[ oh lookie here - links to Oleksiy and Aelfric's Pokemon battles :0 ]

jareth-summerfae-goblinking:

Jareth was standing in front of the mirror fussing over his appearance even more than usual. There had been a few holes in his glamour earlier that day, but the time he’d spent stretching the spell out seemed to have not been wasted. He released a sigh of relief and turned to look at his reflection in profile. A smirk twitched onto his lips. Such a fine specimen of manhood would certainly be a glorious contribution to the cause!

"Don’t even think about it." he warns, grabbing his coat and opening the door. "You know perfectly well that I would find you and make you quite sorry if you did!"

Oleksiy rolled his eyes with a mock sigh at the retort. “Whatever you say, your majesty.” He then strode off to the courtyard, with the pretense of actually getting somewhere. He could almost smell the wafting aromas of the ham sandwiches made with love by the volunteers.

       Everything was peaceful for the time being. So far, there have only been scuffles with the police, and however serious the injuries of the civilians who were assaulted may have been, there wasn’t anything big just yet. A shiver ran through Oleksiy’s spine at the mere thought of any larger-scale bloodshed that would await these people.

       He’d adorned himself with a native vyshyvanka, and a leather jacket with a hutsul hat - like a true Ukrainian would. Not like the track suits that the Slavic humans were famous for wearing. And he never quite understood what was with the squatting that they would do when posing for pictures. Was it perhaps related to one of their dance steps? It would always be a mystery to him.

       He’d also packed a magically shrunken guitar case with him if ever the situation called for music. He’d been itching to accompany anyone he’d find playing the famous Maidan piano - it was an ingenious concept. All these thoughts distracted him from the lateness of the incorrigible prima donna that was his childhood friend. Starting to feel bored out of impatience, he conjured himself a bottle of L’vivske beer to pass the time, all the while becoming intensely curious about a caterpillar that had been trying to make its way over a particularly large rock just a few feet in front of him.

(Source: oleksiytheperelesnyk)

Oleksiy waited outside the door for the Goblin King to leave his quarters. They were having an excursion to the human world where a revolution was currently taking place, and it wouldn’t do them any good to be late for it.

     “You almost done there, Jare?” he called in the door’s direction, “Or would you rather me leave without you and have you miss out on the fun?” Just the thought of the fae’s expression if that were to happen made him grin.

GOOD EVENING TO YOU, SIR
MASTER OF THIS HOOOOUSE
REEEEEJOICE
MAY ALL THE EARTH REJOOOOICE
THE SON OF GOOOOD
IS BORN TOOOODAY

COVER ALL THE TAAABLES
WITH FINE CLOTHS EMBROOOOIDERED
REEEEEJOICE
MAY ALL THE EARTH REJOOOOICE
THE SON OF GOOOOD
IS BORN TOOOODAY

LAY DOWN BAKED KALAAACHI
MADE WITH THE MOST FREEESH SPRING WHEAT
REEEEEJOICE
MAY ALL THE EARTH REJOOOOICE
THE SON OF GOOOOD
IS BORN TOOOODAY

FOR YOU WILL BE SOJOURNED
BY THREE FEASTS THIS SEEEEASON
REEEEEJOICE
MAY ALL THE EARTH REJOOOOICE
THE SON OF GOOOOD
IS BORN TOOOODAY

FIRST FEAST OF THE SEASON
- THE BIRTH OF OUR MESSIIIIIAH
REEEEEJOICE
MAY ALL THE EARTH REJOOOOICE
THE SON OF GOOOOD
IS BORN TOOOODAY

SECOND IN THE SEASON
THE FEAST OF OUR SAINT BAAASIL
REEEEEJOICE
MAY ALL THE EARTH REJOOOOICE
THE SON OF GOOOOD
IS BORN TOOOODAY

THIRD FEAST IN THE SEASON
OUR CHRIST’S HOLY BAAAAPTISM
REEEEEJOICE
MAY ALL THE EARTH REJOOOOICE
THE SON OF GOOOOD
IS BORN TOOOODAY

MAY ALL THE EARTH REJOOOOICE
THE SON OF GOOOOD
IS BORN TOOOODAY

[ right so I haven’t posted on this blog for a while but I just have to write down what I imagine Oleksiy doing on the Western Christmas day because I’m on my post limit on my personal blog

he’d definitely be like “Ah who cares if it’s the Westerners’ calendar, I’m not missing a chance to sing obnoxiously at people’s doorsteps.”

then he’d gather his group of friends like Boyan, Raisa, Valya, as well as my new OC Inna, and they’d poof to the Aboveground as koliadnyky with Oleksiy being the zvizdar swinging his zvizda around with vigour, going from house to house at random and singing the English versions of Ukrainian carols because it’s hilarious to watch people’s reactions when they’re presented with an unfamiliar cultural tradition that’s been modified for their linguistic understanding and just I have so many feelings for these little shits and their koliada ]

tagged: #outoftheembers

Mythology/Folklore: Rusalka

A rusalka is a female ghost, water, succubus, or mermaid-like demon that dwell in the bottom of the river. 

While her primary dwelling place was the body of water in which she died, the Rusalka could come out of the water at night, climb a tree, and sit there singing songs, sit on a dock and comb her hair, or join other Rusalki in circle dances.

In the middle of the night, they walk out to the bank and dance in the meadows. If they see a handsome man, they will fascinate them with songs and dancing, mesmerize them, and then lead them away to the river floor to their death. 

allinye:

THOSE WHO HAUNT THE EARTH: STRZYGA

A strzyga is a female demon in Slavic folklore. They are born to human parents, possessing two souls in a single body and are identifiable by their double hearts and sets of teeth. When a strzyga was recognized, it was chased away from the community, usually resulting in early death. One soul passes on, but the second remains with the body. After the strzyga’s corpse returns to life, it begins to prey on other living creatures. They hunt at night in the form of an owl, attacking travelers and those who wander into the woods, consuming their prey’s blood and internal organs. A strzyga could also be satisfied with animal blood, but only for a short period of time. When a person recognized as a strzyga dies, decapitating the corpse and burying its head separate from the body was believed to prevent the strzyga from returning to life; burying the body face down with a sickle around its head was said to work as well.

wanderingmavka:

Here are the photos for the articles of clothing I’m gonna use for my Halloween costume, which is for the Slavic goddess of death and winter, Morana.

Granted, the kerchief would look better if it were black, but I only have a green, red, and white one at my disposal, the red one being my moms and the white being mine.

I’ll most likely wear the same wreath that I’ve worn as a Mavka, although I feel as if the black one displayed above would be a better match in terms of colour.

spiritsareveryreal:

[ *promotes new muse’s blog* ]

tagged: #mal'vaaaa
oleksiytheperelesnyk has entered the factory

heartofthewildrhythm:

oleksiytheperelesnyk

Lana inspected the gate to see whose footsteps had been echoing around the building.

"Who goes here?" she called out to the stranger.

Oleksiy put his hands up in a gesture of surrender, smiling tightly at being found out.

"It’s alright, Miss," he replied to the woman. "You have nothing to fear from me, I’m just inspecting the area."

oleksiytheperelesnyk started following you

thereichenbachsurvivor:

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Sherlock looked up skeptically. “What did you call me? Surterrain? I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Sherlock kept his eyes trained on the man as he took in what information he could. 

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"Yes, you’ve heard me correctly. And don’t concern yourself too much, it’s simply a term used by my kind to refer to those who live in the Aboveground."