#Rasputin Demon of the Women

[fourorfivemovements]

Films Watched in 2023:

11. Rasputin, Dämon der Frauen/Rasputin, Demon of the Women (1932) - Dir. Adolf Trotz

[suchamiracle-does-exist]

Evolution of Conrad Veidt 🎬

Thanks @matthew-garth for suggesting the idea and music 🫰🏻

Such a miracle does exist on TikTok

[thesunmakesmetired]

I know i might have a weird taste for music but i didn't think it was that bad until i gave a lift to my brother and he kept begging be for a normal song after being forced to listen to nyan cat for not even 30 seconds...

And than two trucks started playing...

I just kept skipping through my playlist the whole ride and this is my fun playlist too :((

[emilynightshade89]

Was anyone going to tell me Conrad Veidt played Rasputin or was I supposed to find that out on IMDB myself?

[lncarnon]

hello world and all who inhabit it i present spicy

just going through my list of muses;

nadia is very touch adverse and subsequently hasn't been laid in a long time, only interested in men

nekros is exempt from spicy hc's

teshin has a non-existent sex drive

stalker very, very rarely is horny and the moments where he is are typically reserved for his acolytes, so good luck

julie has definitely used her charm and looks to seduce people to their death but the only time she would actually let it get anywhere, is with frank, or frank's permission

joey is definitely still a virgin, not for lack of trying, but he is wholly unsure what to do with himself in that regard

were-elk huntress would be quite a terrifying ordeal and since she has no interest in men, might be seduced by a woman but also.. good luck with that one

krampus trapper fucks, he's a scary demon goat-man, but no one has been brave enough to even try

b-312 has no interest in seeking out sex, though there is a chance someone could try and convince her, good luck. she definitely would not be interested in casual encounters.

the warden is a giant robot, no

the servant of the flame definitely still has a sex drive and they use the same magic that made them, to manifest a dick, but sex is far from the first thing on their mind

mia is open to a very loose lifestyle and flings, but her job keeps a lot from developing

finka has a very specific type of man she is interested in and if you don't fit that category, the answer is likely no, but she will be nice about it

yellowleg also doesn't think about sex, if ever

rosebud is the opposite and likes to use sex as a means to conquer cocky guys, if you get her in bed better prepare for her being on top

thatcher likes a good fuck as much as the next guy, but his age is starting to get to him, and if you asked out of the blue or at a bar he would probably just chuckle and decline

maximilien fucks but he never initiates, though he won't go to bed with strangers

the monitor before becoming the monitor had a normal sex drive, but ever since his training, sees no purpose in it (with one exception and they know who they are)

june likes sex, how it makes her feel, and she engages in it whenever convenient

amon would definitely use sex as a means to control someone, full stop, he isn't interested in attachment

revenant has bodies with modifications both for mouth and other means, he doesn't get horny, but would absolutely capitalize on making someone feel ashamed because they wanted to fuck a murder robot

slade hasn't really thought about sex since everything that happened in star city, it isn't something he goes looking for, and will satiate himself if it comes up

jeri knows what sex is but would be unlikely to do anything with that information, that being said, if you really wanted to go to town with a xenomorph and not be killed go ahead and try i GUESS

for walter there seems to be some suggestion that trolls have private parts but they don't use them to reproduce so i have NO IDEA if they could fuck. walter is far more human adjacent so he might?? try, if someone wanted.

zachariah definitely gets horny, but is fairly picky on whether or not he is going to be asking for help from anyone

aria will frequent a few bars around the local area if she is really feeling like she needs some release, but don't expect her to stick around

theoretically you could have sex with the ahamkara but also why would you want to do that

saint-14 is very much a monogamous man and that's the end of that

rasputin is another one of those 'you could but he wouldn't understand what's going on' characters, so probably don't try, his son might also hunt you down-

araskes is in a state of being that she doesn't have physical needs to any degree, for food, or sex. i guess it would not be impossible to seduce her but you would have better luck seducing a brick wall

delilah is bisexual but lesbian leaning, so women will definitely have better chances at engaging with her

the outsider hasn't been human in centuries, but if you approach him in my au where he was freed from being a god, he would be pretty lost as to what he is feeling and what to do about it haha. oldest virgin.

daud is asexual, he'd let you think you are getting somewhere and then he would probably stab you for being so gullible

caska is a giant cat, she would only be interested in other giant cats and even then she isn't interested in starting a family yet

rindul is a vampire that knows how to have a good time, but most people are scared of him, so he often has quite a bit of alone time

elam, as an assassin, has definitely used sex to get to a target. at least he lets them finish before gutting them. not much interest outside of work

lord warden dusk is a very large, dragon-like demon, who definitely could fuck but doesn't inherently have much of a sex drive if ever and would use it against a mortal readily. but hey, if you are into size difference-

the ascendant lord is just a guy, with a high position in society on both sides of his person. he gets offers all the time so you really would have to make an impression to get that kind of attention from him

maxwell only had eyes for one girl, and she hates him, so don't bother

shay fucks when the need arises, but it's usually limited to someone he already knows

aiden would be a task and a half to seduce, he usually sticks to himself

teylan is exempt from the spicy hc's

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh]

THIS WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD ANIMATION!!!ONLY IF I KNEW HOW TO ANIMATE!!!!

ok so I was listening to "Rasputin" and I realized that this would be such a good Glenn animation 👏 👌 😍 😀

Like idk how to explain but like when they say "women would desire" it should be for the times they say that it should be henry and Daryl cause henry thought Glenn was hot and Daryl made out with Glenn

Then when it was like "they poured poison into his wine" "he drank it all and said i feel fine" like when willy tried to kill him with power word kill and then like when the song said they beat him to death it should be when willy finally killed him

And when its like "oh these Russians" its just like cool demon Glenn being like "I still scared him tho"

Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[cherrytreegrove]

Fyodor Lebedev

Fyodor’s family worked for the royal Archer family for many years, using their magical abilities to help them. Fyodor had had enough of being disrespected by everyone around him. He thought he’d humble the royal family by showing them that they weren’t immortal, he slipped poison into their foods and watched as people ran to help them. The king, without any sort of evidence, blamed Fyodor for the poison. With the crime of Treason over his head, Fyodor was executed publicly. His last words being a curse to haunt the royal family with death and misfortune. In death be became a demon and plagued the deaths of any descendente of the royal family.

Fyodor is my twisted version of Rasputin from Anastasia. With elements of Mello from death note, Muzan from demon slayer, Fyodor Dostoevsky from bsd, and Sebastian from black butler

Princess

Princess Annabella Archer was the “daughter” of the king that Fyodor hated. As Annabella was the product of a affair, The king left her to be raised by servants, including Fyodor. Fyodor grew to love the little princess, she was like his daughter. She was 18 when Fyodor was sentenced to death, but she was not allowed at his execution. Because she wasn’t the blood daughter of the King, Annabella and her family were saved from Fyodor’s curse but he had to watch her live, grow old, die, and watch her legacy die.

Lady Fyodor

In his life, Fyodor used magic to disguise himself as a women to frame the King of adultery, causing the Queen to divorce him and start a war on his Kingdom.

Oc x Oc

Fyodor is in a poly-relationship with @althea-and-alcestris ‘s Louise and @sickle-stick ‘s Yuhang. Their Ship name is Dark Kingdom

Unique Magic

Fyodor’s UM is called “Curse of the Crime”

His UM causes small, horrific, bat like creatures to attach themselves to an individual. Those creatures then feed of that person’s desires, fears, and repeat thoughts. Once one of the creatures touches someone, it will never disappear, even if Fyodor undoes his UM. That curse says on that person and can activate at whatever moment, the curse can even effect their dreams and cause hallucinations.

[bardic-tales]

2.26.24

Step One: The Scope

I always love to plan my WIPs by exploring how big of a world or distance that I want to cover in any of my works. Before I started to use this method in preparing my manuscript, I would start with the Outline and try to worldbuild / write as I go. I was like a hybrid between a pantser and a plotter.

What’s my scope?

The scope of Pandemonix will feature the Knights of St. Cross as they go about their swore duty: disposing and protecting humanity from the demons belching from the rings of Hell onto Earth. Lucifer, who is gearing up to bring about the Apocalypse, is commanding the demons.

While the prologue for Pandemonix takes place in the United States, the main part of the first book will unfold in different parts of Ireland.

What sort of story do I want to tell?

With Pandemonix, I am interested in relaying the foundation of a grand adventure. It will show the power struggle between the angels and demon, as well as the power struggle between Michael and Lucifer.

It will examine the morality of humanity and the Holy Roman Church. I also love to dive into the societal impact on the behavior of people. What will these religious men and women do when they face the upcoming Apocalypse and what looks like the demons will take over the world? Unrequited love causes the first seal of the Apocalypse to break, resulting in anarchy in the last half of Pandemonix.

What’s the purpose of the story?

The purpose of Pandemonix will be to follow along with the Knights of St. Cross, specifically the Sovereign Military Order of Divvik that is based out of Ireland, as they try to stop Rasputin and the first seal of the Apocalypse from breaking.

There will be a prophecy surrounding the main protagonist, Kayla Winters, and her relationship with Knight-Commander Alexander Michael Augustus Maloney. He resists sleeping with her as he believes the prophecy will cause Kayla’s transformation as the ‘Whore of Babylon’ and will deliver her pure soul to Lucifer.

Summary:

The stage is set for a battle between the forces of Heaven and Hell in Pandemonix. This is embodied by the Knights of St. Cross and the demonic hordes led by the fallen angel Lucifer himself. The looming apocalypse threatens to engulf humanity against the backdrop of Ireland. The Sovereign Military Order of Divvik, led by Knight-Commander Alexander Michael Augustus Maloney, stands as the last line of defense against the encroaching darkness. As prophecies intertwine with personal struggles, the fate of Kayla Winters becomes a focal point. Her destiny bends the delicate balance of good and evil. With the specter of betrayal looming overhead, Kayla and her fellow knights must prevent the risen corpse of Rasputin and the breaking of the first seal, risking everything they hold dear to battle for the soul of humanity.

[bookwormninja710]

In case anyone was wanting some musical things to go with the MCU that aren't terribly heartbreaking.....

Black Widow: Demons (imagine dragons)

Thor: Thunder (imagine dragons)

Ant Man: Zero (imagine dragons)

Iron Man: Machine (imagine dragons)

Hawkeye: Natural (imagine dragons)

Hulk: Monster (imagine dragons)

Endgame: Whatever It Takes (imagine dragons)

Wanda Maximoff: Believer (imagine dragons)

Thanos to Gamora: Bad Liar (imagine dragons)

Nick Fury to Avengers and SHIELD: Warriors (imagine dragons)

Captain America and Winter Soldier: I Don’t Know Why (imagine dragons)

Spider-Man: It’s Time (imagine dragons)

Captain America with shield: Boomerang (imagine dragons)

Ant man to Cassy: West Coast (imagine dragons)

Stark Family: Walking The Wire (imagine dragons)

Star Lord: On Top Of The World (imagine dragons)

Bucky Barnes: Friction (imagine dragons)

Captain Marvel: Radioactive (imagine dragons)

Groot: Roots (imagine dragons)

Vision to Wanda Maximoff: I’ll Make It Up To You (imagine dragons)

Avengers: Who We Are (imagine dragons)

Thor and Loki: Love (imagine dragons)

Peggy: Stuck (imagine dragons)

Rhodes: War Machine (AC/DC)

Thor: Thunderstruck (AC/DC)

The Avengers: Legends Never Die (League of Legends)

Natasha Romanoff: Black Widow (Iggy Azalea)

Tony Stark: Iron Man (Black Sabbath)

Asgardians: We Are Gods (Audiomachine)

Bucky Barnes: Rasputin (Boney M.)

Winter Soldier: House of Memories (Panic! At the disco)

Avengers Endgame: Centuries (Fall Out Boy)

Captain America in Endgame: Hammer of Thor (Oda Gondrosen)

Bucky Barnes to Steve Rogers; Loki to Thor: I'm So Sorry (imagine dragons)

Captain America: Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue [The Angry American] (Toby Keith)

Black Widow: Locked and Loaded (the brevet)

Wanda Maximoff: W.I.T.C.H. (Devon Cole)

Captain Marvel: Most Girls (Hailee Steinfeld)

Bruce Banner to the other Avengers: Monster Among Men (5 seconds of summer)

Scarlet Witch: Dark Horse (Katy Perry)

Peter Parker in Homecoming: Something Big (Shawn Mendes)

Winter Soldier, to HYDRA: Look What You Made Me Do (Taylor Swift)

Loki, Brainwashed by Thanos: Psycho In My Head (Skillet)

Clint Barton: World's Smallest Violin (AJR)

Loki: I Did Something Bad (Taylor swift)

All MCU women: You Should See Me in a Crown (Billie Eilish)

She-Hulk: You Do You (Zayde Wølf)

Ultron, to the Avengers: Fairytales (Gabby Sophia)

Avengers: Born For This (The Score)

Any Hero's Origin Story: Legends are Made (Sam Tinnesz)

The Thunderbolts: Anti-Hero (Taylor Swift)

Sam Wilson taking the role of Cap: Am I Wrong (Nico & Vinz)

If you've got anything to add... I'm open to recommendations!!!!

[grimm-rider]

Entry 17

So I left out a little bit in my last entry. I wasn’t really in the mood to get into it. We spent the last two days of our little vacation just mentally recovering from our…spat. Then we reconvened in the Hut, gathered the next two keys, and headed for the next destination.

Once again the lights all went out.

Zorka cursed.

The lights returned. And there was a man standing before us, with five shadow demons beginning to form around him.

The man introduced himself as Gregorio Rasputin. We quickly put together that this was Baba Yaga’s only son. He told us that Baba Yaga was trapped in a matryoshka doll and that we would never save her.

Apparently he made some assumptions about what we did and didn’t know. When we told him we hadn’t already known who he was and where Baba Yaga was trapped, he cursed and said that ‘Elvie’ was going to kill him. So that answers who the voice had been in the Dancing Hut a while back.

This Rasputin figure left, but not before stopping to say ‘what’s up’ to me—because of course Baba Yaga’s only son who is working with Elvana to hold her captive knows me, at this point why should I have assumed anything different, really? Maybe I can actually get some real answers out of him. I doubt it. But the closer we get to Baba Yaga herself the better my chances are, I think.

Once Rasputin was gone, the room returned to normal. We were in a new chamber with a single large door leading further into the hut and a smaller trapdoor leading upwards.

Aenland declared that he knew that trick, and immediately started trying to push aside the bookshelf. I pointed out that even if we could move the shelf, last time we’d needed a specific item to get the door to open regardless of whether we knew where the door was or not. Aenland would not be dissuaded, so I decided to play along instead and told him that if he really wanted to move the bookshelf, he should probably ask Nevra for help, since she was a much more physically capable being than himself.

Greta chimed in that she could help, too. Just let the physically capable women handle it.

Aenland tried to argue that he wanted to do it on his own, but Greta and Nevra had already decided to move the bookshelf. Instead they knocked it clean over, sending all of the keys we’d collected so far scattering across the floor.

Good thing I hadn’t suggested Greta join in in wolf form to have two both larger and stronger people pushing it, something might have gotten broken.

There was, of course, nothing behind the bookshelf this time. That would have been too easy.

Aenland remained unconvinced, and began poking at the bricks, looking for any hint of a hidden door. At this point I decided to ignore him.

Nestian had gone over to the trapdoor, and was looking up at it. He declared that he was going to go take a look and see what might be up there. Edeya asked him not to knock beforehand—it being a trapdoor and all. Nestian agreed that he was just going to poke his head up. Then he climbed up. A moment later he called down asking Aenland to join him. Aenland was loathe to leave his investigation of the wall, and told Edeya to continue looking in his stead.

She took one look at the wall the moment he walked away, cast detect magic, and decided there was nothing there. I considered asking Talsune to pick up the bookshelf so we could tidy up all of the keys that got scattered about—but my partner isn’t the one who made the mess, why should he have to be the one to clean it up?

Aenland called down for the rest of us to join. I pointed out that the Dragonkin couldn’t fit through the trapdoor, to which the others decided that Talsune and Nevra would just have to stay behind for a while. I wasn’t keen on the idea, I’d grown accustomed to fighting alongside Talsune and wasn’t going to enjoy getting into a fight without his powerful presence there. But the others had decided we were exploring up there first, so I had been outvoted.

When I reached the top of the ladder, I found a room of similar small size to the one I’d just left, but this one appeared to have a large bottomless hole in the center. Only clearly there was something more going on, because Aenland was standing in midair in the center of the hole. I asked Aenland why he was floating over a bottomless pit, and he informed he that it was just an illusion and requested I join him. I carefully tested the ground, and finding that it didn’t fall out from under my feet, I did join him. It was very disconcerting. It looked like we should have been falling to our deaths, but it felt like there was a solid ground beneath our feet.

Ceseer poked her head up from the trap door, having decided she was joining us on this venture. Seeing as I’d promised her some new sights away from Triaxus, it was only fair. She came over to join me on the bottomless pit illusion, which seemed to sour Aenland’s mood, and he walked away.

Apparently he’s going to stick to his whole ‘ooooh I hate monks so much’ thing. Cesseer doesn’t seem to care—or maybe she’s being apathetic towards his jabs specifically to get him more riled up—but I am getting fed up with his nonsense. Cesseer hasn’t done anything to him! Just being a monk isn’t enough of an excuse to try to convince someone to eat poison, and wish death on them every fight, and be so obnoxiously loudly moody every time they’re around. I’ve had some damn petty reasons to hate people before, I’ll be the first to admit it, but this really takes the cake.

Regardless, Cesseer was coming with us.

Nestian found a second trapdoor leading downwards. He opened it and looked down into the next room. He then called a warning to us—the next room was made of candy. It looked delicious, but he got a feeling we shouldn’t eat any of it.

He also saw a set of double doors, and he asked either me or Aenland to get our Dragonkin to open the doors. Aenland didn’t seem to be quick to volunteer, so I went back to the trapdoor and asked Talsune to open the big set of double doors. He did, and as Nestian had hoped, the doors downstairs opened—even though the rooms didn’t come anywhere close to lining up logically, but that’s the Dancing Hut for you.

We each made our way down the ladder, and Talsune and Nevra joined us from the cauldron room. I felt what Nestian must have—that sweet smell and the tug of desire to break something off a wall or piece of furniture and eat it. I shook it off, but I felt the nagging desire. It wasn’t mine.

Talsune couldn’t shake off the desire like I had. After he entered the room, he snapped off a piece of a nearby chocolate table and began chewing it.

I felt an awful wriggling phantom sensation and crawling taste in my mouth as Talsune made a face and spat out the chocolate, thankfully without swallowing any of it.

The chocolate was full of maggots.

As dawning realization hit us, three Boogeymen appeared from the shadows.

I acted quickly, my eyes locking on one and I pulled out a small bone from my spell component pouch, which I snapped. The fey from Irriseni children’s nightmares bent in odd ways, but his bones didn’t break as severely as I had hoped. I chose not to quicken a spell, as I didn’t know how many spells I would need today. Who knows how big this configuration of the Hut might have been?

The Boogeyman had no such compunctions, and he threw a quickened Phantasmal Killer at me. I saw the shadows began to manifest something. Whatever I would consider my deeper fear. But I had seen more than enough things worth fearing that were real, and this was just an illusion. I saw through it, and it vanished.

He then tried to hold Nestian in place, to equally ineffective ends.

Then Nevra flew across the room, landing in the corner nearest the wardrobe, across from two of the three Boogeymen. She began singing. And Aenland began shooting. Arrows peppered the one that had tried to Phantasmal Killer me. He fell down dead. More arrows stuck into the one farthest from him, in the far corner. Cesseer ran in, knocking the final arrow out of the way carelessly, and punched out the last Boogeyman—not earning her any points with Aenland as she took his kill.

Nestian swung at the final Boogeyman. I tried to Boneshaker him, to pull him into flanking position between Nestian and Cesseer, but he resisted.

It didn’t matter. Talsune swung his blade down, and beheaded the final living nightmare. It was laughing a manic nervous laughter the entire time.

We searched the room. Talsune and I found a portal into another part of the hut through the fireplace. We surmised that all of the fireplaces in this configuration were portals—which meant the one in the first room we’d been in might have led somewhere as well. This particular one appeared to lead into a chamber lined with skulls that held candles. Real classy stuff.

Nestian found a forest in a wardrobe. Why would a wardrobe lead to a forest? This version of the hut doesn’t make any sense. Candy rooms and fireplace teleporters and forest wardrobes. Why couldn’t it have been straightforward like the garden on Triaxus?

Anyways, as we discussed which direction to go in, we had a realization. We didn’t know where our own rooms were. At that realization, the Geass flared up with a question: who wanted this one?

And it gave us a very pointed feeling that one of us had to choose.

None of us wanted to take the worm-infested candy room.

Finally Nestian agreed to be the one to take the room. When he did, a cave entrance opened up in one wall, leading into Nestian’s room. So when we choose a room it’s not that actual room we’re choosing, that’s just where the entrance to our own room will be in this configuration.

With that realization I immediately told them all I was calling the skull room. Didn’t matter what else might be in that chamber, that room was perfect for my aesthetic.

Aenland asked, what if he wanted the skull room? I asked him if he wanted the skull room. He said no, but what if? I said he didn’t so it didn’t matter. Edeya posed the same question, what if *she* wanted the skull room. I sighed and asked her, Edeya, do you want the skull room? She replied no, she just wanted to ask.

They are all absolute menaces.

With it agreed upon that I would take the skull room, my door appeared in that room before we even actually entered.

We still had to decide whether we were going to go in there for the forest though. I pointed out that between a room full of skulls and a forest, the skulls clearly felt more foreboding. Aenland agreed that he’d much prefer to go into the forest.

So we went into the forest. Which I’ve got to say, between the skull room and the forest, the forest ended up being much, much worse.

At least for me.

As we walked through the wardrobe, which at some point I couldn’t quite pinpoint transitioned into a vine-y passageway, we came to a room styled after an open forest clearing. There was a door with vines overgrown across it against one wall, a few trees, and a window.

The others saw something in the window, and Nestian went forward to investigate. He hesitated, then began describing what he saw through the window. The creatures in question I was able to identify as Derghodaemons, representations of death caused by violent insanity. Now that I knew what I was looking for, I saw two through the window, their backs to me. Whenever I blinked or looked away, they seemed to get ever so slightly closer. It was unnerving as fuck.

Nestian said he’d seen himself through the window for a moment as well, he didn’t know what that was about. So he was going to watch the window to be safe.

The rest of us were going to have to figure out how to clear the vines without getting too close to that window. Derghodaemons were known to have a feeblemind aura, and if whatever that window was, was somehow was projecting that, we’d be in trouble.

I got the idea of having Talsune burn the damn plants. But once the fire took hold, it quickly became clear that this plan wasn’t going to be feasible. The plants burned—but they burned too slowly. We’d be waiting for five—maybe ten minutes twiddling our thumbs while those daemons kept getting closer.

I decided, fuck it, we needed to use some raw strength and rip through those vines. I directed Talsune to take us both over to the door.

We’d gotten about halfway there when I no longer felt Talsune’s saddle under me.

Instead I felt a pain I can’t begin to describe. It was sharp, and it was everywhere. It was the feeling of something meant to be 3 dimensional being forced to exist in a 2D space. Everything hurt—moving, thinking, blinking. I was standing somewhere looking at a forest, and I stayed frozen in place because what else could I do as my mind was overwhelmed by being forced into a place it very much didn’t belong.

A moment later there was the sound of breaking glass, and thinking no longer hurt, breathing no longer hurt, my skin no longer felt like it was stretched thin and pressed forcefully into a shape it didn’t belong in. The moment my brain began processing things again was the moment the Derghodaemon’s claws raked across my chest, returning me fully to reality. I was standing behind Talsune, my back to his, and the two daemons we’d seen in the window were flanking on either side of me. Nestian was on the opposite side of Talsune, standing in front of a shattered window. Everyone else was where they had been before, in the vine-filled hallway.

Which is exactly where Aenland needed to be. A half-dozen arrows zipped past me and embedded themselves into the daemon to my left—killing it instantly.

The one to my right, the one that had raked its claws through me and cased profuse bleeding and a sickening exhaustion that I’d need Edeya’s help to dispel later, was still very much alive. I wanted to gone—I didn’t care if it was dead or just gone, I was too tired after what had just happened. So I cast Dismissal to try to simply send it away.

The stupid brute resisted my spell—which meant it would be leaving the hard way after all. I quickened an Inflict Serious Wounds and hit him with that instead. Talsune followed my lead and slashed through the outsider with his blade. Then Cesseer ran in and finished the job, stabbing the daemon through with her shotel.

Edeya came over and began fussing over me, healing me with lesser restoration and some inflict spells. I certainly didn’t complain, I appreciate that she wanted to help me after…whatever had just happened, although I really think she should have saved her magic. I’m pretty good at patching myself up.

I’m not sure I really get exactly what happened there. Only that it hurt horribly, and that Nestian stopped it by breaking the window—which also let in the Derghodaemons. Or…let them out, perhaps? I didn’t really get a chance—or have the desire—to compare what I’d seen in that awful space to what we’d seen out the window. He’s…always sticking his fucking neck out for me. I don’t get him at all. You’d think he’d hate me by now, even be glad to be rid of me.

Well, I suppose I did what I could to keep Aenland alive even when I hated him. We’re all in this together, whether we like each other or not. But Nestian really goes out of his way to keep us all safe. And…he isn’t acting any differently now than he did before he found out I’d been keeping something as important as his father’s death from him. I know he has a good poker face (I got to see it first hand recently), but there’s no way a little something wouldn’t slip through. Some biting remark, some little twinge of anger or hate or even just dislike or desire for revenge.

I don’t get Nestian. Not at all.

But the fact remains that I once again owe him. I owe him many times over at this point. I’ve done a shit job of doing anything to honor that.

I don’t even know what I’d do for him at this point, or what he’d even accept after all that’s happened.

…Anyways, with that weird window taken care of, we designated this room as Aenland’s, and then finished clearing out the vines and passed through the door into the next room.

This room was a vine filled garden—full of dried up corpses. Immediately Talsune clocked four assassin vines, which he mentally pointed out to me. I was more focused on the much larger plant seated between two of the predator plants. An enormous overgrown mandragora.

The plant stirred, and spoke to us. He introduced himself as Little Otik, and asked if we, honored riders, had brought food from his ‘mummy dearest’. The plant apparently fancied himself Baba Yaga’s first son—although from everything we’d heard about Rasputin being ‘Baba Yaga’s only son’, I suspect that sentiment isn’t shared by our kindly grandmother.

I decided to keep the plant talking while deciding what to do about him. I told him that his mother had stepped out for a bit, but asked him what exactly he’d like. He said he wanted humans. He had liked when the ‘queen with a heart of ice’ fed him prisoners.

I telepathically reached out to Aenland and told him that I believed we should just put this creature down, as if we didn’t he’d just keep sucking people dry. Aenland agreed.

Aloud, I agreed with the plant that sounded lovely, and I was sure I could procure more prisoners for him. Nestian testily asked me where, exactly, I was going to find people to feed to this plant. I telepathically reached out to him and immediately cleared things up with a simple “I’m lying”

A moment later Aenland began shooting, and that was my cue to cast the spell I’d been preparing: Flame Strike, right on the overgrown plant and one of his vine traps. The assassin vine burnt to ashes immediately, and Little Otik was none-too-pleased with his new state of being singed and shot full of arrows.

He pulled himself up and waddled across the room, then let out an awful shriek. Almost everyone managed to cover their ears and resist the worst of it—everyone but Aenland, whose sensitive elven ears sabotaged him, and left him debilitating nauseated.

I called up another Flame Strike, setting Little Otik and another vine on fire, killing another one. The mandragora whined at me to stop killing his vines—before Talsune’s sword came down on him and began chopping him into slices. A moment later the plant was no more. The vines went down easily a moment later.

With no one else left out of the Riders, this room was designated Edeya’s. She complained about being stuck with the corpse room, but I pointed out that we could simply remove the corpses—unlike the worm candy, which was an integral part of the candy room, or the skull candle holders in the skull room, which were fucking awesome, but if someone other than me had gotten the room and didn’t like them, they’d be unable to remove them because they were part of the room.

We had one door forward and a fireplace that led back to the cauldron room. So we marched ever onwards.

We found ourselves in a room lit by a single candle, with left flickering shadows across the walls.

After we entered, five Shadow Demons appeared. They were disgruntled, and complained that someone had already stolen our shadows, and that our shadows had been promised to them by Rasputin.

Looking, we now saw that none of us had a shadow. It would seem that when Rasputin had met us the last time, he’d stolen all of our shadows. To learn all of our secrets.

The Shadow Demons decided that if they couldn’t steal our shadows, they would just kill us instead.

So we fought them. It was barely worth noting. Cesseer and I killed one in a great combo Harm followed by slice as it was trying to flee when combat was turning against it, and Talsune coup de graced a Shadow Demon that Edeya paralyzed with Hold Monster. The rest fell like usual: with extreme violence. Lots of arrows, lots of axe chopping, a few spells here and there, and a lot of dead demons. Shadow demons are chumps.

A door appeared in this room as well, to our surprise. When we looked into it, it was a hallway leading to room for all of our other companions. So they got one of the more pleasant rooms, really.

There were two exits: one led into a room full of coffins, the other (once we unlocked it) led back to the skull room. We decided we ought to clear out the skull room so that the way to my room would be clear of any obsticles.

When we entered the room nothing of note happened.

Then a doll on the table—bound and nailed by its hands and feet—began moving. She mouthed a plea for help.

Nestian, the kindhearted creature he is, helped. He pulled one of the nails free.

And fire filled the room.

There was only a split second to act. I sent the idea to Talsune to protect the doll mentally—if Nestian cared so much about her, I didn’t want her to be turned to ash before he even got a chance to rescue her. Talsune leapt to action like the trained warrior he was, and shielded the doll with his fireproof form, wrapping his large wings around the two of them.

I managed to avoid the worst of it, dodging back and pressing myself against the wall under one of the candles that was releasing the fire so I only got a little singed. The others dodged either partially or entirely as well.

When the fire died down, we gathered around the doll nailed to the table again. Nestian finished removing the nails. The doll thanked him. Then she opened and closed her mouth, before saying she needed—and fell silent and inanimate.

We tried to brainstorm what she might need, and came to the conclusion that it was food. We asked Edeya to give her one of her Goodberries. That did the trick, and the doll reanimated. She thanked us again, and introduced herself as Vasilisa’s Doll. She seemed to cool towards us slightly when we told her that we were Riders, but she reasoned to herself aloud that if we freed her then we weren’t so bad.

The doll told us the story of a young girl named Vasilisa whose cruel stepmother and stepsisters sent her to get food from their neighbor: Baba Yaga. Baba Yaga had made the girl stay in the Dancing Hut and do impossible chores for three days. During that time the doll had helped the poor girl to complete the tasks so that she would be allowed to leave. The girl was granted freedom—and on top of that a boon from Baba Yaga for beating her. She got revenge on her horrid stepmother and stepsisters and married a tsar. Whatever a tsar is, I take it from the context that they’re probably either wealthy or powerful or both.

However, Baba Yaga was extremely livid about having been bested by a child—for a second time at that, according to the doll. She took her anger out on the doll, and has been torturing Vasilisa’s doll when the mood struck her ever since. Which if the burns and rips on the doll are any indication, it seems like it was probably a frequent occurrence. Or maybe not—she’d been in Baba Yaga’s ‘care’ for a thousand years, so maybe the damage had built up really slowly over time.

Of note: the other time children got the better of Baba Yaga was what the candy room was a remnant of—two children had escaped her clutches by locking her in her own oven. It was all very embarrassing for a nearly deific being.

I can hardly believe it. The basically all-powerful Baba Yaga, bested by a couple of little kids. It’s unimaginable. If the doll hadn’t seen one of these two stories first hand I’d have thought it was merely a fable, to make Baba Yaga seem less impossibly powerful. To soothe the fears of regular people, who might think, it’s okay, if a child can survive an encounter with Baba Yaga, maybe so can I.

That’s utter foolishness, of course. It was by luck and by cheating Baba Yaga’s rules that those kids won. Under any other circumstances they’d be victims just like so many other people who stumble into the witch queen on the wrong day.

Which is why I’m of the opinion that if you’re going to meet her, you’d better make sure you’re giving her a reason for it to be a good day. Because if you’re relying on luck to hope you catch her in a giving mood and not a taking mood, you’re setting yourself up for failure.

I wonder if that’s what I actually did, when I left Master Keisuke and went to Baba Yaga to make a deal to be resurrected. Did I come to her with information to try to win her favor? Or was I so sure that things couldn’t get any worse at that point that I simply went in relying on only my winning personality and the novelty of the situation.

Regardless, whatever I did clearly worked. I’m here. I’m alive. I was the Grim Rider for…who knows how long. I clearly did something right. Until I didn’t. Somehow I ended up with Elvana. Somehow I know Rasputin.

Somehow I lost my memories, and the title of Grim Rider.

Well, regardless of my bullshit. Vasilisa’s Doll told us a little bit about the planet we were now on. Because we hadn’t returned to Golarian. Oh, no. We’d arrived on a planet called Earth. A planet inhabited by only humans, ones with no magic and who feared magic so much that they executed Rasputin for having it. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Vasilisa told us that the planet was inhabited by only humans, saying there was no one like Aenland, or Cesseer, or a talking bear like Nestian, or anyone like me—although she corrected herself when she realized I actually am human, but she hadn’t recognized me as such at first. That’s fair. Between my condition and how the Black Rider’s powers changed my appearance, I don’t exactly look like the average person you see walking down the street. Which suits me just find normally. I like having a sign of my power marking me, making me clearly different. But it sounds like here that will be troublesome. So I’ll likely make use of that hat of disguise Nestian gifted me a while back. I always intended to, it’s just between always wearing the Helm of Telepathy, and Greta helping me to feel better about my current appearance and not yearn for my past looks, I didn’t feel as much like I needed it. It’ll come in handy here, though.

Also maybe I could use it to become Rasputin and just walk right past enemies as their own commander. Maybe stir up some suspicion within their ranks, cause a little chaos…could be fun.

We ended up taking the doll with us. My room was cleared (and those skull were still there and still cool and fuck despite almost cremating us), so it was time to face The Coffin Man.

The Doll had warned us that in order to exit the hut we would need to face the Coffin Man, and that he’d been in a foul mood recently. He was apparently capable of being reasoned with—but likely didn’t want to be reasoned with.

We were cautious as we entered the room with the coffins. On the far end of the chamber, past a number of closed coffins, was one overturned coffin set up like a table, with stools around it. It was infront of a door—the front entrance.

On the other side, across from the stools, stood a robed skeletal figure with ram’s horns and a scythe. A thanadaemon—the boatmen of the River Styx, and representation of death by old age. The thanadaemon cordially invited us to join him in a game of cards. Poker, five card draw. The first two rounds we would be playing for secrets, the third we would be playing for the right to leave the Hut—and to remain alive.

We agreed to these terms, and everyone but the Dragonkin joined—as the thanadaemon pointed out that telepathy wasn’t very sporting—which, fair enough.

My first hand was good. After a discard, I got two pairs. Although Cesseer did me one better with a flush. And she didn’t even know how to play, she had no idea if her hand was good or not. Either she has insane beginner’s luck, or she’s extremely good at bluffing and they do have a poker equivalent on Triaxus and she’s playing all of us.

Since he lost, the thanadaemon told us his first secret. The village outside was called Akuvskaya. Time worked differently in the Hut than outside, and that meant that an entire night had passed outside. People had noticed the Hut, and had mobilized a force to ambush us the moment we step foot outside.

The second hand was dealt. My hand wasn’t nearly as good. A single pair.

The thanadaemon bested me, and Cesseer folded because her hand was ‘complete garbage’, but Nestian and Aenland made up for it with better hands that beat out the daemon’s.

His second secret was that Rasputin had been murdered before. Everyone, even Baba Yaga, thought him dead, until the day everything turned yellow—despite the King in Yellow having a deal with Baba Yaga not to meddle in her territory. After that ‘the queen with a heart of ice’ heard from her brother for the first time in years. And they hatched a plot.

When Baba Yaga first heard that her son lived, she had to see for herself. The thanadaemon very specifically said that she did not bring her young protégé along, while very pointedly looking at me. He said this was a mistake, but that Baba Yaga was not always known for taking others’ advice or warnings.

Young protégé, not how I expected to hear the Grim Rider referred to. Had I traded out one mentor for another when I left Master Keisuke and struck a deal with Baba Yaga? I could definitely do worse than probably the most powerful being on all of Golarian.

The daemon dealt the final hand. I was so close to a royal flush. I’m so upset with how close I was. I was only missing one card.

Unfortunately a hand that’s almost a royal flush but isn’t a royal flush is just a trash hand in the end, if you don’t draw something good. And I risked just drawing one and didn’t draw the single card I needed.

The others were tense as the chose whether to draw or not. None of us were allowed to fold if we wanted to walk through the door outside, we had to see it through to the end.

The daemon discarded his entire hand and drew an entire new hand. A bold move…and suspicious.

We laid down our cards. Aenland, Nestian, and Edeya had strong hands. Then the thanadaemon revealed his hand. A royal flush. He claimed that the reign of Baba Yaga was at an end. Nestian asked—even if you cheated? The thanadaemon replied: yes.

And his cards exploded, catching us all in the blast.

Behind us, the coffins burst open and more daemons crawled out—these ones were frog-like Hydrodaemon, representations of death by drowning.

Aenland turned and immediately began filling the skeletal daemon with arrows as it had a coughing fit. Nevra began singing.

The Coffin Man reeled back with his scythe and tried to slash straight through Aenland, Nestian, and Edeya. However, Nestian pushed both Aenland and Edeya down, taking the brunt of the attack himself.

Always putting everyone else before himself.

One of the aquadaemons spat a glob of spittle at Nestian. The Coffin Man and the other daemons expected this to put our bear friend into hibernation mode, but Nestian just shook himself off and brought his axe down on the thanadaemon.

The cloaked skeleton wasn’t looking too good. I called over to him that I was quite adept at handling creatures made of bone. He dared me to try it.

So I did.

The Coffin Man cried out as his body began to crumple in on itself as the bones broke and twisted. He said he’d been told this was supposed to be the end of Baba Yaga’s rule.

And then his splintered bones crumpled in on themselves and fell in a heap on the ground, before dissolving into dust like any dead outsider.

This didn’t give the aquadaemons pause, however. One had taken a couple of swings at me while I’d been casting at the thanadaemon, but I’d dodged around his lumbering form.

I’m not terribly afraid of drowning. I came out of my experience with the river back in Ustalav alive, after all. One way or another.

I turned around and cast a quickened Inflict Serious Wounds, and countered the one that had tried to hit me with it, letting the negative energy gnaw away at it. Then Talsune brought his sword down on it, and there was little left even before it disappeared back to its home plane.

I saw arrows go flying, killing one of the frog-like daemons, critically injuring one, and leaving a third with arrows jutting from it but still standing strong. Cesseer finished off the one in critical condition, while Nestian went after the one that had only been minorly inconvenienced.

That left one more that hadn’t been touched. So I decided to show off. We were going to rest up a bit after this anyways—we weren’t walking straight out of a fight with a thanadaemon into what we knew was an ambush.

I called up the strongest magic I’ve ever used so far. Dark necrotic fire roiled in the air above the aquadaemon, before it spiraled down and engulfed the creature. When the dark fire cleared, there was nothing but ash remaining.

Destruction is one hell of a spell.

Afterwards we returned to the cauldron room to rest up and drink some soup. Then it was time to face whatever an ambush on Earth was going to look like.

I decided I was going to pilot the Dancing Hut for whatever this encounter was going to be. Having a giant fire throwing familiar that constantly heals and can trample or eat enemies was too good to pass up. Yeah, it’s not our familiar, but so long as we can drive it, we might as well take full advantage of it.

Everyone else went outside to face the enemy head-on, except for Talsune who remained loyally by my side.

When I picked up the eggs and moved them about I could see like I was disembodied outside the Hut. I saw Rasputin making some lame speech about how he totally had never seen us and given away his secrets to us before in his life. He ordered the people in the nearby buildings and in the enormous metal construct nearby to attack us. Then he and had this headless undead on horseback take its leave, and he vanished. Because he was never really there, it was just a projected image. An illusion.

But, loathe as I am to admit it, that undead was really cool. I’ve been thinking a Dullahan would be a really good first use of Create Undead, and I’m more than a little upset that Rasputin beat me to it.

So I’ll just have to make sure I make one that’s better than his.

He left behind another undead, too. This one was less pleasant. It was an extremely inelegant use of necromancy—a Corpse Orgy. Yes it’s really called that, I didn’t just make it up to be crass.

The roiling mass of bodies was crawling its way down the road towards us. The humans in the buildings seemed horrified by the mass of animate burning bodies, although it wasn’t enough to make them change their target from us to it.

Aenland shot forward first on Nevra’s back. At first he glided low to the ground—until the ground exploded beneath him where he’d just flown past as some sort of trap activated. The duo shot up higher into the air to avoid further explosions. They circled near the enormous construct, and Aenland began picking people off within.

I moved the Dancing Hut forward. It lumbered across the snowfield, not caring about the explosive traps. One detonated beneath our feet, but it didn’t even slow us down. We stopped right at the edge of the snowfield, and I had the Hut throw out an Incendiary Cloud to cloak two of the three buildings with a choaking burning fog. I could hear people in both buildings screaming as their skin blistered and burned from the fiery cloud.

Mere moments later, Nestian cast some sort of spell on himself that gave himself an incredible speed boost. He dashed across the field of snow in the blink of an eye, batting another of those explosive devices out of his way as he went—it detonated in midair. Without losing any momentum, he hit the wall of the nearest building running and began climbing straight up the wall. I bet the people inside were dying of horror—and they were about to die of something else, Nestian’s axe.

Edeya grabbed Cesseer and Dimension Doored across the snowfield, completely bypassing the explosive traps that dotted the landscape. Cesseer ran up the wall, following Nestian’s lead, and vanished inside. A moment later there were more screams, a few people fled for their lives, and then silence. It seemed that building had been cleared out.

Unfortunately, my focus now hard to be on the mass of burning bodies, because it had decided to lay its eyes on Edeya, the only one of us still on ground level that wasn’t the Dancing Hut. I charged the Dancing Hut over and slammed into the creature over Edeya’s head. Unfortunately, the mass of bodies had good impact absorption and mostly ragdolled about as we hit it, then popped right back up ready for more.

Then Cesseer dropped down from the building beside us, landing gracefully behind the monstrous amalgamation. Her blade was much more effective—when it found purchase. Unfortunately, the mass of bodies also had a surprisingly thick hide for a bunch of zombies mashed together. They didn’t have the thin decaying flesh you’d expect from a zombie, but instead something tougher, like a mummy’s dried flesh. Or burnt charcoal.

Edeya stepped up onto the Hut’s porch to get a safe distance from the creature—although she did cast a particularly nasty Heal spell against it that did probably more damage than either me or Cesseer managed to do with a single swipe of blade or claw.

I definitely do not ever want to be on the receiving end of her Heal spell. I would probably die.

We managed to whittle down the amalgamate’s endurance, until finally Cesseer asked if I minded her taking care of it. I told her to be my guest. So she slashed it apart with her shotel and put it out of its misery.

What a tasteless use of necromancy.

All around us things went quiet. While we’d been focusing on the corpses, the others had been clearing out the human combatants. Now they had all either died fighting or fled.

And lucky me, while picking through the buildings for anything of value, I found a room where one of the others had cut off like five people’s heads. So I already have everything I need to make a Dullahan.

But that was later. What happened right after the fighting stopped is that the room was I in within the Dancing Hut suddenly started shaking. Then a door appeared and Talsune and I were shunted out. The Hut spat us out on the ground—gently, but still.

Then the Hut stood back up and made a beeline for the woods. It smashed through with reckless abandon, leaving a wide trail of destroyed trees for anyone and everyone to follow.

Clearly we had the lead to our next destination.

[otnesse]

Yeah, no kidding. Wasn't fond of what they did to Maleficent (in the original movie, she simply was a psychopath who outright RELISHED in hurting others. Think Damian Thorpe or Palpatine). And a rape metaphor just made it MORE tasteless. Even moreso when you realize the utter hypocrisy of her effectively doing the EXACT same thing to Diaval at one point as a joke.

And quite frankly, if you ask me, Maleficent if anything is the type of monster to try and ENGINEER rape for her own amusement (think what Skull Face did with Chico and Paz in Ground Zeroes for a good idea of what I'm getting at). Even moreso with that plan she intended to enact on Prince Phillip, ESPECIALLY when you remember what the century long imprisonment was meant to represent (Talia, the Sun and the Moon, aka the prototype version of Sleeping Beauty where the Prince discovers a sleeping maiden and outright rapes her and impregnates her to wake her up from her deep slumber). Claude Frollo has NOTHING compared to her.

Still hate the Maleficent movie for wrecking Sleeping Beauty, and thanks to Linda Woolverton's need to gloat her feminist credentials and agenda, she even ruined Beauty and the Beast as a result.

And yeah, hate the whole "women are only evil because of men" thing (seriously, how is it any different than "women are the source of men's evil," anyhow?). I know with my fanfics, I'm making SURE to avoid that trope (the closest I might get to that stupid trope is a clone of the protagonist, and even there, it's less a man per-se and more an up and out terrorist organization specifically creating her to be moreorless a weapon. Well, okay, her and my take on Elsa Lustig, though in her case, it's less a man and more being forced by the Communist hierarchy into being a guinea pig for an infiltration soldier experiment, and also being forcibly arrested as a child during either Lenin or Stalin's Terrors, so it's more "communism forced her to be a weapon". Both ultimately reform, BTW. And in my take on Gruntilda [who's in beauty form from the get go], she's more brainwashed by a neopagan cult to act as their enforcer since she was a young child, and the person who forced her into this role would in fact be a woman. Queen Grimhilde, in fact. And Grimhilde definitely won't have THAT kind of backstory, basically being evil from the get-go [I'm keeping the original plan Disney had for her where she sold her body and soul to demons at the Hartz Mountains].). Oh yeah, and my TLM OC Vanessa the Dark is pretty much evil from the get go, with no man being responsible (well, okay, technically, we could say Lord Rasputin was responsible, but only in the sense of even creating her as a weapon in the first place. She even kills him right after awakening and just seeks destruction for similar reasons to Mephiles the Dark, with Rasputin playing very little role in her acts overall thanks to being dead.).

Ayame from Dead or Alive shows you can STILL be a good person DESPITE being raped (heck, she if anything helped Ayane get better angels in Dimensions).

[nefitoon]

Rudriel studied zombies and although he would have liked the zombies in video games and movies, the truth is that they are not like that, they are more peaceful and human, they watch over the dead, they are protectors, to solve the problem, Rudriel left a female gene in them to control them. with parasites, and that they use weapons and use them perfectly, he gave them the gift of murder and not feeling emotions except anger to kill, their faces were disfigured, Rudriel used them on school shooters and on some women like the black dahlia, the The results were unstable as they lost control, Rudriel used magic and science to create this type of zombie. Rudriel told Sebastian you know Sebastian there are 4 women in the body of men, Rudriel says; I expelled them from my body and killed them, and Sebastian tells Rudriel; and where is the fourth woman, and Rudriel tells her; in the heart, that's why I saw you as more kind, a little affectionate, obedient among other things, the only way to free her is to pierce your heart with something sharp, as long as you have that woman you will feel a little afraid, not as much as before but a little , but the reason why you would accept death is because it is the answer to free her, and you will be one of 4 paths, father, son, spirit and death, Sebastian, knowing this, waits for when the time comes. Rudriel sees how the angels or known as messengers send the message or information to man, they are known as prophets until Rasputin is an angel since he is a prophet, they try to tell the truth but sometimes they fail and tell lies without knowing it. How curious those prophets do not know the demon that was locked in the abyss is a woman and is Ashliel known as Angry Maiden, and they think that the demon is a man. Rudriel tells the Jinifrin that despite having a body, he is actually a puppet, I have no form, I am just a spirit. I came to this world to study man and turn them into murderers. You are in the brain of a god and when you die you will travel to another reality, you see it is like a multiverse. The jinifrin, being complete men, whether trinity or four camonios, are immortal, they move a little slower, they do not have the gift of singing since that belongs to the woman, they do not have such exaggerated anger, Rudriel is expressionless, they control everything It has to do with female genes, they don't feel emotions, they never get bored or depressed, they don't feel love but they like to use love to manipulate. To move faster, Rudriel modified his neurons to move faster with his mind. Rudriel can create advanced weapons in ancient times such as pistols, shotguns and machine guns, etc.... looking into the future and seeing how man creates them. Rudriel has the same strength as a superman, he is immune to religious attacks since Rudriel is part god and the son of god, although Rudriel kills a child, he only kills those most suspected of making the trinity or giving information when they grow up, Rudriel knows the way out. of Maia. The only way for Rudriel to at least smile a little is to see people's suffering.

[nightmarettd]

About Me

Masterlist

General Stuff:

18, She/Her, Australian, Taurus (But on Taurus-Gemini Cusp), INFJ, 5'8ft, Movie and Tv Fan, Melissa Barrera Defender For Life!!, Writer and Artist (Mediocre).

Likes:

Japanese Food, Greek Food, Mexican Food, Drawing, Writing, Editing, Horror/Slasher Movies, AFL, Sour Cream, Tzatziki.

Dislikes:

Any form of discrimination, Rom Coms (Except for 10 Things I Hate About You), Skinny Jeans, Capsicum.

Favourite Movies:

Scream (1996), Scream VI (2023), Encanto (2021), Heathers (1990), D2: The Mighty Ducks (1994), Scooby Doo On Zombie Island (1998), Fear Street: Part Two: 1978 (2021), Abigail (2023), Sleepaway Camp (1983), A Nightmare On Elm Street (1984), Scary Movie (2000), Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022), Shang-Chi (2021), Spiderman: No Way Home (2021), Scooby Doo! Camp Scare (2010), The Hunger Games: The Ballad Of Songbirds and Snakes (2023), Mulan (1988), The Emperors New Groove (2000).

Favourite Tv Shows:

The Simpsons (1989), One Tree Hill (2003), Heartbreak High (2022), High School Musical: The Musical: The Series (2019), WandaVision (2021), Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated (2010), Percy Jackson and The Olympians (2023), Derry Girls (2018).

Favourite Actors:

Melissa Barrera, Matthew Lillard, Winona Ryder, Mason Gooding, Neve Campbell, Simu Liu, Thomas Weatherall, Sofia Wylie, Zendaya, Rachel Zegler, Chloe Hayden, Letitia Wright, Tom Holland, Steven Yuen, Leah Sava Jeffries, Kathryn Newton, America Farrera, Jack Quaid, Margot Robbie.

Favourite Singers:

The Weeknd, Adele, Lana Del Ray, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Gray, Lady Gaga, Nelly Furtado, Paris Paloma.

Favourite Bands:

Abba, Fleetwood Mac, The Neighbourhood, Arctic Monkeys, NSYNC, Queen, Florence and The Machine.

Favourite Songs:

Teen Idle (Marina and The Diamonds), How To Save A Life (The Fray), Teenage Dirtbag (Wheatus), I Don't Want To Be (Gavin DeGraw), Labour (Paris Paloma), I Don't Dance (High School Musical 2), Silver Springs (Fleetwood Mac), Softcore (The Neighbourhood) Send My Love (Adele), Family Line (Conan Gray), Sweet Disposition (The Temper Trap), Chemtrails Over The Country Club (Lana Del Ray), Yellow (Coldplay), Maybe This Time (Sophia Wylie and Joshua Basset), Determinate (Lemonade Mouth), Daddy Issues (The Neighbourhood), Before He Cheats (Carrie Underwood), Love Is Embarrassing (Olivia Rodrigo), Make Up Your Mind (Florence and The Machine), Pray For Me (The Weeknd), You Get What You Give (New Radicals), Crybaby (The Neighbourhood), Is There Someone Else (The Weeknd), Kiss From A Rose (Seal), Sadderdaze (The Neighbourhood), Beds Are Burning (Midnight Oil), Riptide (Vance Joy), Rasputin (Boney M.), After Hours (The Weeknd), Say It Right (Nelly Furtado), Bird Song (Florence and The Machine), Dreams (Fleetwood Mac), Does Your Mother Know (Abba), Born To Die (Lana Del Ray), Save Your Tears (The Weeknd), Knowing Me, Knowing You (Abba), Bad Habit (Steve Lacy), Kids (MGMT), Erotic City (Prince), R.I.P 2 My Youth (The Neighbourhood), In Your Eyes (The Weeknd), The Exit (Conan Gray), Enjoy The Silence (Depeche Mode), Footloose (Kenny Loggings), Nervous (The Neighbourhood), Gilded Lily (The Cults), Get Down On It (Kool & The Gang), Teenage Dream (Olivia Rodrigo).

Favourite Characters:

Samantha Carpenter (Scream 5 & VI), Sidney Prescott (Scream 1-5), Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill), Kanao Tsuyuri (Demon Slayer), Shuri (Black Panther 1&2), Chad Meeks-Martin (Scream 5&6), Mikasa Ackerman (Attack On Titan), Lucy Gray Baird (The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes), Malakai Mitchell (Heartbreak High), Kamala Khan (Ms Marvel), Pope Heyward (Outerbanks), Jason Todd (DC Comics), Ziggy Berman (Fear Street), Kirby Reed (Scream 4 & VI), Amerie Wadia (Heartbreak High), Mile Morales (Spiderman: Into/Across The Spiderverse), Sejanus Plinth (The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes), Roman Bridger (Scream 3), Amy March (Little Women), Veronica Sawyer (Heathers), Scott Lang (Ant Man 1-3), Bokuto Kotarou (Haikyuu), Koriand'r (DC Comics), Anna Marie (Marvel Comics), Wanda Maximoff (MCU & Marvel Comics), Randy Meeks (Scream 1 & 2), Quinn Gallagher-Jones (Heartbreak High), Shang-Chi (Shang-Chi and The Ten Rings), Remy Lebeau (Marvel Comics), Selina Kyle (DC Comics), Gina Porter (HSMTMTS), Stu Macher (Scream), Jason Dean (Heathers), Tommy Slater (Fear Street: Part Two 1978), Nancy Thompson (A Nightmare On Elm Street), Mickey Altieri (Scream 2).

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... Remember the Russian Revolution au? Which ended with Fedyor's sister very sick and Fedyor searching for Ivan in hopes of getting help for her from him? Fedyor finding Ivan and offering to do "anything" in exchange for his sister's medical treatment? Ivan secretly wanting Fedyor, but refusing to take what he wants like that? Soooo... I would also like the big the big 3 of your coming projects to happen, but... y'know... just.... wanted to bring this au up again... ;)

Behold, the oft-requested follow-up to the first two Russian Revolution au ficlets. Ahem.

Fedyor does not sleep that night. He does not even think about sleeping. He only leaves the army headquarters long enough to think hard about what he is proposing to do, wonder if it is worth it, and decide that it is. Katya needs the medicine, he has no other recourse, and he is categorically unwilling to return home to his family as a failure, when they have placed all their trust and hope in him. Ivan has hinted that he might be able to obtain it, and so that, no matter what it takes, is what Fedyor will have to get him to do. And for that…

He knows that he is not unattractive. He has dark eyes, dark hair, a dimpled smile, a personable and friendly manner that, in happier times, attracted the attention of many an eligible young lady who wished to ice skate or promenade around the park or take a carriage ride, as courting Russian couples are wont to do. However, while Fedyor was perfectly happy to chat with ladies, or escort them to a ball, or fulfill his essential chivalric duty, he was not otherwise interested in wooing them. It was partly for that reason that he signed up to the military, where an enterprising young man can have other opportunities in the darkness of the barracks. So long as his family was kept conveniently unaware.

For all that the Bolsheviks have overthrown the government without a clear plan as to what to do next, and accordingly plunged them all into this miserable civil war, Fedyor does secretly sympathize with certain of their beliefs on the remaking of family life. They say that marriage is outdated and bourgeoisie, that monogamy is unnatural, that women should not be subject to patriarchal systems, and that homosexuality is an equally valid state of nature. Such a possibility of sexual classification and divergence is much discussed in Europe these days, and there is even a small but growing scholarly literature, written by eminent scientists. Sexual Inversion by Havelock Ellis, published in 1896, argues that the man-loving man is indeed even a possibly improved form of human, associated with superior intellectual and artistic achievement, and that nothing about his attachment is wrong or abnormal. Two years before that, Edward Carpenter wrote Homogenic Love, and in 1900, the German Elisar von Kupffer published an anthology of homosexual poetry, Lieblingminne und Freundesliebe in der Weltliteratur. Such texts are relatively easy for an educated, French- and English- speaking young Russian intellectual, such as Fedyor Mikhailovich Kaminsky, to lay his hands on. He is not sure what can come of it, but at least he knows that he is not alone.

The question remains as to Ivan Ivanovich Sakharov’s proclivities. Unless Fedyor is very much mistaken, Ivan was at least considering the possibility of accepting his offer, and turned it down for honorable, moral reasons, feeling it unjust to sexually extort a young gentleman in exchange for his sister’s care, rather than physical horror at the idea of such a coupling. If he’s a Bolshevik, he’s probably acceptably tolerant of their philosophy on an abstract level, but it’s less clear as to whether that extends to its personal practice. If Fedyor turns up in his bunkhouse – which, come to think of it, is probably shared, curse these Bolsheviks and their dratted communality, highly inconvenient for a midnight seduction attempt – scantily clad and willing, will Ivan’s objections hold out then? Or… or what?

Fedyor doesn’t know, but the uncertainty adds to the frisson of shameful excitement, rather than detracting from it. He searches through the streets of Chelyabinsk for some bread (it does not seem in much greater supply than in Nizhny Novgorod) and waits for the sun to go down. In March, the days, though getting steadily longer, are still short and chilly, and it’s bitingly cold when it gets dark. Then he pulls up his muffler, tells himself not to be unduly precious about it, and heads for the makeshift army quarters on Kirovka Street.

The buildings in downtown are beautiful, built in the Russian Revival style of neo-Byzantinian splendor, though the onion-domed Orthodox churches have all been converted into stables and armories, and anything that whiffs of an ideology contrary to the Red one has been economically discarded. Fedyor reaches the door, knocks, and when a disgruntled sergeant comes to answer it, expecting him to be a soldier out too late and in line for a ticking-off, Fedyor raises his hands apologetically. “I’ve come to join up,” he says. “The great socialist cause of the world’s workers is the only true one for a patriotic Russian man, and I vow it my full allegiance, if you will have me. I was speaking to my friend earlier, Ivan Ivanovich, and he suggested it. Is he still here?”

The sergeant eyes him squiggle-eyed, but they cannot afford to look gift horses too closely in the mouth, or turn aside willing recruits. It takes a while, but he shouts for someone who shouts for someone else, and this finally produces the startled personage of Ivan Sakharov, who clearly thought it was for the last time when they parted several hours ago. Upon sight of Fedyor, he stops short, looking alarmed, angry, and wary all at once. “What are you – ?”

“Can we talk?” Fedyor is resolved to do this, he truly is, but he feels it best to get it over with before that wavers in any degree. Whether he wants it too little does not seem like the problem; on the contrary, he fears that he wants it too much, and if he stops to reflect on it or delude himself with any nonsensical notions of it being more than once, that can only hurt the cause. “Somewhere… private?”

Ivan hesitates, as if asking to commune out of sight of the others is tantamount to heresy (though it’s not as if these damn hypocrites didn’t plot in secret, away from their own countrymen, for months and months, Fedyor thinks angrily). Then he jerks his head. “Fine. Five minutes. This way.”

He leads Fedyor up a few narrow, creaking staircases, past closed doors that echo with snorting and snoring and coughing, the cacophony of his comrades, none of whom seem to be enjoying their glorious victory quite as much as they thought. Ivan, however, appears to be sufficiently high-ranking in the Red Guards that the room they finally arrive at, though not much larger than a closet, is at least private. It reminds Fedyor forcibly of Ivan’s room back in St. Petersburg, the one they slept in together, that first night after the Winter Palace. It sounds more intimate in his recollections than it actually was. Nothing happened, of course. But Ivan was kind to offer it, kind when he did not need to be, when a young tsarist soldier alone in the ferment of riot and revolution, such as Fedyor was, would not be likely to see the new red dawn. It is that which Fedyor keeps in mind as he shuts the door with assumed casualness, then turns around, meets Ivan’s eye in a significant fashion, and shrugs off his coat, cap, and muffler. Then, unmistakably, starts to unbutton his shirt.

He has almost gotten to the bottom by the time Ivan, who is staring at him as if he’s lost his marbles (it is unclear if this is an encouraging fashion or not) finally recovers his sense. He strides forward and covers Fedyor’s hands with his own large, callused rifleman’s fingers, sending a shock of attraction burning through Fedyor from head to toe, along with the death of any more illusion that he could continue to be casual about this. “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Fedyor’s throat is as dry as a bone, but he forces himself to speak. “I said that I would do anything for my sister’s care, if you would help.”

He lingers suggestively on the word anything, just as he did before, in case there was any doubt (as if the undressing wasn’t enough) what he means here. Ivan looks like a cornered bear, but as his eyes catch Fedyor’s and flick across the lean, muscled torso thus revealed beneath the shirt, he swallows hard and has to glance away. The attraction trembles silently in the air between them, tense as a piano string, tuned to snapping. In the old days, that is, when people played pianos, and did not burn them for firewood, as Fedyor’s parents were preparing to do with theirs when he left home. It chokes raw and painful in his throat. He is attracted to Ivan – desperately attracted, in fact – and yet he still hates what the Bolsheviks have done, even if the Romanovs and the Provisional Government were no better. The deposed Tsar Nicholas II is under house arrest with his wife and five children, the four tsarevnas and the tsarevich, in Yekaterinburg. Little sick Alexei Romanov, whose hemophilia opened the door for Grigori Rasputin to control the queen, the royal household, the government of Russia, and so bring about the end of their house. He was like something from a fairytale monster, that Grisha. The rumors of his death, not quite two years ago in December 1916, is that it almost did not happen, he was so hard to kill. A demon. A beast.

“You cannot do this,” Ivan says, his voice too rough, his eyes still struggling to remain decorously averted. “It is not – it is not right.”

“Not right?” Fedyor flares. “So a little spot of armed treason and overthrowing the man who, however deficient he might be, was the heir of one of the oldest and greatest empires in the world? That part was entirely aboveboard, but this, when you want this – don’t lie to me, I’m well aware you do – to help my sister? That would be a sin?!”

Ivan backs up a step, glancing around shiftily. These walls are thin, and he clearly does not want his beloved brothers-in-arms to hear this. “Fedyor Mikhailovich – ”

“Have me.” Fedyor is done playing games. “I’m here, I’m yours for the taking. You can do whatever you want to me, as long as you give me the medicine at the end.”

For a long, spellbound moment, he thinks Ivan is on the brink of agreeing. Then once again, he shakes his head. “No,” he says. “I could not in good conscience consent to this. But I will fetch you the medicine. You do not have to give me anything in return.”

Fedyor gawks at him, shocked – and, it must be confessed, more than a little disappointed. “I thought it was fair trade,” he says. “Tit for tat.”

“It is…” Ivan shakes his head, eyes once more straying to Fedyor’s bare chest. “Button your shirt up,” he says, half-laughing, not angry, breathless and soft. “It is very distracting.”

“Good.” Fedyor takes another step. “I think you deserve it, you obnoxious bastard.”

“Be that as it may.” At least Ivan has the good sense not to dispute it. “I cannot do this,” he repeats, more gently. “You are a fine young man, Fedyor Mikhailovich. Perhaps in another life… but it would not be honorable to trade your virtue for this.”

“My virtue?” Fedyor has to laugh. “What makes you think I have that?”

Once again, Ivan wavers. But to give him (loathing) credit, he will not be swayed. “Button it,” he repeats. “I will arrange to have the money and medicine sent by your lodging by tomorrow, if you give me an address in the city.”

“I don’t have one.” Fedyor folds his arms. “Only here.”

Ivan looks even more startled. His lips part, he takes a step forward, and for a brief, wild, exquisite yearning of an instant, Fedyor thinks he is actually going to kiss him. They’re almost close enough – not quite, but almost – for it to happen. Then Ivan says, “Your family must be very proud of you.”

“I…” It catches in his throat. “I don’t know. I hope.”

“I would,” Ivan says. “I would be.”

And that, somehow, is all that seems to matter. Even as Fedyor spends a night in Ivan’s narrow camp cot of a bed, Ivan insisting on taking the hard floor out of an excess of gallantry, an echo of their first night in St. Petersburg. Ivan does as ordered, gives Fedyor some rubles and some medicine and a train ticket back home to Nizhny Novgorod. He personally escorts Fedyor to the train station to make sure he does not come to grief, then stands on the platform, staring after him like Vronsky watching Anna leave one more time. The train begins to huff and puff, spitting soot and embers, and Fedyor keeps his nose pressed to the glass, leaving a smudge, until long after, as it seems he is never destined to do anything but, Ivan Ivanovich Sakharov has vanished into the mist.

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Speaking of the Romanovs, what are your thoughts on Rasputin? I really don't blame Alexandra at all for trusting him as much as she did.

 Me neither, if I put myself in her position it is understandable that she kept him around. If my child has a life-threatening medical condition and there is this one person who I have personally WITNESSED "saving" him countless times (Regardless of *if* or how he actually did it in real life, or whether they were actually coincidences), I will not care if people are gossiping about us and telling lies, I will put my child´s life first, that is what any mother worth being called one would do and very few people seem to understand this because they live in the future, know what happened, and think that means they would have obviously seen through Rasputin if they were in her position, which... idk man, seems convenient coming from someone living in the 21rst century with access to the internet.

Unfortunately, Alexandra underestimated how much those rumors ruined the reputation of the monarchy (Although it is dumb blaming the entire revolution on them, if the empire had peace, the minorities had rights and the economy was flourishing, no nasty rumors would have done anything).

As for Rasputin himself, I have mixed feelings about him, on one hand I am sick of people demonizing him just because he ~*looks* uhu~ creepy, or has “creepy eyes”, or because he was promiscuous (Nice slut-shaming, guys lmao). It is so superficial, shallow and basic. They never seem to care for learning who he truly was. Like, I love Anastasia Fox too but this has gone too far lol.

He was a religious peasant who thought he could heal people, one of the few common people to have contact with the family. Did you know he tried to warn the Tsar against entering the First World War? Did you know he adviced him to give stored food to the people when it started to become scarce during the last days? Did you know he actually spoke up to the imperial couple against anti-Semitic laws in the empire? Did you know many peasants were actually upset when he was murdered by a bunch of aristocrats because they were happy one of their own was close enough to the imperial family to tell them about their grievances?

Of course most people don´t, because they are too busy focusing on his “creepy eyes”. 

Also, he didn´t molest the girls guys, that rumor has no basis in reality because there was always someone else around whenever Rasputin visited the palace. Everyone who witnessed him interacting with the family said he was nothing but proper around them, so it makes Alexandra´s trust even more understandable. If there are fake rumors running around about you being lovers with a guy, but you know that is not true + he is nothing but a decent guy whenever you meet him, it is easy to see why you would take anything else said about that individual on the press with a grain of salt. I have read Rasputin´s daughters were also skeptical about their father being a promiscuous horndog.

On the other hand, there ARE rumors of him sexually assaulting other women, I don´t know enough about Rasputin to say for certain how much truth, if any, there is to it, but obviously there is no justification or excuse for that and if true, that would make him a horrible person regardless of the good things he tried to do.