#Alexey Volkov

[meri-l]

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Tikhon Zhiznevsky, Lyubov Aksyonova, Alexander Seteikin, Alexey Maklakov, Sergey Goroshko and the creators of "Major Grom: The Game" share their impressions about returning to their roles and tell more about the upcoming premiere.

[deborahdeshoftim5779]

Even MORE great news:

Russian dissident Ilya Yashin is FREE from a Russian prison! It is finally good to hear of a Russian dissident who has been released this time.

Here he is, with members of the late Alexei Navalny's team, including Leonid Volkov (white shirt), Maria Pevchikh, and Ivan Zhdanov behind her.

JUSTICE does come!

[thepaleys]

Grand Duke Paul Alexandrovich kept his word which he had given me; my service with him was comfortable and pleasant. We were almost the same age, twenty-five, and twenty-six years old. He did not yet have a particular residence and occupied an apartment in the Winter Palace and had only a limited staff because he lived exclusively at the Emperor's expense.

Grand Duke Paul had a fairly even temperament. He had moments of liveliness and being on edge, but in general, he was of great benevolence, above all looking out for those people who were dependant on him in whatever way. He was never very talkative and kept a modest and confined life, principally for reasons of his health. During this time the doctors strongly believed that the symptoms of tuberculosis had manifested in the Grand Duke.

I remember that at the beginning of my service with him, Grand Duke Paul went, along with his brother Grand Duke Serge Alexandrovich and his wife Grand Duchess Elizabeth Feodorovna, on his first trip to Athens. This event remains engraved in my memory because it was the reason for my first voyage abroad.

Up until his marriage, which had taken place during the summer of 1889, Grand Duke Paul Alexandrovich lived in the Winter Palace, always keeping the same retiring lifestyle. At the beginning of Spring that year, the Grand Duke left for the second time to go to Greece, to revisit his fiancée, Alexandra Georgievna. This time, I accompanied him.

This voyage gave me a brilliant dream of light and colour. After staying six weeks as guests of the court in Athens, we returned to Petersburg, followed by Princess Alexandra of Greece, where the marriage took place in June 1889.

The newlyweds were installed in their palace, on the Neva quay, behind the Church of the Annunciation, facing the Naval Corps.

MEMORIES OF ALEXEI VOLKOV Personal Valet to Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna 1910 - 1918

[anthropologistfromentropy]

Just ended up with the weirdest and most random ship I have ever had: Arkady Trubetskoy from the Silver Skates and Lawrence of Arabia??

Basically Arkady is a bisexual with internalized homophobia and sadistic tendencies. He tries to hit on Alexey Tarasov, who rejects him. But Alexey introduces Arkady to Lawrence, a supressed queer masochist, who is friends with Oleg Volkov (they served together during WW1).

Arkady is an extremely shitty person tho, the villain in my fic. He becomes antisemitic and homophobic out of spite, after Alisa breaks up with him to date Vera Urusova. He joins the Black Hundreds (the Okhrana had basically the same values tbh, and he was canonically a captain in Okhrana. Not sure why they would go after pickpockets instead of revolutionaries, though.)

[candorverity]

Thinking of making an unhinged video essay on the plot of Embassy Row

[catgondoliere]

Iosif Volkov (Russian, 1854-1897)

Portrait of Alexei Savrasov (1884)

[anthropologistfromentropy]

I need to write about Oleg and Matvey from Silver Skates baking together fr. Sergey and Alexey eating the baked goods and talking about revolution, of course.

I love that Oleg's comfort is a bakery reality while Sergey's is museum and grand works of art.

[mossycobblestonearts]

the yippee rancher returns

okay, so like, if you know, you know...

i'm on roblox, hold the boos, i don't actually care

the daybreak discord server got nuked :( and all my yippees DIED which is UNACCEPTABLE

so,, i will be posting them all here,, eventually...

anyways,, this will act as the master post for the yippees!!! (in order of creation)

things will be hyperlinked as they are posted :)

the masterlist <3

adriana

arlo

gabrielle cole

eiji inagaki

iris

jun inagaki

yara valle

mamo ikaika

cora madden

jack sato

seung kwan

yeona jeung

sarah lindholm

emery rivera

dae-jung pak

yan tian

eman attia

riley west

serena wolfe

kyle wolfe

finley marai (polluted)

dakari bowens

amari taymiyyah

elijah songaa

taylor dalton

chaoxing lai

yvonne kojo

unforgotten

taliyah mehta (stalker)

yronica ayala

alexei (watcher)

lyndon davenport

kelvin mars

crystal phechr

klara cruz (ghost)

elizabeth payne

ye-jun im (idol)

nami deng

dakota nicole

emil singh

winona davis (banshee)

crosby aldrich

callum gallagher

jules (showstopper)

cole volkov (werewolf)

mahali (apostate)

p3-ng (android)

becca prescott

sera

makoto shizuka

tanasha njoki (empress)

christoph hoftman (surgeon)

alexis hargrove (host)

rayner byrne

wren harris (slasher)

sanjana dewan

tara sokolova (voidskulk)

saadiya ali

aaaquil che

parker kaplan

ryder parikh

lawrence payne (warden)

aiden talbot (janitor)

nathen reyes

gavin prescott

daryl ross (principal)

tabitha harris

anais desir

[moonlight-shadxw]

I think nolan was heavily influenced by his uncle but that lifestyle of crime ended up being so miserable, so he thought about creating a persona (nolan chance) who'd just deal with everything without much care, no grudges, no anger, no fear etc, Just luck and "fun", his real name is Alexei volkov

[bountyhaunter]

TIMING: January 6th, 2021 PARTIES: The Volkovs! LOCATION: Volkov family estate, dining room SUMMARY: A look into a nice, cozy christmas dinner with the Volkovs. CONTENT: Implications of (past) domestic abuse

Like most evenings like this, Christmas with the Volkovs was a method of showing off. Russian orthodox traditions were followed like paths shaped into the earth centuries ago, with little purpose besides repetition and glory. A visit to church is forgone, by now, though Alexei Volkov was wont to pull out the dusty slavonic bible and read a passage or two. Not about the birth of the savior, but rather the stories of guts and sacrifice. He thought very little of God, but old testament vengeance is up his alley. Besides, the house was at its best when all ears and eyes were laid on him. 

Still, the most important part was what laid on the table — spoils of another successful hunt. Only those that had contributed were allowed to sit around the table, and so there had been plenty of years in Daiyu’s childhood where she had not had a seat and eaten dinner in her bedroom, her plate lacking any and all meats. Her siblings would tell her excitedly about the food they had eaten and prepared, how they had stripped the skins of their hunts and learned how to roast, cook or grill them. 

But no longer was she a child incapable of shooting something first, so the past years Daiyu had sat at the full table, filling her plate with the meats of creatures killed by herself and the rest of her family. The pungent smells of meat and alcohol filled the room. The candles flickered softly. Something classical and dull played in the background. The scent of stale cigarettes stuck to her uncle like glue. Daiyu pushed around the meat on her plate. It would be a death sentence to say that a traditional American Christmas Turkey might be preferred over the tough meat of an aquasturge, but she sure was thinking it. At least the gravy helped. And the deviled stymphalian eggs? Those were a hit, every fucking year.

So logically, she got up from her seat, placed a knee on her chair and reached over the table to grab some more. Immediately, like a knife cutting through the muscles and sinew of the slayed bies (the centerpiece of the table, killed by Vissa), her father spoke up, “Have you lost your ability to ask for things politely, Daiyu?” It was the first thing said in five minutes. 

Her hand remained floating mid air, fork sticking from her grab as it pointed towards the plate of eggs. Her sister sat close to them, looking up at Daiyu with amusement in her eyes. Her immaculately painted nails reached for the plate, pulling it closer to her. How Inna’s manicure remained so perfect after a bloody and long hunt, Daiyu didn’t know. Hers chipped immediately after putting it on. 

Of course, she knew — you weren’t supposed to stretch your body over the dinner table to reach for something. Her arm was passing her brother’s face, obstructing his view. It was considered rude to do such a thing. But what the fuck did politeness matter, here? With people she’d known all her life and had shown her their ugly sides over and over? They had been shooting their bullets and arrows in living creatures for the past few days. She had elbowed Vissa in his stomach to get somewhere faster. Inna had messed with her rifle. Her father had demeaned all three of them on separate occasion for their many flaws and failures, in hopes of improving them.

God forbid, though, that she obstruct her brother’s view and didn’t ask her sister to hand her the deviled eggs.

Daiyu stretched her short body further, trying to stick her fork into the white of at least one of the eggs. Inna pulled it even closer. “Do you want something?” Her voice was honey sweet, her eyes blinking as if she had no idea what Daiyu was after. Her eyelids were smeared with glitter that looked bloody. Daiyu’s own eyeliner was already smeared onto her cheek. She hated how pretty her sister was. “Maybe I can … assist you? I don’t know.” 

It was just eggs, was it not? Vissa, quiet as always, now also turned his gaze onto his sister. She felt it burn into her, making her cheeks red. Daiyu had no alcohol to blame for this, only the history between herself and every single individual at the table. It was just eggs. She was just supposed to ask Inna to hand her the fucking plate so she could scarf down a few more of the eggs, but she had it in her mossgreen claws and was looking at her the way she often did. Like she was something small and helpless that simply needed a hand. Like it was so nice that Inna didn’t step on her throat every chance she got. As if she was so charitable, helping out her simpleminded, less capable sister when she simply could not. 

And Vissa? Her oldest sibling, her great and strong brother who had once seemed like a protector? He was the silent watcher, begging her with one crease of his brow not to cause a scene. 

“Sit,” her father said, a distant voice at the head of the table. Daiyu never understood why manners mattered to a man who locked humanoid beasts into cages, who was covered with blood in most of the memories she had of him, who’d treated her and her siblings in ways no polite father was supposed to. 

Daiyu did not address the demand, in stead staring daggers at Inna, “Give it.” 

Inna continued to look confused. “Give what?”

“You know what.”

She shook her head, “I don’t think I do.”

Daiyu was sure Vissa was begging Inna with his stupid eyes now, too. “You’re fucking touching it, you know —”

“Language,” said her father, who had taught her most of the swearwords she knew. Who thought there were places and time for such expletives, who saw the world as his design and figured this dinner table as a place of control. She wondered how long it’d take before he’d shove her back into the seat.

Her uncle drained his glass of wine and refilled it. He never had to reach for the bottle — it always seemed closest to him. Vissa was non verbally communicating with the younger sisters that had long stopped listening to any of his cues.

Inna picked up an egg and nibbled a tiny bit off it, not spilling any of the filling. She chewed thoughtfully and Daiyu sniffed angrily, wanting to go off on a tangent that was interrupted once Inna had swallowed her tiny bite: “Whatever do you want Daiyu? I’d gladly give it to you. But you’ll have to ask nicely.”

Daiyu raised herself to her full, unimpressive length. (At least Inna only had one inch on her, and not the ten her brother did.) Her fork was jabbing in the direction of the eggs. “The. Eggs.” 

Inna waited patiently, putting her nibbled egg on her plate and picking up the dish holding the eggs. She made no move to hand it over, though. Daiyu knew what she wanted to hear — that six second word that they had all been taught was a sign of weakness. Asking people for things was a concession, tacking on that pleading word was even worse. They had been drilled not to use it. You don’t ask for things. You take them when you deserve them. Unless, of course, it was at the dinner table of her father’s home. Then, suddenly, these human etiquette rules played a role again. Performance.

Daiyu let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Please.” A beat. “You bitch.”

As if it was choreographed, her father put down his glass like a punctuation to the insult. “Sit down and spare us the rest of your foul vocabulary, Daiyu. We have heard it enough times to know it by heart — and besides its obvious rudeness, it has grown tedious.” 

Daiyu considered flipping him the bird, but in stead continued to stare at Inna and the eggs. Her sister raised the plate, Daiyu moved the fork in her hand so that she could balance both plate and cutlery, and for a moment it seemed like it might all be okay after all. She had sacrificed some of her pride, but she’d get her eggs. 

And then Inna’s hand slipped and the eggs slid from the plate, falling face forward on the tablecloth. They made unimpressive sounds, but they might as well have sounded like falling bombs with how destructive this simple slip was.

“Whooops.” The plate followed the eggy avalanche, slamming onto the eggs and plastering them against the deep red of the cloth after shattering in three pieces. Daiyu stared at it for a moment. Vissa sighed the longest sigh known to men. Her uncle was fingering around for a cigarette. Alexei looked at both his daughters, wondering why they could not leave their feral behavior at the door, as if he had not taught them to be as feral as the creatures they killed.

The fork moved in her hand, finding its way back between her thumb and index finger and before Daiyu could think twice, she had pulled herself up straight and was throwing it at Inna. She squealed as she evaded the thrown fork, which ended up in stuck in the wood paneled wall, quivering like an arrow. 

And then, all notion of manners went out the window. Daiyu dove over the table to her sister, who met her attack with her own. Her claws pulled at her hair while her clever tongue rained an endless torrent of insults about her sister’s temper and immaturity. Her uncle lit his cigarette, as smoking inside was a smaller sin that brawling during dinner. Vissa looked at his father and apologized, as he was sure he could have stopped this and felt the burden of their misbehavior weigh on his eldest chest. Alexei pretended not to hear him as he unconsciously mimicked the child he thought himself least similar to: he took his glass and threw it at the same wall Daiyu had thrown her fork into. 

Glass flew and spat and this time, when he demanded everyone, “Sit down!”, they would listen. Because once Alexei forwent his beloved manners, all knew that the tide could turn quickly and nastily.

And so the Volkov’s Christmas fell into silence once more, as Inna wiped the glass from her chair and Daiyu observed the pluck of dark hair laying on the floor before returning to her seat. This time she took the long way round, sitting down quietly and returning to her dry aquasturge. The longing for a normal, fat turkey was even louder now.

[mariacallous]

On November 17, the Russian Justice Ministry announced that it had filed a lawsuit with the Supreme Court demanding that the “international LGBT movement” be banned as an “extremist organization” in Russia. The agency failed to explain what exactly the “LGBT movement” is, who leads it, or how it’s structured, but it claimed to have identified signs of an “extremist orientation” in its workings. The Supreme Court is scheduled to consider the request on November 30. Meduza has compiled some of the initial reactions to the suit from prominent Russian journalists, politicians, and bloggers.

Valery Fadeyev

Chairman of Russia’s Presidential Human Rights Council

What LGBT movement? Is this a movement, an organization, that exists in Russia? That what my initial thought. We’ll have to look at the details of this lawsuit and see what we’re talking about here.

Yekaterina Mizulina

Head of the Safe Internet League

This means a serious barrier will be imposed against values that undermine Russia and destroy our identity. I want to thank the courage and professionalism of our law enforcement officers, Justice Ministry specialists, and Safe Internet League experts who helped prepare this historic event. We’re making progress.

Farida Rustamova

Independent journalist

The Russian Justice Ministry invented the “international LGBT public movement” and is now trying to ban it. In practice, this will likely mean they’ll be able to jail someone for having a rainbow flag on their social media avatar, for example. That’s the kind of electoral campaign Putin is running as he approaches his fifth term.

Leonid Volkov

Politician, Alexey Navalny associate

And so it begins: Putin’s “electoral campaign dedicated to traditional values” that we were promised, with Russia portrayed as a “family of families.”

Well, to be precise, it started a bit earlier, when they suddenly launched their anti-abortion agenda from all directions. Now is the second step. The fact that there’s no “extremist LGBTQ+ organization” is of no concern to anyone, of course; Putin’s political strategists need the image of an enemy that the elderly president can confidently defeat, and as a bonus, all Center E branches will get the chance to fabricate as many criminal cases as they want and receive promotions.

Ksenia Sobchak

Journalist and media figure

EVERYONE has finally fucking lost it. It’s just unbelievable.

We’re really going to find ourselves in the same league as North Korea, the Taliban, and Hamas pretty soon.

Yevgeny Popov

Deputy chair of the State Duma Committee on Information Policy, propagandist

The details of this lawsuit are not very clear, and, of course, we can’t predict what decision the court will make. So let’s refrain from speculating about it right now, because we’ve begun discussing even the rainbow openly and publicly. Let’s not be absurd — it’s impossible to ban a rainbow, wind, storms, or clouds.

As far as LGBT’s recognition as some kind of organization — let’s look at the explanations, the arguments from both sides. It will be a very interesting legal process. For now, I don’t have an understanding of how it will be interpreted.

Sergey Badashmin

Lawyer

Are they going to declare rainbows “extremist material?”

Maksim Olenichev

Lawyer

LGBT activists will continue their work; after all, there are millions of LGBT people living in Russia. But their work will get significantly more dangerous. The number of LGBT initiatives will most likely shrink, some will go underground, but the work of helping LGBT people will continue — in new conditions and with higher risks.

Sergey Parkhomenko

Journalist

Am I understanding correctly that this international LGBT movement that the Russian Justice Ministry wants to declare extremist and ban is not a specific organization, not a legal entity or an association of people, but just the general LGBT movement, small “m,” with no quotation marks, in its entirety, in all of its forms and manifestations, on a global level?

Or am I missing something, and they mean something or someone more specific?

Georgy Urushadze

Founder of the publishing company Freedom Letters

So you’re telling me that the Taliban can’t be declared extremist, but an entire human rights movement can? [...]

We’ll show them our flag. Along with our middle fingers.

[professor-shroder]

Alexei Volkov (Russian), Vincent's brother!

[thepaleys]

The next two trips abroad were with the goal of bringing about the reality of the Grand Duke's decision to enter a morganatic marriage with Mme. Pistolkors. We stayed in Paris and Berlin for a while and finally made a tour of Italy, accompanied by the Grand Duke's two aide-de-camps, Likhatchev and Efimovich. Likhatchev had the mission to find an Orthodox Priest abroad who would agree to marry the Grand Duke and Mme. Pistolkors. His search, though, was unsuccessful, and we returned in the lurch to Petersburg. The Grand Duke was suffering a lot, and fell sick again. Mme. Pistolkors once again cared for him with much devotion until all improved. We left again for Berlin, and then on to Italy while the aide-de-camp Likhatchev energetically continued his search for an Orthodox Priest who would consent to the morganatic marriage of the Grand Duke and Mme. Pistolkors. He finally found one, a Greek priest who, for a tidy sum, agreed to marry them.

That same day, Likhatchev asked me on behalf of the Grand Duke to sign a certificate which established the following facts: the status of widower of Grand Duke Paul and the divorce of Mme. Pistolkors. I tried in vain to decline the request, as it created the possibility of incurring the displeasure of the Emperor, Nicholas II. Likhatchev, though, kept repeating that he would bear all responsibility. I had to give in. Aside from the three of us, Efimovich, Likhatchev and me, the act was even signed by a fourth person. Two days later, the Grand Duke came to find me in my room and said: "I am alone here, abroad, and I have neither parents or close relations. So, Volkov, give me your blessings for my marriage." I gave my blessing to the Grand Duke. We cried, both of us, and hugged warmly. The wedding of Grand Duke Paul took place in Verona. I did not attend. After the wedding, the princely couple returned to Florence.

MEMORIES OF ALEXEI VOLKOV - Personal Valet to Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna 1910 - 1918

[represseddilfs]

𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜

Indie role play blog featuring mainly older male OCs. Smut based. Dark and triggering content will be present and not tagged. Exploration of older, typically repressed married men. OC and canon friendly. Semi-selective, low to medium activity. Dash only. Written by Murdock, 29+ NB.

Use the links below for more information. Mobile friendly list of muses below the cut.

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Starters

Arthur Dawson: Mechanic, 53, dominant (JR Bourne)

Richard Winston: Bar owner, 55, dominant (Jeffrey Dean Morgan)

Santiago Mendez: Detective, 48, switch (Pedro Pascal)

Forest Martin: Rancher, 46, dominant (Ian Bohen)

Alexei Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Charlie Hunnam)

Marshall Teller: Personal trainer, 40, switch (Alan Ritchson)

Brandon Harris: Crooked cop, 45, switch (Tom Hardy)

Dominic Ricci: Surgeon, 56, dominant (Joe Manganiello)

Thomas Grant: Motorcycle street racer, 42, dominant (Ryan Gosling)

Nicolas Pederson: Band manager, 42, dominant (Chris Pine)

Carlos Alvarez: Professor, 49, switch (Danny Pino)

Cameron Davis: Baker, 42, switch (Chris Evans)

Dante Branson: Stock broker, 50, dominant (Anson Mount)

Jason Parker: Retired boxer, 54, dominant, (Hugh Jackman)

Elias Hoffman: Soldier, 43, switch (Luke MacFarlane)

Liam Abrams: Retired porn star, 55, dominant (Frank Grillo)

Rowan Montgomery: Gym owner, 45, dominant (Jon Bernthal)

Sebastian Richards: Author, 47, dominant (Liam O'Brien)

Ryan Cho: Theatre actor, 54, dominant (Daniel Dae Kim)

Dylan Cromwell: Tailor, 52, switch (Ewan McGregor)

Joshua Conelly: Stay at home dad, 40, switch (Henry Cavill)

Lance Priest: Construction site manager, 47, dominant (David Harbour)

Andrew Weeks: Lawyer, 45, dominant (Pablo Schreiber)

Oliver Velasco: Musician, 44, switch (Oscar Isaac)

Silas Perez: Outlaw biker, 45, dominant (Santiago Cabrera)

William Reichheld: Bounty hunter, 55, dominant (Tim Olyphant)

Joel Beckerman: Firefighter, 40, dominant (Sebastian Stan)

Bartholomew Walsh: Distiller, 47, switch (Cillian Murphy)

Nathaniel King: Security specialist, 54, doominant (Josh Brolin)

Dimitri Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Joel Kinnaman)

Augustine Nelson: Casino owner, 58, switch (Keanu Reeves)

Caspian Fitzgerald: Hippotherapist, 42, dominant (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Max Berry: Contractor/house flipper, 53, dominant (Skeet Ulrich)

Zane Weisman: Wrestling coach, 33, dominant (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

Deacon Abbott: Assassin, 52, dominant (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau)

Wyatt McNabb: Repossession specialist, 34, switch (Ryan Corr)

[candorverity]

Very normal script writing

[shattered-pieces]

The former head of Navalny's campaign headquarters, Leonid Volkov, was attacked in his ego at home in Vilnius. This was reported by the ex-press secretary of Alexei Navalny, Kira Yarmysh. "They broke the window in his car with a hammer and sprayed tear gas in his eyes, after which the attacker began to beat Leonid with a hammer. Now Leonid is at home, the police and an ambulance are on their way to him," she wrote. After that, doctors arrived and decided to hospitalize the victim. "The news about the attack on Leonid Volkov is shocking," said the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Lithuania. "Relevant bodies are working. The guilty will have to answer for their crime," added the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Lithuania, Gabrielus Landsbergis. "The key risk now is that we will all be killed. Well, it's quite an obvious thing," Leonid Volkov told the publication on the evening of March 12, a few hours before the attack. In the photo: Volkov is taken to the hospital by ambulance. It is obvious that Putin and his agency have moved on from state terrorism and consider it possible to organize attacks and murders of undesirables in the countries of the European Union. We wish Leonid a speedy recovery and appropriate protection and safety measures! European law enforcement agencies should take comprehensive measures to detain and arrest all Putin agents, killers and their accomplices. The time has come to put an end to this resolutely and universally. No Putin's terror! We are not afraid and they will not intimidate us!✊🏻 UPD "The great terror of a small dictator has begun" - this is how Khristo Grozev commented on the attack on Volkov. "Activists, journalists and just free-thinking people - be careful. Do not be afraid, but be careful. Don't make it easier for brainless bandits," Grozev added on X social networks.