#C: Vladimir

[silvcrignis]

Vladimir as Keira’s drudge goes EVERYWHERE with her. Kinda his job. Reason why no one in the DBD verse who knows her has not MET her drudge yet. There are two people ( @manufactoredxbyxdesign / @d4ngerous ) Keira interacts with there who he doesn’t hate so far but he’s also shy so he’s not gonna say hi to them yet lmao. Everyone else though? He doesn’t like y’all if you approach him without good reason he’s cursing y’all the fuck out in Russian & stabbing you at least 5 times in the jugular with one of his sketch pencils (he’s an artist™️).

He’s usually sleeping in the Hatch during Keira’s trials so rare Survivors have seen the mans bc sometimes she’ll leave her hatch open if she’s feeling merciful for someone that did REAL good in a trial. Don’t uh. Touch him. Drudges bite the same way their masters do & also have sharp teeth, you will need stitches.

[janpawlak]

Leo + 🥐🍴

[collageofnudes]

Viktoriia Aliko (Hillary C) by Vladimir Nikolae

[vand0rk]

'You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own'

[gofishygo]

when i write i need my mental state to be fit to depict certain characters and scenarios and the only thing i think i could write for is writing nikto/reader angst hurt comfort or hurt/no comfort OR makarov hopelessly screwing over reader zero in between i genuinely cannot stand love or happiness right now

[elven-woodlander]

timeline cleanse (ft rodya)

[carbon-fiber-internal-organs]

[tozuiyon]

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Continuing on the behind the scenes of Crime and Punishment (2007) directed by Dimitri Svetozaeov (Преступление и наказание by Дмитрий Светозаров)…

here is the video that I talked abt in the first post 😭😭 (because I can't post more than 1 in a post).

Also added the vid from the first post - in case you're new to this post ;)

HE GOT THOSE ‘HOLDING AND WAVING THE AXE AROUND’ DANCE MOVES

Fun Fact:

The actor, Vladimir Koshevoy (Владимир Кошевой) who plays Raskolnikov, was suggested to find and listen to music- specified for each episode- in order to get in character and determine the behavior of Raskolnikov.

Music he listened to were 'destructive' (in his opinion and he quotes, "Dostoyevsky should have everything that is, a lyrical waltz, a soul-twisting march, and an incomprehensible creak of something...").

He mentions classical music like; Vivaldi, Schnittke, Gubaidulina, Karavajchuk, Arvo Pärt, etc...

...........Is Madonna one of them?? 😳😳😳 /j

Interview with Koshevoy

god this song slaps so much

i noticed that on Koshevoy’s instagram and vk, he listens to Muse and Panic at the Disco 😭😭😭

I believe that these were the costume tests for the series. They're all so cute sobsosbosbobsob

Somehow I can't find the other actors costume tests :(

that jacket looks so comfy ngl

he got that palmerston hat fit

HES SO FINE

Screen tests!!!!!

THIS SCREAMS 2000s SO MUCH AAAAAAAA

Koshevoy - Raskolnikov with St Petersburg's 'The Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood' behind him..... edgelord.

RASKOLNIKOV WITH A FLIP PHONE BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Potential meme material

I think he's up to something guys 🤔

I THINK THE PHOTOGRAPHER FELL IN LOVE WITH KOSHEVOY LMAO

i'm in love with him too 😳😳😳😳

have no idea what they're doing here 😭😭

he is silly goofy your honor 🥲

hes like me fr

here is some more photos that the photographer took--

AND NOW I HAVE REACHED THE 30 PHOTO LIMIT........

stay tuned for the next post! :D

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[141n3]

”she’s nothing compared to you- Leon.”

vladimir lenin x leon trotsky

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cross posted on ao3 here

sfw but gets spicy at the end

It was now I who was pushing him away.

“Comrade- what?! Why-“

He silenced me. Putting his index finger on my lips, and his other hand he cupped my cheek, thumb carressing my facial hair. 

“Save your voice- Leon.” 

I took his finger off of my lips, still confused. 

“Comrade-“

“Call me Vlad.”

We had never done first names. He always called everyone by either their surname or ‘comrade’. This made me feel like I was different- I was Leon. Not Trotsky or Comrade. 

“…Vlad, what are you doing?! I thought… I thought you..” 

I couldn’t seem to finish my sentence. The words refused to leave my lips. Perhaps that was because they were muffled by his soft lips attacking my own. Silencing me for a good amount of time. 

He leaned forward towards me, I could taste the beer on his lips from the rounds we had been drinking beforehand. I vodka, and him beer; specifically Zhigulyovskoe- his favorite brand. 

The kiss was deep, passionate, everything I had ever dreamed of and so much more. I felt a divine feeling I had only ever felt when I was about to go to sleep and thoughts of this exact moment were going through my mind. 

When we pulled away slowly to catch our breath, he gazed into my eyes as I had done to him so many times before. 

“You thought I like women?”

“Yes com- Vlad.”

He chuckled and looked at the fire burning in front of us in the fireplace, where on a chestnut shelf above it was a photo of his wife, Nadezhda, then he swapped his gaze to the photo of Inessa. That I now realise was on the floor now. 

“Well, I do. That’s no lie.”

I was confused, at the time, I had no knowledge of a spectrum of sexuality. It was two options:

Sin:

Homosexuality, men lying with men and women lying with women. 

Truth:

Heterosexuality, men with women. 

My young mind knew not that you could love both men and women. ‘How could you be sinful and follow the truth at the same time?!’ I thought. 

“What?”

“It’s strange, I know. But so are you. You’re a homosexual.”

I knew that, but still, hearing it from someone else’s lips made me tense up inside with anxiety and fear. 

“I am both heterosexual and homosexual. I know not of a word for that, but it is I. That is who is am.”

“I… guess that makes sense.. but still, you have Nadezhda and Inessa! Why would you want me?! You could have anyone you want, and you do, but why would you want me?! We could never be together no matter what so what is the point?”

He stared at me, as if releasing a flock of butterflies into my stomach.

“You said it yourself: I can have anyone I want. And I want you, Leon.”

There it was again, Leon. 

“But… why?”

He stared at me, as if gobsmacked by my inquiry. 

“Why? What the devil do you mean?” His eyebrows raised. 

“Look at yourself, LISTEN to yourself. You’re an intellectual-“

Nadezhda was an intellectual. One of the key women in the revolution. History will remember her as the strong Russian woman who helped her country fight tyranny. History will remember me as just another man who tried to take Lenin’s fame and credit. 

“- A truly handsome man-“

Inessa was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had the type of beauty that Lenin went after- eyes that saw the horrors of the lower class, and handled those struggles with grace rather than anger, a mouth that spread the good word of revolution and uprise, hair that was tied back; ready to be filthed with the blood of the bourgeoisie and all our fallen comrades, legs ready to walk the journey to justice, hands that help her comrades. And she was all that and more. She had all the best qualities in a revolutionary and still looked like she was blessed at birth. 

“- and most importantly, you’re always by my side. Inessa and Nadezhda are not. Nadezhda is equally unfaithful to me as I am to her, and Inessa is more ran through than the trenches of WWI.”

I… had never heard him speak so ill-willed of them. It was always Nadezhda’s revolutionary efforts and Inessa’s adventurous personality in bed. 

He was right. 

Inessa was a whore, and Nadezhda is a average woman who thinks of herself as more than she really is. All bark no bite. 

And I,

I was always there. I was writing to him in exile in Siberia. I wrote essays against the Tsar. I was with him to develop our cause together. I was his right hand man. 

“You… you, Leon. Are mine. Not Inessa, not Nadezhda.”

He kissed me again, and this time I accepted it, interlocking my fingers with his. His free hand began to wonder, feeling my body over my layers of clothing which I was praying for him to rip off as soon as possible. Which I tried to convey to him by tugging on his shirt, or what I thought was his shirt. Which might’ve been his pants. His free hand took a break from caressing my body to trying to unbuckle my belt, but stopped abruptly when a thought came to his head. 

“Not here- how impolite of me.”

“By what do you mean?”

“A gentleman like you deserves a proper experience on a comfortable bed. Come, Nadezhda’s bed in more comfortable than mine.”

The fact that we were going to make love on her bed. HER BED. It made me all giddy inside as I followed him, hands held by his own while he led me to her room.

TO BE CONTINUED 

[broshkka]

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With doing this one idk what I’m more hyperfixated on rn, on koshevoy’s raskolnikov or on koshevoy at all……

[bettingonducks]

Doc McStuffins was also a really good show (also I stole my Flint voice claim from someone else lol)

[silvcrignis]

“I do drink werewolf blood every morning but that’s more of a hate crime I guess." -Vladimir Winechester

[sinsofsinister]

Hello COD friends. Here's my full run of the campaign with no commentary. I died twice, but those have been removed and some silences / wait screens have been chopped to make the thing more seamless. Chapters and full subtitles are included. Full thing is 3 hours and 22 minutes :)

[collageofnudes]

Viktoriia Aliko (Hillary C) by Vladimir Nikolaev for RSmagazine

part 2 / 2 (part 1)

[cloudn9nesys]

Silly doodles I did today in class, I was bored so like yeh

[chuck-glisson]

Hey Donald Trump,

Are YOU going to "Come After" ME TOO?

I'll be "Waiting",

BRING IT, ASS HOLE!