#[support] andrei

[gomzdrawfr]

August Doodle requests for my supporters! :p

((fyi they also wanted my oc as a cookie! so that's Raven in the middle :3))

this next one's based on the AU they've been working on, link here!! they draw cool shtuff ;D

some oc stuff too!

kofi membership link

[tiger-balm]

@ canes : this kid 😂

[they-call-it-traffic]

Why do they always look so judgy when they're impressed? 😂 (this was just after an epic tennis rally)

[scarlettxx389]

three types of athletes I support

1) deranged on court/stadium/pitch/track, pookie on interviews

2) gives no fucks whatsoever

3) mentally ill dumbass

[daresayy]

For all my Angrief enjoyers

[toxicsludgeyaoi]

Toxic Sludge Yaoi Tournament: Goncharov/Andrey (Goncharov) Vs Dron (Harry Potter)

(No images provided. Vote for whichever you like more)

Propaganda below cut. Note: spoilers for these medias may be below.

Goncharov/Andrey propaganda

"It's like the original toxic yaoi sludge??????? They're obsessed with eachother but they're literally enemies. It's perfect."

Dron propaganda

"The whole Weasley is our king song that Draco made"

[mortifying-macaroni]

WOW! You must need a chiropractor from the way you've been carrying the VTM:B fandom. We stan a femme Atlas 🥰😍

FEMME ATLAS!!! I AM CHOKING ON MY COKE AND VAPE! You are a darling and I stan you right back, BUT I don't deserve that much credit. I really, really don't. It just so happens that I have a bit more time on my hands at the moment now that I'm back in my hometown. Anyways, I don't want to make this about myself entirely, so I'd rather take this opportunity to turn the spotlight onto some of my artist mutuals who deserve attention.

@its-sixxers I admit, before I became (somewhat) chronically active in my posting game, I was just a shy lurker of hers and, then and now I can honestly say that she's the true backbone of the Tumblr vtmb community imo, without a shadow of a doubt and for good reason. I can only dream of at least being close to reaching her level of composition which has me gasping, vibrating and pleasantly convulsing (I struggle with arrangements so bad it's not even funny). Adore the style, the seamless lighting and the complementing choice of color. Like, I still can't believe we're mutuals. I am staked to the ground in disbelief.

@arc-tu-rus Recently became mutuals with them and oh maw gaaaawwwd! There's something very nostalgic about their style and it's so comforting for the eyes. I can't find it in me to properly explain, but damn something about it is very gothic European-reminiscent and the Slav in me was beautifully shook. Definitely looking forward to appreciating more of their lovely work.

@aztarion Ok. I know she's more of a werewolf the apocalypse and vtm night road girlie, BUT it would be a crime against humanity if I did not include Jez because she's been a tremendous support to me and I can't thank her enough. Not only that, but oh brother, just the way her portraits slay the everloving soul out of me and I'm suddenly turned to a rambling mad junkie begging for more eye ecstasy (no, like fr MORE plz if you're reading). I need to steal her rendering secrets as if it's the Krabby patty recipe.

Go follow and reblog from these astounding artists right now if you haven't and just look at how amazing they are! They're all unique/distinct in their own ways, yet the talent is equal!

[godofclosure]

The list the professor had given him does not exactly help in pairing unfamiliar faces to names, but it doesn't stop Andrei from sneaking a look at it as he approaches the first of his targets. She could probably be the 'Citrinne'... or perhaps the 'Embla' or 'Shamir'. All he can be certain of is that she is on his team, given she had just exited one of the huts labeled as theirs.

"Excuse me," he says, "One of the professors is looking to organize a dinner for our team, and he wishes to know everyone's food preferences." Ideally, it would be something obtainable on this island or from the staff, though he's not exactly certain what the constraints of that would be, either.

“Hm?” A mortal approaching her is strange enough. Though perhaps less strange here with the amount around and the whole ‘team’ thing, but still strange. Stranger still, that this one is asking her about food.

“If you are asking about those ‘roommates’ of mine, I wouldn’t know.” That’s the more likely scenario, if it’s about a group event. She can’t imagine why they’d invite her. That’s like asking to have a tornado storm through your village. Everything destroyed in the mayhem, everyone’s moods ruined… Or, more the second part, really. 

…But what if it is her? 

The thought is stupid. She knows that. Yet… is it too outlandish? There was a time the mortals loved her. Would bring by offerings of food — ask what she liked and disliked amongst the hoard to reference for the next time.

“…I enjoy fruits.” The god of closure mumbles the surprisingly open statement quietly, before she swiftly turns heel and takes off before any further questions can be asked. And before she can be embarrassed by the rejection sure to come.

[shmowder]

The urge to headcanon every pathologic character as aroallo is getting harder to resist each day

They'd each fall differently on the Aversed/Neutral/favoured spectrum for romance. Some would go for a relationship, and others would prefer a fwb situation. Some are poly by default while others prefer monogomy.

[egittae]

[SIT] - sender guides receiver to sit down on a chair / bed / wall / etc.

"...Professor, what is that in your hair?"

Either some outlandish fashion statement, or an accidental byproduct of their earlier battle, though Andrei has his guesses about which one it is more likely to be. It seems tangled fairly tightly into the older man's mane, at any rate, not something easily brushed off if he didn't want to take a clump of hair with it.

He reaches out, prodding the professor in the direction of a nearby seat. "Allow me," he offers, "It will be easier if I can see what I am doing." Professor Lambert is, after all, quite a bit taller than he is.

He wasn’t sure what had been more of a shitshow- the battle, or the chase to prevent some stragglers from approaching the area hiding one of Abyss’ many entrances. The lot weren’t knights, rather more akin to sellswords ordered to target someone from the underground town. Lightly armed but slippery and fast, resulting in a bit of a chaotic approach considering they were also outnumbered compared to their opponents. 

In the end however, all was well. Both looked frazzled and like they had been struck with a mighty Excalibur, but injuries were minimal.

“Ah…I did run through quite the dense foliage back there. I would not be surprised if a clump of leaves got stuck in my hair.” Lambert did as told, sitting down as there were no mirrors around to assess his own state. His trust on Andrei’s hands was more than enough. “...that is, I hope I did not accidentally take someone’s nest in my hair in the process. That would be unfortunate.” Unlikely, or they would’ve been assaulted by an angry mother bird already.

After a pause, a smile tugged on his lips followed by a chuckle. 

“May I use this as an excuse to finally tie your hair in a proper ponytail, once you are finished with mine?”

[arabela25]

Eurovision Song Contest 2023 countdown: 11 days left!

D.G.T. (Off And On) - Theodor Andrei, Romania 🇷🇴

[ulircursed]

nightbird's song

andrei / leanne c support

The vial shatters in his hands, crimson dripping from his fingers like blood, trailing all down his arm. It burns, fire erupting from the liquid and engulfing his arm, until he reaches forward—

—plunging it into Lady Sister's heart, and the smile on her face freezes, but does not disappear. Her warm brown eyes seek him out—

('Lady Sister, I'm sorry—')

'It's alright. I never believed you were a good person anyway.'

Andrei awakens with a gasp, muted from his long months of habit, and stares at the ceiling above him, trying to calm himself by listening to the sounds of the other students' breaths around him. Lady Sister Brigid's voice remains in his mind, like a vice around his throat, his breath coming quicker, shallower until darkness threatens at the corners of his vision.

Before it could fully overtake him, Andrei sits upright in a fluid motion, drawing a cloak around him as he makes his way out of the room.

Making the long trek up the tunnels to the surface, one step in front of the other, his pace steady against the stone to keep his thoughts at bay as much as possible. Finally the long journey ends, and he emerges into the midnight air, where he takes a slow breath. Now that he is here, at the surface, he does not know where to go, this late in the night.

(He doesn't know what to do, either.)

Then, a haunting, almost mournful song pierces the silence, and Andrei stops mid-motion, head turning to what he feels is the source of the voice. The song is beautiful, certainly, but there is a sadness to it that draws him. Without thinking, his feet take him forward.

It takes a surprisingly long time to reach the tree where the song is coming from; the voice had carried much further than he'd thought capable. The song stops when he approaches the tree, and as Andrei looks up, he sees a young woman with snow-white wings, looking down in his general direction. She mutters at him (or at herself, he cannot tell) unintelligibly for a moment, before beginning to speak in a way he could understand.

"Hello, you are...?"

"...Andrei."

"Mm. I am Leanne."

"Leanne," Andrei echoes. Her wings make her look somewhat like an angel, even framed against the shadows of the trees above, though he thinks she might, more realistically, be one of the bird people like Naesala is. "What are you doing, singing in the night like this?"

Leanne tilts her head down at him as though he'd asked a silly question, but her expression quickly turns somber. She closes her eyes briefly, as though hearing a song of her own.

"You are... afraid."

What?

"What are you talking about?" Andrei demands, taking a step back, feeling accused of a crime.

"There is, hmm, fear, in your heart."

"There isn't," he growls out. What had he to fear from some bird girl? This is hardly where he'd envisioned the conversation going, and in an instant, he turns to leave, but Leanne calls out to him again.

"Oh, wait, wait...!" When Andrei grudgingly looks back up, he finds a sheepish expression replacing her earlier, serious countenance. "You... help me?"

He does not wish to do as she says, not after that, but she suddenly looks so helpless that he relents after a moment. "...What?"

"It is... very dark. I cannot see. You bring me to the... hmm, dormitories, please?"

The destination is pronounced with clear, slow enunciation, as though learned recently and diligently practiced. Andrei looks at the sky. The quarter moon glows softly in the darkness, illuminating the path below. "Have your eyes not adjusted to the dark?"

"No... You will help me?"

"...Fine, then."

"Thank you!"

And that is all the warning Andrei got before Leanne leaps from the thick branch she had been sitting on, directly towards him, wings slack with little indication that she means to break her own fall.

"!!" By instinct alone, the archer reaches to catch her, finding her surprisingly light as she tumbles into his arms, almost more like a child than the grown woman she looks the part of.

What is happening??

"Why did you do that?" Andrei demands of her, setting her down on her feet none too gently — oh, now she fluffs out her wings, fluttering gracefully a few inches back and looking much too pleased with herself. He'd seen Naesala's wings in the aftermath of the mission. Did they not break easily? How could she be so reckless in the face of an utter stranger?

"I was not afraid. I know, you will catch me."

It is the clearest sentence she'd spoken so far, words steady with a conviction that seems to pierce his very soul. Andrei stills, fighting an sudden, unexplainable rush of emotion at her statement... and Leanne takes this chance to slip her hand into his, looking at him with an undeserved trust.

"Dormitories, please," she chirps cheerfully, and Andrei gives a sigh, turning and allowing her to hold onto his hand as he leads her forward, back down the path towards the monastery.

"What is your house?" Andrei asks after a short silence. It doesn't appear as though the dormitories are separated by house, exactly, but having the distinction might make finding her room easier.

"Ah... Golden Deers!"

"...It's 'Deer'."

"Hmm?"

"The plural for 'deer' is still 'deer'. You do not add an s to it."

"But why?"

...It's just like explaining things to Patricia. Andrei takes a deep breath. "There is no reason. It is how the word works."

Leanne makes a thoroughly discontented noise in response, but remains quiet for the rest of the journey, merely the sound of her rustling feathers and the warmth of her hand in his denoting her presence.

"Here are the dormitories," Andrei announces as they reach the row of rooms, lit in faint torchglow for the nighttime stragglers.

Leanne's head swivels around as she gets her bearings, squinting in the darkness — is her vision truly so poor? — before her expression brightens as she points out one of the doors. "There!"

She looks back at him expectantly then, and, feeling obligated, Andrei leads her right to the doorstep, until she can reach her hand out, feeling around until she touches the knob. She turns around with a sunny smile. "Thank you, Sir Andrei!"

"...You are welcome," Andrei replies, stiff and automatic. Leanne's expression softens suddenly, and she leans in a little.

"You are... a good person. Do not be afraid."

Andrei's eyes widen. "I'm not—" The words burst out of him before he is even sure what he's negating, exactly, but Leanne only gives him one last smile, slipping through her door and closing it behind her.

He stands there for a long moment, silent and pondering, before turning away, towards the gradually lightening sky, feeling oddly as though a weight had been lifted off his chest.

Are all the bird people so... weird?

[laurenairay]

could i request smth with my angel svechy pls 👉👈

Thanks for requesting this one - I hope I've done the topic we discussed justice! So here are my thoughts on Svech supporting a partner with autism:

I feel like Andrei Svechnikov is the kind of guy who would need to research/learn about something in his own time. So if his SO told him that they thought they had autism/that they were going to the doctor to see if they would be diagnosed with autism, then he would absolutely be supportive...and then do his own research in his own time.

Not because he wasn't actually supportive, but because he wants to make sure he understands. Maybe it's the language barrier or maybe it's because he's never openly met anyone with autism, but he seems like the kind of partner to like to be prepared.

An autism diagnosis can be a really big deal, for both the person and their closest friends and family, and the first thing he finds out is that it's okay to be overwhelmed. Maybe he already know that his SO has been struggling for a while, so he's had a little time to prepare, but even if not, at least he would find out that it's okay to be a little confused himself too.

He also would find out that it's okay for him to be concerned for what it would mean for them as a couple - this could be a big change, and he would absolutely want to communicate with his SO about everything. Because they're a team, right? A unit, just the two of them, so communication is key.

Svech would also find out that listening is one of the biggest things he can do. That part isn't a problem - he already prides himself on being a strong listener, and he knows that, no matter what, that isn't going to change.

He would also find out all sort of things like the importance of supporting unmasking of autistic traits (if his SO has been hiding any, maybe he feels a little hurt at first, but quickly realises it was just their way of coping so he accepts this just as everything else), finding the right supportive resources and even support groups, and maybe even he takes charge in telling people if his SO asks him to.

Svech would absolutely be the most supportive partner he could, constantly educating himself and making sure that his SO knows that he loves them just as they are because that's exactly what he does - they deserve love, even if sometimes they think that they don't, and he's going to show them that every day.

[jabeur]

i need to say something just to get it off my chest

[machiot]

@ulircursed sent:

Somehow, Marni ended up having an entire hut to herself.

"None of your roommates made it past the games?" Sure, his own room had an empty bed, but as far as he still knew, that was completely voluntary, and the supposed fourth occupant is still outside in a tree or something. She never even came back for the bear.

Still, Andrei frowns at the thought. As nice as it might be to have a space all to herself, it does not come without its drawbacks. "I suppose it is unnecessary to tell you this, but ensure you are on the lookout for attacks, if you are alone like this. Even with unrelated others in the same room, some pink-haired menace still decided to throw crickets into our room in the middle of the night twic..."

He trails off, gaze traveling a distance between Marni and growing more horrified by the second. The reason for that — another woman, just as pink-haired and every bit as much a menace, if not more, than Ethlyn, casually strolling along the path as if she had every right to. Instinctively, Andrei grabs Marni's arm, pulling her into the shade of the hut where they would not be seen.

"You didn't tell me she's here," he hisses, the two still close enough to the corner that Marni could turn and see who he was talking about, though Andrei would yank her back if she reached her head out too far. The girl heads into one of the nearby huts — they're on the same team??? — and immediately, his mind goes to the bow at his back, towards 'offense is the best defense' and all the violent instincts that come from finding oneself in much closer proximity to an enemy than they previously thought, to surprisingly soft lips—

Whoa. No. Not to that.

—before seemingly remembering something more important, gaze snapping back to the girl in front of him.

"Has she hurt you in any way??" Andrei demands, looking her up and down as though searching for some obvious sign of harm that he'd missed until now, like a sword just casually hanging out Marni's gut.

When Marni was younger and crammed onto a single bed with several of her brothers, she had so ardently wished for a room of her own. When she had been dropped off at the church, she had sprawled out over her own bed for the first time in her life and sworn that she would never share a room with anyone ever again.

So she should be happy that all of her roommates had disappeared by the dawn of a new day, leaving her with a solo room. Instead, she's irritated that the sudden quiet grates on her nerves. She'd been so mad that it had been so loud when she was trying to sleep and now she's annoyed that it's too quiet. What's the deal with that?

"What, you jealous?" Marni asks smugly. "No way I'm giving you my room if there are bugs in your room! You're on your o—"

She doesn't get to finish her thought before Andrei yanks her into the shadows.

"Ow! What? Who?" There are so many pink haired she/hers around here that it takes Marni a second to connect who Andrei might be talking about. "Do you mean Pinky? She's on my team, obviously she's here. She was in the game with me, too."

It's not until Andrei looks her over for injuries that she connects what he's actually worried about. He's fresh out of luck if he's looking for any injuries besides her pride; Diana had healed them all before leaving and the cake hadn't left anything more than any stray frosting.

Marni's eyes widen, "Ohhhhh, so that's what this is about! Come on, do you really think she could hurt me? I have TWO shields and I lasted way longer than she did in the game!"

Lapis had come in third, actually, but the specifics don't matter that much to Marni. As far as she's concerned, lasting even a single round longer put her leagues ahead, forget multiple rounds.

"'Sides, she's not even the person here who threatened to eliminate me if she won."

[mortiflyer]

oh also. fuck andrey rublev. big time