#accepted: dmitri

[rugwurm]

gals and pals!!

[ivomartins]

gagged for the 63826373th time yet again over the masterful way the immortals are handled and how well their otherworldliness is captured. this scene and cain's rampage is the fucking pinnacle.

[molathesunfish]

she shows up next update PM told me themselves

[acidcorrodes]

if the color affects the choice, think: red

[whumpfish]

🧱 -anonymous 😂

This is so old, I'm so sorry!!

Thank you, as always! And sorry again for the late response, your bricks will be delivered and put to good use 😈

[blueberrypancakesworld]

You are never a mistake

Dmitri Smerdyakov x betrothed!reader

warning : kissing, hurt/comfort, cuddling, emotional, abuse (beating), family problems

Summary : Dmitri thought for a moment that he would be accepted by his father, but when he felt the blow and his wife's intervention almost backfired, the Kravinoff son realized that he had to become strong, not weak. For his love, for someone who loved him as he was, he himself would stand up to his father no matter what a disappointment he was.

info : Finally the first one-shot for Dmitri the cute little beaten up bastard who just needs a little love. I hope you enjoy reading ;)

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Many couples around the world meet in cafes while they are both reaching for coffee, looking for life books in the library.

Maybe at a party or through friends, there are moments that last forever and are cherished when you find your partner for life, a relationship that becomes a marriage and an eternal bond with the exchange of rings.

Something that symbolized love and strength a bond when you had your own family maybe even about to start and then there were still the couples that met and a shadow seemed to lie over them forever, a shadow that had a name and didn't even seem to be happy for the love of their own child.

The first time they had met was in their music store, the best and biggest in New York, a store for the elite and those who could afford it.

An old family store that was the heart of every musician and singer from strings to wind instruments to keys and to microphones and stands.

A business that adapted to the talent.

Behind the counter, glancing up every now and then to greet the new buyers, she had seen him first, the slightly wavy blond hair, the cute nose, the little smile on his lips and the gentle demeanor.

The first time she had seen him, she had dared to leave her seat and come to him, seeing how he looked a little lost as he stood in the piano section.

She knew the feeling of being lost in a place you were interested in, not quite knowing whether to move or stand still.

The first time she had heard him play in her shop was the day she no longer saw her customer as just a customer, she saw his strength, his art, his beauty as he seemed to be absorbed in playing the piano.

There was a talent, a dedication in it and his voice, that voice she could have listened to for hours, made her hum along even when it seemed to be just the two of them in her shop.

,,A wonderful talent, really beautiful" her praise came from the purest heart...but for him, for Dmitri Kravinoff, it was the first time anyone had recognized him in what he was good at.

It was the first time for Nikolai's son that someone had inspired him in what he did and it was the first time that he lost his heart to her on the spot.

The day they exchanged numbers so that he could deliver the piano she had chosen to the club and also so that he could take her out for a meal at the end of the day.

It was on that day that two people had found each other and that only some time later it was more than just a relationship and fleeting dates, it was a bond between the two young people to whom the world was open...or so it seemed at first glance.

For the first few months it was like that, moving in together, partying, having fun, traveling everywhere, gifts that went from expensive to cheap to homemade and then to something more intimate the more they opened up and trusted each other.

The more she realized who his family was, what he was, but most of all what he had experienced, his ,,I-I understand if you hate me now...I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to leave” surprised her but most of all hurt her that he gave up on him so easily.

That her talented, precious, wonderful, gentle Dmitri, who kissed her on the forehead every morning.

Who did everything you could do with her and who dedicated every song in his club to her with such love and kindness, thought so little of himself.

Who had hurt him so much?

Who hurt him so much that every loud noise made him flinch, that he almost cried during an argument over trivial things and how he hated it when animal documentaries came on TV, little things she would have overlooked but with what she knew she just wanted to hold him in her arms.

Who had hurt him so much that he saw himself as nothing, which she tried to talk him out of every time ,,Dmitri my beautiful star I don't care who your family is, it's us who are together and not your last name” she tried to explain to him that he was the most important thing she had.

That her kisses and hugs, her words and gestures had the same loving effect as he had on her, that they had each other and when she threatened to kiss him every time he thought something like that again.

Dmitri finally seemed to find his smile again, ,,Do it," he just said, and he pulled her into a kiss as they lay cuddled together on the couch.

Together they gave each other the support they needed, Dmitri kept her motivation up whenever she wanted to give up with her msuik and she lovingly told him every day how good he was, that he was loved and above all that he was not alone.

The two of them in the club they had built with Dmitri's family money was their common pride, a club for the rich customers of the city.

A club where she could recommend her regular customers and the best entertainment was guaranteed with his piano and singing as well as her violin playing which made for a pleasant atmosphere.

Almost every evening, the two of them stood on the small stage and performed their harmony, ,,I dedicate this song to my beautiful fiancée,” he announced, while she joined in with her violin and the soft music amused the guests.

His blue eyes kept going to her, the smile was returned and she gave him a wordless ,,I love you” which he reciprocated, it couldn't have been better for the couple... until the moment when Dmitri's eyes fell on a man, a certain someone who came into his club and almost made the Russian play the wrong music.

With a hand movement that made the music continue to play by itself from the equipment hanging on the walls, and she saw how he smoothed out his jacket.

Everything will be fine, she thought he wanted to tell him, but he had already gone to his father, who had sat down in one of the recesses in the walls, looking directly at the stage from which she also came down to follow her fiancé.

Nikoali was a man of strength, a man you didn't want to mess with and yet there was no avoiding him, ,,Father, we're glad you're here, can I offer you something?” Dmitri asked and got a hug and a gesture she didn't get instead Nikolai gave the back of her hand a kiss and she gave him a quick friendly look.

It seemed that Dmitri was the only thing keeping her future father-in-law from killing her-what a luck.

But as long as Dmitri was happy and had his father, the two should get along, ,,I'll get a few glasses,” she let the men know as Nikolai gave his son a bottle of expensive wine.

A gift of value not from the heart but it made no sense to the son his father was here and happy that was all that mattered...so she thought.

It was just a moment when she pulled out the wine glasses in the kitchen at the back of the club, not wanting to take any more advantage of the waiters who had a long shift ahead of them.

The glasses in her hands and a smile on her lips, she heard the muffled noise and a crash, rushing back into the main room she saw Nikolai had pushed Dmitri against a wall, knocking over the table and no one was doing anything.

,,Dmitri! Let him go!” she shouted at the older man, afraid that he would seriously hurt his son, because the horrible stories that sent shivers down her spine told her everything she needed to know about the underworld boss.

Her fiancé's attempts to get free were unsuccessful, so without hesitation she picked up one of the glasses and threw it against the wall next to Nikolai, ,,Let him go and get out of our club,” she continued to threaten.

An empty threat that amused the dark-haired man, who was already lifting the next glass when he let go of his son, who slumped to the floor, barely able to support himself.

,,Even your bitch has more courage than you, shame on you,” Nikolai said to his son and walked past her with an appraising look, hurrying to her fiancé as soon as the door closed and he fell onto the nearest chair.

,,Are you all right? To the hospital?” she asked, trying to wipe the blood from his lip with a slapped hand from the blow his father had given him.

He looked terrified, as if all joy and hope had drained out of him once more, but he just shook his head before he simply poured out a tearful ,,You're fine” into her arms and she embraced the couple just lying in each other's arms for a few moments.

They held each other until Dmitri calmed down and his tears had stoppe.

The decision to close the club early was hardly one because it looked like a mob had gone wild there and not just Nikolai, ,,Your heart is too big for the world,” she told him as they rode back to the apartment together in a cab.

Her hand didn't leave his and stroking his head at least reassured him but the look in his eyes, she had never seen such hatred, whether it was just the confrontation or something else she couldn't say.

Whatever it was it seemed to keep him occupied the whole time no matter what they both did, no amount of embracing or kissing could break his blcik until the moment they lay in bed together.

She cuddled up to him and he gave her a good after kiss she couldn't shake the feeling that something else was going to happen.

Even though she felt safe in his arms, he stroked her side until she fell asleep like he did every night, usually soothing them both.

The sound of the door opening and closing was something she didn't realize, didn't realize how Dmitri had to do something.

It was one thing when he was pushed around, he had been pushed around all his life but now that he had his fiancée he wouldn't let his father get away with it.

Knowing she was safe in the apartment sleeping peacefully.

It was the Kravinoff who set off through the city at night to his father and it was only the clanging and rattling of cupboards that woke his fiancée from her slumber.

,,Dmitri?” the question came cautiously as she groped beside her but he wasn't there, but the sounds from the apartment frightened her.

No one had a key except for the two of them, pulling the covers aside she reached for the water bottle next to her bed.

Quietly and carefully venturing out of the bedroom, she saw the shadow in the hallway that seemed to be raging in the kitchen.

She should have called the police, anyone, but what if Dmitri was in danger?

She was ready to sleep with the bottle tighter if ever, she cried out in fear when she saw Dmitri, who seemed to be looking for something in the kitchen and looked completely exhausted.

,,What the hell? Dmitri darling what are you doing?” she asked putting the bottle down.

Seeing the torn clothes, the fuzzy hair, the black eye but most of all the bloody knuckles as if he had hit himself or better said as if someone had hit him.

Seeing what he had failed to find, however, she grabbed the first aid kit and went with him to the couch, ,,I well...I told my father never to insult you again and then there was a little altercation” he began to confess as she gave a makeshift dressing to his wounds which fortunately did not require stitches or hospitalization.

His courage touched her as she realized that he had pushed away the person he had once needed the most for her, ,,I've never loved you more and well...next time we'll both beat him up” she suggested and felt the kiss he gave her as they both laughed at the idea.

But in his eyes the look of gentleness and love was there again and not the hate ,,I love you too" he replied and she pressed a kiss to the bandage on his hand which should make the pain less.

At least Dmitri didn't seem to be in pain, not when they kissed, not when she continued to nurse him and he proudly told her how he had told his father off.

Not when his hand stroked the engagement ring on her hand as they made love and finally seemed free of the gray of the Kravinoff family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @tori111777 , @bel0ved-heretic , @amecchii , @xxxibgdrgons , @lordbelzeebub , @simonsrealwife

[girlactionfigure]

THURSDAY HERO: Elizaveta Pilenko

Hid Children In Trash Bins

Elizaveta Pilenko was an Eastern Orthodox nun who saved French Jews by hiding them in her convent and smuggling them to safe houses. This holy woman, known as Mother Maria, paid the ultimate price for her bravery.

Born in Latvia in 1891, Elizaveta’s parents were pious Orthodox Christians who raised her in an environment drenched in faith. At seven, she asked her mother if she could become a nun. However, young Elizaveta’s world fell apart when her beloved father died when she was 14. The girl’s grief was so overwhelming that it destroyed her faith. The lesson she learned from her father’s untimely death was that adults know God doesn’t exist, but they lie to kids about it. She felt that God was no more real than Santa Claus. Teenage Elizaveta said, “If there is no justice, then there is no God.”

After her father’s funeral, Elizaveta’s mother moved the family to St. Petersburg. It was 1906, and the Russian revoutionary movement was gaining steam. Now a sworn atheist, Elizaveta felt a kinship with the antiestablishment communists, and she joined up with a radical group in St. Petersburg. However, despite her young age – only 15 – Elizaveta grew frustrated with the immaturity of her Bolshevik comrades, who loved to spend hours in bohemian cafes talking about revolution, but were less concerned with actually getting anything done. She said, “…they will not understand that to die for the revolution means to feel a rope around one’s neck.”

Not finding comfort in the faith she was raised with or the communist ideology of her friends in St. Petersburg, Elizaveta got married at 18 to Dimitri Kuzmin-Karaviev, an alcoholic. The couple had a daughter, Gaiana, and Elizaveta began writing poetry and studying theology, awakening her long-dormant interest in religion. The marriage was not a happy one, and Elizaveta and Dimitri divorced after three years. She applied and was accepted at the prestigious theological seminary at the Alexander Nevsky Monastery in St. Petersburg, becoming one of the first females to attend.

During the Russian Revolution, in 1918, Elizaveta was elected deputy mayor of the town of Anapa. The White Army – loyal to the Tsar – captured the town, leading the mayor to flee and Elizaveta to become mayor. She was arrested by the White Army for being a Bolshevik, even though she had long before renounced her communist beliefs. Elizaveta was put on trial but the judge, Daniel Skobstova, fell in love with her and saved her life. After the trial was adjourned Elizaveta and Daniel were married. They had a son, Yuri, and another daughter, Anastasia. The family traveled around Europe, moving to Yugoslavia and then Paris. In 1926, Elizaveta suffered another tragedy – her baby girl Anastasia died of influenza. Once again Elizaveta’s life was turned upside down by grief. Her marriage fell apart, and Yuri went to live with his father. Several years later, the unthinkable happened: Elizaveta’s oldest daughter Gaiana suddenly died. Alone now and ravaged by depression and loss, Elizaveta decided to change her life dramatically. Instead of stewing in her own misery, she would focus on helping others.

Elizaveta felt a strong calling to help the needy. She divorced her second husband and fulfilled her childhood dream: she became a nun, taking the name Mother Maria. She rented an old house in Paris and called it her “convent.” She kept the door unlocked and welcomed refugees and the poor. Father Dmitri Klepinin became house chaplain.

So many people came to Mother Maria’s convent seeking help that they filled every inch of the building. Elizaveta/Mother Maria slept in the basement next to the boiler. Some of the people seeking refuge in the “convent” were children, and Mother Maria set up the dining area as a classroom. This continued for two years, until Elizaveta was able to buy a bigger house, a “handyman’s special” that could sleep 100. Stables in back were transformed into a church.

On May 10, 1940 the Germans marched into France, and the country fell to Germany a month later. Suddenly, French Jews started flocking to Elizaveta’s convent, begging for refuge and help. Father Dmitri started making fake baptismal certificates so Jews could hide their identities, and Elizaveta fed and hid as many Jews in the house as she could. The collaborationist Vichy regime kept thousands of Jews in stadiums before being deported to concentration camps. Elizaveta snuck into these massive holding facilities bringing food and water for the Jews imprisoned there. Once she smuggled four Jewish children out in garbage bins and then found safe homes for them.

Elizaveta/Mother Maria, her son Yuri and Father Dmitri continued hiding and helping Jewish refugees for almost three years. In early 1943 their luck ran out. Father Dmitri and Yuri were arrested by the Gestapo and sent to a concentration camp in Germany, where Yuri was executed and the priest died of pneumonia. Soon after their arrest, Elizaveta too was arrested and sent to Ravensbruck, a camp for women only. There, in 1945, Elizaveta volunteered to die in place of a young Jewish woman. She was sent to the gas chamber in March, 1945. Soon after, the camp was liberated.

Elizaveta Pilenko, aka Mother Maria, was canonized as an Eastern Orthodox saint in 2004, along with her son Yuri and Father Dmitri. She was recognized as Righteous Among the Nations by Israeli Holocaust Memorial Yad Vashem.

For welcoming Jewish refugees and saving lives, at the cost of her own, we honor Elizaveta Pilenko, Mother Maria, as this week’s Thursday Hero.

[lina-vas-dom]

Улыбнитесь! Вы так ослепительно-женственны. Что за прихоть - покачивать розой в руках? Вы бранили меня совершенно божественно, Не приняв покаяния в несерьезных грехах. Ваши доводы, право же, так убедительны, Да и голос, признаться, непреклонно-суров. Ах, подайте хоть лучик надежды спасительной, Я сумею его прочитать между слов… /Дмитрий Громов 2

Smile! You are so dazzlingly feminine. What kind of whim is this - to swing a rose in your hands? You scolded me quite divinely, Without accepting repentance for frivolous sins. Your arguments, really, are so convincing, And your voice, I confess, is inflexibly stern. Ah, give me at least a ray of saving hope, I will be able to read it between the words… /Dmitry Gromov 2

[luv4estiebestie]

The Oliver Oakes 2025 HiTech Alpine drama - a time line

You may have been wondering what has been going on with Oliver Oakes, Alpine, Briatore and everyone else involved. Well, you're lucky, because I have collected and put together the currently most detailed time line that you can currently find below 👇

In green are all the parts that are most definitely correct and proven

In yellow are the parts that are likely and have been mentioned before, but aren't 100% proven

In red are those parts that are allegedly true or speculations but without much proof

Keep in mind though that I'm also only human so there could be mistakes or things missing but I do my best to be as close to the truth as possible.

Let's get into it;

19 November 2014 - Hitech Grand Prix Ltd is founded by David Hayle and Oliver Oaks

2016- 2017 + 2019 - 2020 - Nikita Mazepin drives for HiTech in multiple championships

2016 - 15 February 2022 - Dmitry Mazepin, a russian oligarch owns 75% of HiTech. His companies 'Uralkali' (a russian chemical company) and 'Bergton Management Ltd.' (a Cyprus-based investment company) sponsor the team and have shares in their name

24 February 2022 - Russia invades the Ukraine, Mazepin is one of the businessmen invited to the Kremlin to meet with Putin only hours after the invasion begins

8 March 2022 - Dmitry Mazepin and Nikita Mazepin are put under sanctions by the UK government and European union

11 March 2022 - Oliver Oakes formes a new company; 'HiTech Global Holdings Ltd.' and takes control of the whole of HiTech, without any payments being made to Mazepin for his 75%

8 November 2022 - british Labour MP Liam Byrne questions if Oliver Oakes is a proxy for the Russians to still do business in the UK (he does question, but if he's right? No clue so far)

February 2023 - HiTech registers interest to become am F1 team, is not under the FIA accepted submissions though

August 2024 - Oliver Oakes is announced as the Alpine team principal, replacing Bruno Famin, allegedly leading the way for a HiTech overtake of Alpine

April 2025 - allegedly, the F2 cars are seized before leaving Jeddah where F2 had driven the 19/20 April. There are only little clues for this though, especially as F1 academy had driven the same weekend and later 3/4 May

1 May - 3 May 2025 - William Oakes, the brother of Oliver Oakes, listed as director of HiTech Grand Prix on Companies House is taken into custody and charged for transfering criminal property and being in possession of large amounts of cash in the UK

4 May 2025 - allegedly Oliver Oakes flies to Dubai

6 May 2025 - Oliver Oakes resigns from his role as a team principal for Alpine. Allegedly because of disagreements with Flavio Briatore about the driver line up, but for this there is no proof.

Currently (9 May 2025) it seems as if the Oaks have been involved in being proxies for the sanctioned Russians. This will obviously have a big impact on the world of Motorsports and HiTechs current future is unclear

[shycroissanti]

Meet Yelena Gonshira!! >:D

Dmitry's mother, Yuliya's sister, Irina and Liliya's aunt, and the Sunlight of the Crab constellation🦀🌌

Yelena was a Sunlight who fought alongside Yuliya, but over time, she decided to dedicate herself to research and studies for the advancement of medicine.

Yelena is very calm, but when she was younger she had a personality more similar to Irina's, and she was the one who accepted Antares into the Sunlight Force, and helped him train xD

Antares was greatly inspired by her✨️

Her weapon is two blades connected by a chain, and the constellation she chose is the Crab constellation!!✨️🌌

What do you guys think?? X3💖

[Reblogs are very very appreciated(〃´ω`〃)💕]

[agattthaa]

Not yours

Paring: Dmitry/Yan [past, not established] Anna/Lane [background]

Rating: T

Warning: Angst, no happy ending, no hopeful ending. Past non established relationship. Unhealthy relationship.

Summary: It wasn't good. It wasn't love. But it was something.

Word count: 1.009

Tagging: @rc-catalog @lanesrequiem

Thank you for the inspo, Flor!!!

-What are you looking at? Do they remind you of someone?

Dmitry didn't need to turn around to know who it was. He knew that voice. He knew those steps. He knew that presence.

He knew Yan.

Perhaps better than he ever should.

So his eyes stayed fixated on the couple a few steps away from him and his back stayed glued on the metal that coated the boat.

He had no idea of what Anna could ever be pointing out on that piercing black sea on that restless night, but it was enough to make the usually expressionless cryptographer give her a gentle smile.

The entire scene felt completely foreigner to him. Like he was invading a territory he was not allowed to. Like his mere gaze had the power to tarnish something that, despise what he used to believe, turned out to be good.

He had convinced himself that he should keep an eye on them as soon as he started to notice the lingering and stolen touches. Lane was too dangerous, too unpredictable, too bold, too proud. She had the potential to hurt Anna, to completely devastate her, and although they weren't the most affectionate, they were brother and sister, they protected each other. They always did.

But Lane, against all his expectations, wasn't hurting Anna. No, she was making his sister the happiest Dmitry had seen in a long while. She, Dmitry noticed, turned out to be just like a stray cat. Feral to everyone else but her chosen one.

It didn't take him long to notice that it was way more likely for Anna to ruin Lane than the opposite. That she would rather die or even give away her precious book before even hurting Anna.

Still, on some silent nights like this one, he watched them. He knew they both knew that he was there, they always did, and when Anna wanted him to leave she would just turn to him and give her brother an annoyed look. And leave he would. Every single time.

Thing that the man staying at his side refused to.

He could feel Yan's gaze, some seconds on him, some seconds on the couple, and when he finally accepted that Yan wouldn't leave without an answer, he sighed.

-I have no idea of who you're talking about.

He heard the air leaving Yan's nose in almost a mocking way and finally turned around to see the man. There was that same annoying smirk on his lips and the metal clippers shone under the yellow shipp lights almost like an insult to him. A reminder of what he did. A reminder of what he had to do. A reminder of what he shouldn’t have to do.

A reminder of his most difficult decision. Of his worst decision.

-I think you're having fun seeing your own past.

He stared deeply into the black of the other man's eyes, seeing himself reflected on them and slowly turning his eyes back to the couple.

-We were nothing like them.

And they really weren't. Yan knew it and the smirk stayed on his face as he lit a cigarette and blew the smoke on Dmitry's face.

-Yeah, we weren't the type to hold hands and flirt in front of everyone or to kiss each other's face because we were going to different rooms.

The smirk was still high on his face and to anyone else it would look as if the brunette was just joking around. But Dmitry knew him too well, beyond what anyone else ever could. He could feel the venom dripping from every single syllable that left Yan's mouth. Like the biggest offense he ever did to the other man was not hold his hand long enough. Or the fact that he never did.

The fact was that they were what he once believed Lane would be like to his sister. Cold, distant, possessive.

Not once they looked at each other like that. With care, with affection, with love.

No.

It was like a primal instinct. Like an addiction. Like they had nowhere to run other than to each other and from each other. Like a bitter addictive poison, one that slowly killed them but they no longer could survive without. Like the world was ending because of it but the destruction would come even faster without it.

Until Dmitry himself tried to put an end to everything.

In the most destructive and disturbing way.

But how could one ever put an ending to something that never even began?

It was just an addiction.

It was just cruel.

It was just violence.

Just like everything when the two of them were involved.

It was not good. It never was. It never could be. They were both too themselves for anything else. There was no fondness on their kisses, they were always as red and violent as blood. It wasn't good. It was vicious. It was selfish. It wasn't love. It couldn't be.

But it was something.

Something that, despise everything, every fiber of Dmitry's body screamed for him to get back. To just pull Yan back to himself, with all the mess he would come with him. To claim something that was never truly his, but that could've been. Perhaps that should've been.

-No, we were not.

He snatched the cigarette from Yan's fingers, ignoring the annoyed look the man gave him and watching as Anna hugged Lane close.

-You're too gloomy for someone who's watching a young couple in love, General.

-I'm not your general, not anymore.

-Were you ever?

And he knew exactly what Yan meant.

No matter how much they claimed each other in dark corners or hard beds. No matter how many angry looks they gave to anyone that got too close to the other or how they shoved each other away in blind jealousy.

Did they ever belong to each other, truly?

And as the metal clippers on Yan's face were glistening, Dmitry left, carrying every single regret he ever could have on his back.

[yaoi-reviewer]

🌹 Roses and Champagne 🥂

Spice 7/10 🌶️

Status: Complete

Synopsis: LeeWon a lawyer who while looking for his Russian father, seeks the help of a Russian mobster(Ceaser) for a case he's working on. Starting a tumultuous relationship that brings LeeWon to the edge of tolerance. Despite Caesars worst efforts LeeWon might find that he loves the mobster too much to leave.

⭐ My thoughts: It's definitely one of my favorite yaoi's. The plot and how the main relationship develops is interesting, and the art is beautiful. Lee Won not being a pushover protag that takes whatever the love interest throws at him is not something I've seen a whole lot. Him being aware of how crazy everything is and accepting he's crazy to stay is what elevates this manhwa for me.

We stan our queen LeeWon (he's so pretty and smart). Ceaser is crazy (but that's okay bc he's hot). Dmitri is awful (you'll see why 😐). Lomonosov, Leonid, Vladimir are all lovable side characters.

(ily Vladimir ❤️)

‼️ Content Warning (before you read!)‼️

dubcon/noncon scenes

violence (blood, fighting etc)

Smut

Kidnapping

[virginiaisforvampires]

You seem to know these books in and out so at the risk of sounding like a troll, I wanted to ask looking for a genuine answer what specifically makes you think that Loustat is end game? When I read the books, it ended on a dance between Louis and Lestat from what I can remember and I do recall they said they loved each other during that dance, but I don't recall them agreeing to be companions again or anything in the last book. I interpreted it as not so much an "endgame" but more open-ended. I think a post I read either here or on another blog also implied they were monogamous during the PL series, I genuinely don't remember that. Wasn't Lestat still taken with David and trying to find Louis a "friend" at court? Maybe it wasn't David but wasn't there someone else Lestat was in love with during the court besides Louis that he turned? I might be remembering wrong...

Anon, monogamy is not a thing and will never be a thing with these relationships. Their love transcends human notions or restrictions. What makes Loustat endgame is not a frilly little human promise to be monogamous. No, what makes them endgame is the fact they are it for each other and when I say that, I mean in the sense that they would not survive each other. Their love is fatal. Monogamy has zero to do with any of that.

For one, their relationship was not left open-ended. Their endgame was set up in Prince Lestat and fully established in Prince Lestat And The Realms Of Atlantis when Louis finally made peace with himself and accepted Lestat’s invitation to be his consort. The definition of a consort is the spouse or companion of a ruling monarch. Loustat is shown to be a family unit with the addition of Viktor and Rose. It is their second chance at parenthood, coming full-circle after the tragedy with Claudia in which no one else shared that specific grief and guilt but them.

David fades to the background once Louis is at the Court. He is still around, acting as Lestat’s friend and brother and also Louis’ friend and brother. But no, I would not categorize Lestat as “still taken” with him. That relationship became strained, to put it simply, after the events of Merrick. It was vaguely hinted as to why by Lestat in Prince Lestat and if you know what happens to Louis in Merrick while under David’s care, you know what is happening there between the lines.

Trying to find Louis a friend? That would be Mitka aka Dmitri Fontayne. Mitka sent a letter from New Orleans in which he appeals to Lestat for help in ridding the territory of a group of rogue vampires. Those same vampires had also broken into Rue Royale and destroyed one of Louis’ paintings. Lestat, furious when anyone hurts Louis and wishing to help Mitka, takes off for New Orleans to destroy the rogues and meet up with him. When Lestat meets Mitka, he immediately clocks that he’s interested in the same books and authors as Louis and has the same intellectual thoughts as Louis, and Lestat says he wanted to tell him a great deal about Louis and knew Louis would love him. It was not a matter of Lestat “trying to find Louis a friend.” It was a matter of Lestat loving Louis enough to know his interests and likes/dislikes and knowing Louis would get along with him. It goes back to the fact Lestat always felt he was intellectually inferior to Louis. Lestat, who was kept illiterate by his family on purpose until vampirism granted him the ability to read and write, tells of a small moment in Blood Communion in which he lets it be known that Louis reads to him. Do you see the significance of that? In the past, Louis used books, like Gabrielle, to shut Lestat out. Now, Louis engages with Lestat about literature and actually shares his passions with Lestat. He reads to him. You see, that’s the sign of a truly bonded, heathy relationship. There is no jealousy, no competition, no threat to their love or what they mean to each other simply because they have friends.

You mentioned someone else Lestat was “in love with”? That would be his architect, Alain, and yes. Lestat turns him. However, that is not meant to replace Louis nor does it have any bearing on the fact Louis is still Lestat’s consort. Louis is still the one sharing blood with Lestat. Louis is still the one sleeping in their chambers with Lestat. Louis is still the one who knows what Lestat can’t confide to anyone else. Louis is the one whom Lestat says he is closer to than any other visible being in existence. Louis is the one Rhoshamandes abducts, because he wants Lestat to feel the same pain he felt when his beloved Benedict was allowed to end himself before the Court. He sends Lestat a box of ashes containing Louis’ emerald ring, and Lestat emotionally shuts down completely at that point. He literally says it’s as if he no longer has a heart once Louis is gone. He pitifully asks Gregory “Why didn’t he take me?” He would lay down his life if it meant protecting Louis.

That is why they are endgame, Anon. It has nothing to do with being monogamous or cheating or jealousy or any of that crap. It is because Louis is Lestat’s heart. Louis is Lestat’s home. They are finally at peace with themselves, fully sharing their lives (and blood) together in a reunion Lestat calls “enduring.” As both Sam and Jacob have reiterated, they are endgame. They are married by the end as blood spouses, eternal companions joined by a cord who always come home to each other. It’s not something we just “think.” It is literally what’s written in the books. They are feverishly and maniacally in love with each other and simply cannot exist without each other. Louis is Lestat’s person, and Anne was very clear about that.

If you are interested in more, allow me to link you my Loustat masterlist:

Loustat’s Transcendent Love

Louis Is Lestat’s Consort

Lestat Seeking Out Louis

Loustat’s Marriage

Loustat’s Implied Marriage & The Emerald Ring

Loustat Is Endgame

Loustat Is Not Toxic

Louis’ Love For Lestat

Loustat’s Journey To Acceptance

It Was Always Louis

Loustat: One Depends Upon The Other

Loustat Fights For Each Other

Prince Lestat Era Loustat

Louis Is Lestat’s Religion

Louis Is Lestat’s Home

Lestat’s Reaction When Louis Is Taken In Blood Communion

Lestat’s Reaction Upon Finding Louis In Blood Communion

Lestat’s Jealousy

Lestat’s Amazement

Lestat’s Strained Relationship With David

Why David Disappears In Prince Lestat Era

Lestat’s Reaction To Louis’ Suicide Attempt

Loustat’s Separation After Merrick

Lestat’s Love For Others

Loustat’s Family Unit

Blood Communion Dance Foreshadowed In 1x07

ETA:

Lestat’s Soulmate

Louis Wanted Lestat To Be His God

Lestat Feels He Failed In Protecting Louis

Louis Does Love Lestat

Why Lestat Loves Louis

“They’re each other’s endgame, aren’t they? In the books, they always come home to each other, and it’s kind of telling that that seems to be sort of, like, the end of a lot of the novels is Louis and Lestat being petty and in love, you know?”

— Jacob Anderson

[a-hollow-forest]

cw eating disorder talk under the cut (specifically ARFID and sensory issues around food)

there really, desperately needs to be a new ED diagnosis for sensory issues around food because i have been trying to find help for what i have going on for y e a r s at this point and the closest i've ever gotten is ARFID (Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder)

but the thing is? i am 99.999% sure i don't have ARFID. i'm starting to wonder how many other autistic folk in the same boat as me also don't have ARFID. because according to all the research i can find ARFID is caused by/expressed in fear/anxiety around food. which means it is NOT based around the fact that for some people food genuinely is as awful as we are worried it will be

anxiety can be treated with exposure therapy. ARFID can be treated with exposure therapy. because it's about desensitizing you to something that isn't 'really' a threat (reductive for the sake of the strain thinking about this topic puts on me, please forgive)

but just like how you can't treat overstimulation with desensitization (eg. an autistic person who cannot socialise due to sensory overwhelm needs accommodations for their sensory needs rather than ways to cope with the emotional impact of going unaccommodated), you can't treat a sensory issue surrounding food with coping skills for being less stressed about the food

but because there isn't a specific eating disorder diagnosis for food-based sensory sensitivities , i can't find any fucking resources on how i'm supposed to eat in a way that isn't slowly fucking killing me due to malnutrition/weight related health conditions. the resources i can find for the next closest thing are all the equivalent of telling an autistic person having a meltdown that they just need to get their emotions under control i fucking hate it here

[dubiousdisco]

kraven's like "i'm gonna protect my pure baby brother from becoming like my awful father but also i'm gonna hide that i'm super powerful kill evil people from him also i'm gonna kill my father for putting my brother in danger. this will probably work out."

and dmitri is like "he has been secretly super powerful this whole time, meaning he never understood what i felt like and his advice and words about how being like me was ok were hollow, bc he himself didn't want to stay like me, also put me in danger by lying for so long, also also he kills people just like dad also he killed our dad. that is awful. he is awful, my entire family betrayed me. i need to start killing people too i can't believe i'm the only weak bitch in this family who has never murdered."

and then kraven is like "oh my actions unintentionally have turned my only human connection and light of my life into everything i hate, and he hates me now. I threatened him and he accepted being my enemy no problem. I ruined him. maybe i am like dad. guess i'm gonna hunt spider-man"

and also rhino is there

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

Wtf is wrong with Alexandra HSR? Dmitry's latest intimate scene was definitely a noncon. I was expecting his route to be angsty and a little unhealthy but that? I can't accept that, sorry. 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️