[800s- 1100s] really out-of-it flowerchild
[1200s] really uncertain warrior
[1300-1400s] no bullshit warrior
[1500s] big headedness begins
[1500s-1600s] it dies with all of the crappy neighbors threatening him
[1600s-1700s] introversion begins with poland
[1700s-1900s] it cements with russia
[1900s-1991] harsh, nagging, no bullshit but still gentle kind of guy
[1991-present day] dedicated, way-too-wary flowerchild
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This tree is so old!
seedofamber started following you
Who the fuck is letting all the kids free from their cage?
…
Prusai.
That’s your name, isn’t it?
[he’s not really sure how he knows, and it seems to bother him. Easily ignores Gilbert’s previous attitude.]
Shipster [ʃɪpstə(r)] s a person shipping little known/unsupported pairings. Usually spend their time on a lonesome search of artworks and fanfictions containing desired OTP; they can be distinguished by spontaneous gross sobbing, a common reaction to spotting their beloved ship.
moist is the worst word on the face of the planet
try moistened.
i’m going to weep
I see that your eyes are moistening.
moist is the worst word on the face of the planet
try moistened.
Have some historical Belarus art, because gdi there doesn’t seem to be nearly enough anywhere. A rough draft of her wearing her medieval armor, which I’ll hopefully be able to polish and color fairly soon. I imagine she was probably quite a fierce lady in battle, which is part of why I find it such a shame that Hima didn’t bother to include her in any of the Commonwealth strips (not even a mention in the flashback to Grunwald, which was fought on her land!). Oh well, you can have this instead, if it’s any consolation?
(Source: zimovyiavawki)
I take it you slept well, little one?
Really well. Thank you for your hospitality! [gathers the covers around his face and snuggles them]
Did you sleep okay too, Natasha? It was so warm. Were you warm too?Of course. *She moves to sit next to him on the bed, placing a hand on his head.* I did, and tak, I was warm. How are you feeling this morning?
How I…feel? [thinks a moment, not typically asked that unless he became bedridden and one of the wise women came to tend to him; his eyes suddenly widen and he gasps]
Oh, I need to go find breakfast before the birds get to it! [wriggles out from underneath the blankets, still in his night clothes] I will get you some too, Natasha. Okay?He- *She places a gentle hand on his shoulder, holding him back before he runs off.* Hold on, there’s no need to run off. I was planning to make extra for you when I went to make my breakfast. You don’t need to rush out and try to scavenge something. Now, again. Are you feeling well? You weren’t in the best shape when you came to me yesterday; I hope some rest and a bath made a difference?
He was easily stilled but looked up at her in confusion.
“Oh.”
Once again he found himself surprised—did she have a store of food somewhere, then? His people had only recently been experimenting with that and many times they failed because of weather or wild animals. Of course, this house seemed like it would protect both of those things, but..
“Okay then.” he thought once more, trying to give her his best answer.
“I feel…” brows knit together in contemplation, “…happy!” he obviously had no idea that sleep and hygiene had any impact on your health. The only reason he took baths was so he could be clean for the gods, but that was about it.
He wiggled his toes, marveling at how shiny they were after the bath.
“You feel okay too, Natasha? I asked Father Moon to look over you while you slept, but he can be very busy sometimes.”
Good morning Ausrine! You woke up today as brightly as you always do! I wonder why no one else likes to wake up to see you?
[yawns] Beds are nice! I didn’t know you could sleep without a fire and still be warm. This land is amazing.I take it you slept well, little one?
Really well. Thank you for your hospitality! [gathers the covers around his face and snuggles them]
Did you sleep okay too, Natasha? It was so warm. Were you warm too?Of course. *She moves to sit next to him on the bed, placing a hand on his head.* I did, and tak, I was warm. How are you feeling this morning?
How I…feel? [thinks a moment, not typically asked that unless he became bedridden and one of the wise women came to tend to him; his eyes suddenly widen and he gasps]
Oh, I need to go find breakfast before the birds get to it! [wriggles out from underneath the blankets, still in his night clothes] I will get you some too, Natasha. Okay?
