#🔪 aleksei

[the-price-of-a-voice]

Promise - Ekaterina and Aleksei Dostoevsky(a)

CW: Mention of abuse and blood, fluff with a angsty undertone, Vera.

Written by: @multicolored-dangaurr!!

The rain was coming down hard when Aleksei trudged back to the cold, empty halls of the base. His hair clung to his forehead, and his clothes were soaked through, sticking to his skin like a second layer. The pain in his ribs from Vera’s punishment was sharp, each step like fire searing through his side. She had been furious with him for returning late, even more so when he offered no excuse, no explanation for his delay. He'd just stood there and taken the blows, letting her wrath wash over him like the rain outside.

His fingers tightened around the small paper bag he carried. Inside, carefully wrapped in tissue paper, was a wooden marionette with a hand-painted face—a gift for Katya. He'd seen it in the window of a shop and knew immediately it was something she’d love. He could still hear the way her voice lit up every time she talked about marionettes, her eyes sparkling with a joy that seemed to defy the darkness of their world, like a flower growing in the middle of a dystopia.

He stopped in front of her door, taking a deep breath. He wiped the rain from his face, ignoring the taste of iron on his lips from where Vera’s strike had split his skin. His fingers were shaking from a mix of cold and pain, but he forced them to steady. He couldn’t let her see. He couldn’t let Katya know what he’d gone through to bring her this small piece of happiness.

With a practiced smile, he opened the door to Katya's room. She was sitting on her bed, surrounded by her collection of marionettes, her eyes instantly lighting up when she saw him.

“Aleksei! You’re back!” she said, scrambling to her feet and running over to him. “You’re drenched! What happened?”

"Just a little rain," he said lightly, his voice betraying none of the exhaustion weighing down his body. He held out the paper bag to her, as if the weight of it wasn’t magnified by the pain he was hiding. "I brought you something."

Katya's eyes widened in surprise and delight as she carefully opened the bag. Her gasp was soft and full of wonder when she saw the marionette, a beautifully crafted figure with a flowing dress and intricately painted eyes. She looked up at him with a mix of awe and gratitude that made his chest tighten.

"You bought this for me?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Big brother, it's adorable! And so pretty!"

He smiled, a real smile this time, soft and gentle. "I thought it would be a good addition to your collection. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" she said, her face glowing with happiness. She hugged the marionette close, then turned and placed it carefully among her others, giving it a place of honor. "Thank you, Aleksei."

She looked back at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the paleness of his face, the way he seemed to lean ever so slightly to one side. "Are you sure you're okay? You look... tired."

Aleksei's heart clenched at her concern, but he forced a smile, shaking his head as if it were nothing. "I'm fine, Katya. Just a long day, that’s all." He reached out and ruffled her hair, ignoring the sharp stab of pain that flared up from his ribs at the movement. "You don't need to worry about me."

"But I do worry," she said, her voice small and sincere. "You're always looking out for me, but who looks out for you?"

For a second, just a split second, his mask cracked. The weight of her words, so simple yet so heavy, nearly undid him. He had spent so long pretending to be invincible for her sake, pretending that the darkness of their world couldn’t touch him. And here she was, this little light in his life, asking the one question he never let himself think about.

"No one needs to, silly," he said, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. "As long as you’re smiling, that’s enough for me."

Katya looked up at him, her expression a mix of confusion and something he didn’t want to name—something too close to understanding. But then she smiled, bright and unburdened, and Aleksei felt like he could breathe again.

"Okay," she said finally, as if accepting his words for now. She reached up, wrapping her small arms around his neck in a gentle hug, careful not to squeeze too tight. "Thank you for always coming back."

He held her close with his good arm, his eyes closing for a moment as he let himself feel the warmth of her embrace. For this moment, he could pretend that he was just her brother, that he wasn’t just a weapon molded purely for their mother to command.

He pulled back slightly, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. "Always," he whispered, the promise slipping from his lips like a vow. "I’ll always come back for you, Katya."

As he left her room and closed the door behind him, the smile faded from his face, replaced by the familiar mask of indifference. The pain in his ribs surged back, reminding him of what he was—what he had to be because he never had a choice.

But for Katya, he would bear it all. For her, he would always hide the monster he had become. Because as long as she didn’t see the darkness in him, as long as she could still look at him with those bright, trusting eyes, he could believe that maybe, just maybe, he was still human.

Dango's notes: CHISA what is WRONG WITH YOU. THIS IS WHAT THEY COULD BE.

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@happy--prince

@deeply-moonstruck

[the-price-of-a-voice]

"You cannot die of "lack of sugar", Katya. But I will go secure some of this 'banana milk' if you would like."

"Might die. I need... Banana milk. Or something sweet before I die of sugar... Lack of sugar or something."

(@the-price-of-a-voice)

[void-imp]

🔪 for Aleksey!

🔪 mortal enemy

presenting: neil, aleksey's high school bully. by keeping to himself and doing his utmost to become one with the walls, aleksey went through his school years mostly unnoticed. this guy though... this guy would relentlessly pick on him.

he'd pick on him for having braces, he'd pick on him for being gay, he'd pick on him for reading (literacy? never heard of it).

right now i can't decide if he actually had a crush on aleksey, and was harassing him because of the discomfort those feelings gave him, or if he just sucked. some people just suck.

+ send me one!

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Long Shadows - Alexsei Dostoyevsky and Vera Dostoevskaya.

TWS: None, just Vera's manipulation.

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The moon hung low over the quiet village, casting long shadows across the abandoned streets. Aleksei had tracked targets across continents, through warzones and underworlds, but this—this was personal. The small, dilapidated house before him wasn’t just another mission objective. It was the last place where Vera Dostoevskaya, his mother, had been seen. He’d chased her through every whisper and shadow for months, but tonight the chase ended.

Katya had asked him to find their mother. That was enough reason for Aleksei to act, even though part of him hated the idea of facing Vera again. But when Katya asked for something, he treated it like a mission—clinical, efficient, and with absolute resolve.

His ability always active, he stepped through the threshold of the old house, the door creaking open without resistance. The air inside was still, thick with the scent of dust and damp wood. His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail. Nothing moved, but he could feel her presence. Vera was here.

“Mother.” His voice cut through the silence like a blade. “I know you’re here.”

From the darkness, a figure moved. Vera stepped into the faint moonlight filtering through the cracked windows, her expression as serene as it had always been. Dressed in a simple, elegant black dress, she looked almost ethereal, like a wraith haunting the world.

“Well, Aleksei,” she said, her voice a smooth purr. “I must say, I’m impressed. You’ve gotten better at finding things that don’t want to be found.”

Aleksei didn’t flinch, his face a mask of cold indifference. “I didn’t come here to be flattered.”

Vera’s lips curled into a smile, but there was no warmth in it. “No, I suppose you didn’t. So, what brings my darling son all this way? Certainly not for a family reunion.”

“Katya,” Aleksei said bluntly. “She’s being hunted by the World Serpent. They think she murdered their leader. Did you do it?”

Vera raised an eyebrow, her expression one of mock surprise. “Oh? Katya’s in trouble again? How unfortunate, one would have thought that Oscar Wilde would keep her out of it. How.. incompetent. But tell me, why would you think I have anything to do with that?”

“You’ve always had your fingers in everything,” Aleksei replied, his voice hard. “You disappear for from jail, and suddenly Katya’s being hunted by the organization that she trusted with her life? Her teammates are too busy to help her, leaving her alone? It’s too much of a coincidence.”

“Coincidences do happen, dear.” Vera stepped closer, her heels barely making a sound on the wooden floor. “But if I wanted Katya dead, do you really think I’d be so... sloppy?”

Aleksei’s fists clenched at his sides. Vera was playing her usual game—twisting words, sowing doubt. But he knew better than to let her get into his head. But Vera was even slightly breaking through the shield his ability gave him. “Katya asked me to find you,” he said, his voice low. “She wanted to know if you were behind this. She wanted answers.”

“Katya…” Vera’s smile softened, but only for a fleeting moment. “She still thinks like a child, doesn’t she? Always looking for answers where there are none.”

“Enough with the games, Vera,” Aleksei growled. “Are you responsible for the World Serpent coming after her?”

For a moment, there was silence. Vera’s eyes gleamed with something Aleksei couldn’t quite place—amusement, perhaps, or something darker. Then she laughed, a quiet, musical sound that sent a chill down his spine.

“Oh, Aleksei,” she said softly. “You still don’t understand, do you? Everything I do, everything I’ve ever done, is for a purpose. If I wanted Katya out of the way, you wouldn’t be here asking me questions. She’d be gone, and you’d never even know until it was too late."

Aleksei’s jaw tightened. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Vera tilted her head, studying him with a cold, analytical gaze. “Why are you so eager for my confession, hm? So you can feel justified? So you can run back to your dear sister and tell her you’ve found the villain?”

Aleksei took a step forward, his eyes blazing with a controlled fury. “I don’t need your confession. I need the truth.”

“And what is truth to you, Aleksei?” Vera’s voice was a whisper now, her smile gone. “Truth is whatever we choose to believe. I’ve taught you that much.”

“I’m not that boy anymore,” Aleksei spat. “I’m not your puppet who will believe whatever bullshit you give me.”

“Oh, I know.” Vera’s eyes flickered with a strange light. “You’ve grown so much. A man now, no longer the child I molded. But some things never change, do they?”

She moved closer, her presence suffocating, as if the room itself shrank around them. “You want the truth? Fine. I won’t deny that I have enemies, enemies who might want to hurt Katya to get to me. But whether or not I pulled the strings directly… well, that’s something you’ll have to figure out for yourself.”

Aleksei’s mind raced, searching for any hint of deceit, any clue in her words. But Vera was a master of obfuscation. She had said enough to suggest involvement, yet nothing he could use as proof. It was maddening.

“You’ve always been a disappointment, Aleksei,” Vera said suddenly, her voice dripping with venom. “So much potential, wasted on foolish attachments. You think protecting Katya will make up for your failures?”

Aleksei felt his blood run cold, but he forced himself to remain calm. Vera was trying to provoke him, trying to make him lose his focus. “If I find out you had anything to do with this,” he said, his voice dangerously low, “I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Vera’s smile returned, a twisted, mocking thing. “I look forward to seeing you try.”

Without another word, Aleksei turned and walked toward the door. His heart pounded in his chest, not from fear, but from the rage he kept tightly controlled. Vera hadn’t given him anything concrete, but her cryptic words left him with more questions than answers. That was how she worked—always keeping just out of reach, always making sure you were one step behind.

As he stepped back out into the cool night air, Aleksei knew one thing for certain: Vera Dostoevskaya was a ghost he couldn’t outrun, a specter haunting both him and Katya. And if she was involved in the World Serpent’s hunt, he’d uncover the truth, no matter how deep she buried it. And when he did, Vera, or whoever else was responsible would pay.

For Katya, he would face any ghost. Even the one that had raised him.

[the-price-of-a-voice]

‎‧₊˚✧Aleksei’s Backstory (short version✧˚₊‧

CW: Mention of killing, child abuse (?), Vera Dostoevskaya, mention of death,

Tagging…

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Kazimir Aleksei Dostoevsky’s life wasn’t easy from the moment he took his first steps. By the time he was able to walk, around the age of five, his mother, Vera Dostoevskaya, had already thrust him into the brutal world of Anti-Entropy, her underground organization. His childhood was stolen from him, replaced by grueling training sessions designed to mold him into the perfect weapon. Though the exact details of his training remain a mystery, it’s clear that it was harsh and horrific, shaping him into someone who could take lives without hesitation.

By the time Aleksei turned 15, he had already claimed over 150 lives—a staggering number that spoke volumes about his deadly efficiency. Vera had carefully honed him into her own personal tool, a weapon to be wielded against her enemies, with his ability serving as the cornerstone of her plans. She pushed him harder than anyone else, expecting nothing short of perfection, all while pulling him deeper into her web of control.

As Aleksei grew older, though, he started to push back. He wasn’t content to be his mother’s pawn anymore, and what was worse, he was trying to make Katya, his younger sister who was also being harshly trained, see the truth, too. He encouraged her to think for herself, to break free from Vera’s manipulative grasp. Vera, sensing the threat he posed to her influence, decided to silence him the only way she knew how—by staging a "tragic accident."

Aleksei survived the crash only because of Fyodor Dostoevsky, who saw an opportunity to use Aleksei’s skills for his own ends. With Aleksei presumed dead to the world, Fyodor inducted him into the Decay of Angels, Aleksei’s potential was too valuable to waste. So, Aleksei was pulled into the world of the Decay of Angels, officially “dead” to the outside world but very much alive and in Fyodor’s service. To cut off his ties to his past and as a way to spit in both his mother’s and Fyodor’s faces, Aleksei changed his name, swapping it around to become “Aleksei Kazimir.”

——-

Aleksei and Katya were close once—really close. He was the protective older brother who always looked out for her. But that all fell apart when he stumbled upon the twisted truth of what happened to his sister. During a delivery to Suiren’s lab, Aleksei found something that shouldn’t have existed: a half-formed Katya floating in one of those eerie cloning tubes, with notes confirming that the real Ekaterina had died. For Aleksei, the idea of a replacement for his sister was unbearable. He didn’t want a clone, he wanted the real Katya.

In a desperate attempt to stop the process, he tried to sabotage it, but he was no scientist—he was a killer. One wrong move, and he accidentally caused a fracture in the clone’s developing spine, which left her with difficulty walking even before Vera and Suiren’s later surgeries messed her up even more. The weight of that mistake was something he couldn’t shake. He blamed himself for everything that came after.

That was the last time Aleksei saw Katya before Vera tried to take him out. Years later, by pure chance, he crossed paths with her again while on a mission for the DOA. She looked just like the Katya he remembered, but when she turned to face him, there was nothing—no recognition in her eyes, no flicker of memory. Fyodor, never missing an opportunity to manipulate, made sure that Aleksei and Katya were frequently paired together on missions. He knew who they were to each other, even if Katya didn’t, and was trying to force a reunion between the siblings in his own twisted way.

Now, Aleksei is stuck in this strange limbo, too guilty to tell Katya the truth, too broken to let go. He hovers on the edges of her life, doing what he can to make things a little easier for her, to make up for his past mistakes without revealing who he really is. He still carries the weight of what he did—how his well-meaning attempt to stop the cloning process led to Katya’s suffering. Deep down, he wonders if things would have been different if he hadn’t tried to play the hero that day, if he hadn’t messed with forces he didn’t understand. But now, all he can do is try to make amends, even if Katya never knows why.

[the-price-of-a-voice]

‎‧₊˚✧Aleksei Kazimir Dostoevsky✧˚₊‧

“I see the ashes falling out your window

There's someone in the mirror that you don't know”

~IMPORTANT

Hi hello konnichiwassup, I’m Dango(@multicolored-dangaurr)! I’m the other mod of this blog! I’m not very active on tumblr though… when I post as Aleksei, I’ll sign off with a 🍡 emoji! -🍡

And it’s @deeply-moonstruck here with Katya’s older brother! The blog is mainly mine, I won’t sign off with a emoji, you’ll know it’s me if I don’t use the emoji that Dango will be using..

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name:

: ̗̀➛ Aleksei Kazimir Dostoevsky

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Age:

: ̗̀➛ 21

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gender: Male

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Species: Human

• Affiliation: Decay of Angels

• Occupation: Trained Assassin and former Anti-Entropy agent

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Family:

: ̗̀➛ Vera Dostoevskaya (@28-reasons-to-run, mother)

: ̗̀➛ Ekatarina “Katya” Dostoevskaya       (@imaginary-polysemy, younger sister)

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor Dostoevsky (uncle)

: ̗̀➛ Unnamed father

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Likes:

: ̗̀➛ Silence

: ̗̀➛ Peace and quiet

: ̗̀➛ Taking walks at night

: ̗̀➛ Collecting antique items 

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dislikes:

: ̗̀➛ sunlight (no he’s not a vampire)

: ̗̀➛ His entire biological family excluding 

      Katya

: ̗̀➛ Anti-Entropy

“And everything was all wrong

(all wrong, yeah)

So burn it 'til it's all gone”

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ability

: ̗̀➛ Chill Kill

Description:

Aleksei’s ability, “Chill Kill,” allows him to enter an emotionless state of hyper-awareness and precision, enhancing his assassin skills significantly. When activated, Aleksei’s body undergoes a transformation where his heartbeat slows, his breathing steadies, and his mind detaches from fear, pain, or any form of distraction. This allows him to execute every movement with absolute clarity and precision. His reflexes become lightning-fast, and his perception of time seems to slow down, making it possible for him to anticipate and react to threats almost instantaneously.

While in this state, Aleksei’s focus is solely on the task at hand, making him impervious to distractions or psychological manipulation. However, the downside is that prolonged use of “Chill Kill” can numb his emotions, making it harder for him to reconnect with his humanity after combat. As a result, Aleksei must be cautious about how often and for how long he uses this ability, as excessive use may risk permanent detachment from his emotions and empathy.

Strengths:

1. Enhanced Reflexes and Perception:

Aleksei perceives the world in slow motion, giving him a significant advantage in dodging attacks and countering opponents with precision.

2. Emotion Suppression:

While “Chill Kill” is active, Aleksei becomes emotionally detached, allowing him to perform dangerous or morally ambiguous actions without hesitation.

3. Lethal Precision:

Any attack Aleksei executes during this state is carried out with deadly accuracy, making him a formidable opponent even against those with more powerful abilities.

Weaknesses:

Drawback:

Overuse of “Chill Kill” can result in temporary emotional numbness, lingering even after the ability is deactivated. This detachment can make it difficult for Aleksei to connect with others or feel empathy, potentially straining relationships and affecting his mental well-being. Prolonged use may also lead to physical exhaustion due to the intense focus and precision required, putting a strain on his body.  

  •✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Backstory✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

        : ̗̀➛ HERE

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Other Information

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• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Playlist: TO BE ADDED

‎‧₊˚✧External Links✧˚₊‧

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