal, Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du métro, Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas, Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle (...)

Antisocial, tu perds ton sang froid. Repense a toutes ces annees de service. Antisocial, bientot les annees de sevices, Enfin le temps perdu qu'on ne rattrape plus

5- Telephone - Cendrillon

Cendrillon pour ses trente ans Est la plus triste des mamans Le prince charmant a foutu l'camp Avec la belle au bois dormant Elle a vu cent chevaux blanc Loin d'elle emmener ses enfants 

6- Digital Daggers - The Devil within

You'll never know what hit you Won't see me closing in I'm gonna make you suffer This hell you put me in

7- Xandria - Vampire She's a vampire

Desire darker than black She's a vampire Reach higher, no turning back Her wings are curtains of the night She knows no wrong or right

8- Eve - Let me blow your mind

Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin 

9- No Doubt - Just a girl

Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Don't let me out of your sight I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh. . . I've had it up to here 

10- Clash - London Calling

London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holding out, and draw another breath London calling, and I don't wanna shout

tagging: whoever would like to do this

[estherattarmachanek]

Galerie Jünger

WIEDNER SALONSKonzert "Wiener Glut"

10. JUL 2019 | 19:30-22 H

KünstlerInnen: Sebastian Schneider – KlavierClemens Rofner – BassEsad Halilovic – Schlagzeug und musikalische Projektleitung Alena Baich – Violine und Moderation 

Paniglgasse 17A, 1040 Vienna, Austria

https://www.facebook.com/events/2144425545683009/ Auf Gastspielreisen in Kuba, China und Südosteuropa hat das Ensemble dusha connection Jazz Trio Inspiration für ein neues Programm gesammelt, das der kulturellen Diversität und Geschichte Wiens seinen musikalischen Tribut zollt: „wiener.glut.“, ein Programm aus traditionellen Volkslied-Variationen mit lateinamerikanischen, balkanisch-orientalischen und asiatischen Rhythmen und melodischen Zitaten, die das Trio in eine „glühende“ zeitgenössische Jazzsprache übersetzt hat. Für dieses vielschichtige Projekt konnte eine österreichische Musikerin und Schauspielerin gewonnen werden, die das Programm um mehrsprachige eigensinnige Texte und Klänge mit der Stimme und Violine bereichert.

[mundanesocialite]

Siren Honda and Sesu @ Katju

“They can fuck who they want, but if they don’t stop making kids, I’m gonna quit taking care of them.” She had already lost chunks of her skin, she had scars up and down her arms, she was bound to lose a finger eventually. Those wild siren children were unforgiving.