#tvoi

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Inky Lil Horse and Rider

[kithtaehyung]

Oh Ryen listen to me. 3tan yoongi tieing his long hairs like run bts practice video, before he goes down on you 😵🥵

THE REASON??? I NEED IT. NOW.

[mhaccunoval]

the girlies love me for my mediocre art and tvoy swagger

[pigeonneaux]

@jules-and-company

La noir c'est lili (short for Caligula) et la grise c'est Perciflette

[fidel-guevara]

Molchat Doma - Uldalil Tvoy Nomer off Monument

I would give us one more chance but it's too late I deleted your number I just dreamed about you tonight and in our sleepless evening, we were so pleased what a pity that I still remember it I'm sorry that I, I still remember it

[bewby]

WHAT DO YOU BITCHES EVEN KNOW ABOUT DIMA BILAN!!!!!!!!!!! OMGGGGGGGG

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Hey ria could we possibly get something with winter soldier bucky where hes still at hydra and one of the new people that hydra had taken is a little and she’s scared and Bucky comforts her and becomes her cg, if not that okay💝

Soldats princess

Content - age regression, cg!winter soldier, swearing, violence, kidnapping (its hydra), comfort, needles, angst, fluff, lots of Russian, sort toys, not proofread, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - after being kidnapped by hydra the winter soldier saves you from fighting.

Authors note - that was a terribly written summary but I can’t think of any other way to describe it, I really enjoyed writing this should I make it an au? Reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy <3

Translations = derzhi yeye na meste = keep her still, ty, vstavay pora trenirovat'sya = you, get up it’s time to train, soldat, ty v poryadke = soldier, are you okay?, soldat = soldier, otpusti devushku, ona budet bespolezna dlya vas = let the girl go, she will be useless to you, kakaya u tebya oderzhimost' soldat = what is your obsession soldier, ona moya = she is mine, tvoy bezopasnyy malen'kiy golubka = your safe little dove, golubka = dove.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” You screamed at the top of your lungs at the agents strapping you down to the medical bed.

You couldn’t remember much about how you got here. You were sitting on your sofa with a glass of wine before falling asleep and then you woke up in a white van.

You would give anything to be back in your small apartment right now.

“derzhi yeye na meste” you heard one of the agents shout out, you did everything you could but you couldn’t avoid the inevitable when you felt the large needle go into your neck.

The next thing you knew you were out.

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Bucky was woken up to the sound of screaming and swearing coming from the medical room, he didn’t recognise the voice it must be new.

Many cryptic thoughts ran through his head for the next minutes before he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of silence.

Silence was what distracted him now, there was always screaming but never silence.

A few minutes later he saw one of the female agents walking over to the cell that was opposite him with a girl in her arms, she was beautiful.

He watched her roughly throw you onto the creaky mattress and walk out locking the large bars behind her.

At least he wouldn’t be looking at an empty cell now.

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“ty, vstavay pora trenirovat'sya” the colonel addressed you while the other soldiers were on the floor training “fuck off” you said spitefully glowering at the cruel man looking down at you.

A few minutes later you were escorted out of the room with a large cut across your arm.

Settling down in your cell later that night you were examining your poorly wrapped and treated arm feeling the tears flow down your face since the first time you got there.

You just wanted to be home, you wanted your family and your friends back.

The worst thing was you were beginning to understand the insults they would throw at you, not because anybody told you just because you would get them every spare moment of the day.

You didn’t know how much more you could take.

Scooting up against the peeling wall you pulled your bedsheets up to your chest trying to resemble on of your old soft toys only making you cry harder at the loss.

You were so lost in your sorrow that you didn’t see the strong man standing at the bars of your cell.

“soldat, ty v poryadke?” A mysterious voice called out only making you more frustrated “why doesn’t anyone speak English, I don’t know what your fucking saying!” You shouted through tears banging your head against the wall.

“I can speak English if you’d prefer it” the man said calmly in an accent that strongly resembled American but had gone under the influence of many years in this dreadful facility.

“I’m sorry for shouting” you whimpered thinking you were in for another punishment, you wanted one of your arms to not hurt at the end of the day.

“It’s alright” he said eyeing you warily, he hadn’t seen someone this vulnerable in many many years.

Your mind was completely broken at the reassurance you hadn’t heard in months and you entered your age regressed mindset unprovoked.

Desperately trying to stop yourself from shaking you looked up at the tall man who was talking to you “please help me I don’t wanna be here anymore” you sobbed.

The soldier didn’t know what was happening, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to take care of you.

“Stay there” he said firmly before walking out to find the colonel. He was sitting at a waterlogged wooden desk working on paperwork, alone.

“Soldat?” He didn’t get a second word in before the soldier pinned him against the wall by his neck “otpusti devushku, ona budet bespolezna dlya vas” “kakaya u tebya oderzhimost' soldat” the colonel asked breathlessly as the metal hand tightened against his throat.

“ona moya” he said lowly eyeing the cowering man in front of him, after a few seconds he signaled to one the guards to open your cell door.

Hearing the patter of your feet he walked over to you and possessively put his arms around you “tvoy bezopasnyy malen'kiy golubka”

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You were waiting in the cold cell waiting for Bucky to come back from a mission like you so often did except this time you were more vulnerable because you were feeling little.

You always missed the soldier when he was gone but it was extremely enhanced at the moment, you were going through a stage when you were little almost everyday and with him gone you felt very alone and scared.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the loud sound of the iron bars of the cell were opened an agent roughly throwing the large man in.

“Be gentle” you shouted with a frown at the agent resulting in an eye roll before they locked the cell and walked away “I’m alright little soldier” he said protectively pulling you into his chest.

The two of you stood in silence for a few minutes before be placed you onto your uncomfortable cot bed that was pressed against his “I have something for you” he said reaching into his bulletproof vest.

He pulled out a slightly squashed soft toy out and fluffed it back up before giving it to you. It was a grey rabbit with soft but slightly shaggy fur and it had shiny black eyes.

You had gone so long without a soft toy you almost cried on the spot “thank you” you said brightly stroking the soft fur delicacy making the soldier smile out of the corner of his mouth.

You made him feel like he had a purpose like he was surviving for someone something he hadn’t felt in years.

Sitting up against the peeling wall he pulled you into his side stroking your hair gently as to not hurt you “go to sleep golubka, I’ve got you your safe”

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[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

I don't have a face model for him, but... well, here it is. Nikolai, if you squint enough.

Crediting @nrdmssgs for the watermark (and the brainrot about Nik), also @sofasoap is guilty of that. Love you both!

Posmotri na menya, milaya. Mne nuzhni tvoi glaza

[vasilek-ymep]

ya znau tvoi telefon no nikogda ne pozvonu

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Wait what wait which story? You started a new one? I gotta know.

Ok so Voyage of Yggdrasil is the new one, and it's a mesh of......so many stories, but primarily two.

She Is The King is an old story that I started...a year ago? And then mostly forgot about.

Renegade Archangels is an old story, ive been working on it since 2012ish. It is a mental coping mechanism lol

[kithtaehyung]

Omggg Ryen... somebody stop him.. 🥴

3tan yoongi would definitely answer like this 🫣🫠

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CuYr_AEM1tm/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Omfg………. if we were doing those 3tan ask/tell events again it would be like:

You: What do you like to do? Like for real.

Yoongi: You.

You: Stop. (laughs) I’m serious! Like, hobbies or something.

Yoongi: Mm. (folds arms)

You:

Yoongi:

You:

Yoongi: Think about you.

You: Alright, we’re done here.

Yoongi (laughs):

[c0nsnow]

Я сошла с ума!! Мне нужно она!!

This is t.A.T.u (acronym of та любит ту, that means “she loves her”). Is a Russian duo formed at 00s by Lena (Sergeevna) Katina and Julia (Olegovna) Volkova.

The duo formed by the director Ivan (Vania) Shapavalov had the concept of two girls who were living an unallowed love, criminalized by the society and chased for being themselves.

Their first album was called 200 по встречной (200km per hour) and was released in 2001, with Нас не Догонят (They’re not gonna get us) and Я Сошла С Ума (I’m losing my mind) as principal singles.

Tracks 🎬:

Ya Soshla s Uma

Nas ne Dogonyat

Ya Tvoya ne Pervaya

30 minut

Polchasa

Klouni

Ya Tvoi Vrag

Doschitay do Sta

Robot

[pigeonneaux]

Btw j'ai fais une story sur instagram mais je vais le dire vite fais ici aussi (deso pour ceux qui le verront deux fois)

Mais venez pas vent dans mes DMs si on a jamais parlé ou si on est pas amis

Aussi : on est pas amis juste parce qu'on a interagit ou déconné quelques fois ou parce que j'ai reblog un truc sur votre blog. Voilà

Boundaries are important etc please respect strangers on the internet and don't give away personal information to random people online (because istg i do not want to know) and because it's unsafe even more if you're a minor

[gardenofchrome]

Vent

I am the flag

Planted in the ground

Perestan sporit

Ty govorish kak tvoy otets

I don’t budge

Even against the roaring wind

Ty ne znayesh

O chem govorish

Ty rebenok

I am a sign

An achievement

Reaching something new

Khvatit

Tebe tak povezlo zhitv etoy strane

Kogda tebya mogli bombit

TRANSLATION:

Stop arguing,

You sound like your father

You don’t know

Of what you speak

You are a child

Enough

You don’t know how lucky you are to live in this country

When you could be getting bombed instead

[gimmethatagustd]

Hey jai, ruu here,

I have created a tumblr account for my horny thoughts. It can also be used for the prompts. Can you please have a look at it?

@ty-moy-ya-tvoy

I am also working on few fics too.

ahhh i'm so excited for you !!! working on fics !!!!!!!!!! i'm gonna check out everything you have so far~ and i hope my followers check your blog out, too

i followed you on there 💜