#anastas volkov

[rococospade]

Anastas painting + process video (originally meant as a demo for shadow values). Done in procreate on ipad with an Apple Pencil. Actually managed to destroy my nib on this one, which was fun.

I wanted to explore a gem-tone colour palette and based his clothes loosely off of some of the costumes in Bloodborne. I think he’d have enjoyed Byrgenwerth, probably, if he didn’t frenzy.

There's a youtube video of the process with notes on what I was doing, if you turn on the english subtitles (no audio besides music, I'm afraid): https://youtu.be/HjJdaJ0T1Rk

[c3rnunnos]

Anastas Vasilevich Volkov, seeing how his eyes reflected the dim light of a lantern in the dark.

He is such a good character and i love him so much!!!! He is @rococospade ‘s OC, and i came across him on her Bloodborne fic Choral Composition. the worldbuilding and lore and feel of this fic is amazing and i love it :)

[choralcomposition]

Choral Composition is one year old! This is so weird :’D I unfortunately don’t have an update ready but here’s a sketch of the boys I drew for today.

There’s a spoiler/excerpt from chapter 25 (chapter 24 is an interlude) under the cut as an apology for the hiatus.

Once again, spoilers for Choral up to the start of chapter 25 below. Don’t click if you’re not okay with spoilers! ... there are too many A names in this goddamn scene, by the way :)

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Anastas couldn’t help it. He burst into tears.

Ascelin startled a little at the noise, though he didn’t seem to have the energy to do much besides. Which was a good thing — Anastas threw himself across the man’s lap and clung to his shoulders.

“What—hey? Ki—Anastas, hey, come on, what’s with you?” Ascelin’s voice was rough from disuse, and horribly welcome after so long without it. Anastas buried his face in the man’s shoulder and tried to stave off his shaking.

Ascelin wasn’t always kind, it was true, but he was there, and Anastas needed him. And he’d already lost so much this year, he couldn’t—

Don’t think about her like she’s gone.

He made himself stop the thought. But the tears wouldn’t quit, now that they’d welled up, and he felt a little sick with himself for crying on Ascelin’s shoulder.

Ascelin didn’t speak again. He made a soft noise, and something touched Anastas’s back. It hesitated a moment, then pressed between his shoulder blades — Ascelin’s hand, like the man meant to hug him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Ascelin murmured, near his temple. Anastas was mortified. He kept his face hidden. “Whatever happened, it’s over. What’s got you acting like this?”

Anastas tried to force ‘I don’t know what happened’ and ‘you weren’t responding’ and ‘we’ve been down here ages’ out at once and didn’t manage anything more coherent than a sob. He hated it, but what else could he do?

“Anastas?” Amelia mumbled, sounding half-asleep. Anastas twitched; he must have woken her. “What’s going on?”

“The kid’s crying,” Ascelin said, puzzled sounding.

Amelia yelped. “Sir Carim?!”

Anastas heard her scramble to a sit, and Ascelin made a soft noise. “What’s with the both of you? Stop acting like I died. Oh—wait, did I die?”

“Yes!” Amelia threw herself against them, and Ascelin huffed like she’d startled him, while Anastas wheezed and then tried to get back the air Amelia had forced out of him. “You came from the Cathedral lamp looking half-dead and grabbed us!”

“I did?” Ascelin couldn’t have sounded more surprised about it than they had felt, but he came damn close. Anastas kept his face buried, ashamed of his red eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks, and the ugly relief coursing through him. Ascelin was alright. He was.

“Yes!” Amelia must have smacked the Choir Hunter on the chest; Ascelin grunted.

“Sorry? I don’t think I intended to—oh.” Ascelin took in a sharp breath, and Anastas drew back to see if Amelia had hit him somewhere sensitive, but she looked as shocked as Anastas. Ascelin, wide-eyed, said, “No,” Very quietly, then again, barely above a whisper. “No. I… I meant to.”

“Why would you mean to die?” Amelia asked, brows furrowing. “And—Carim?”

Ascelin was shaking. He tried to form a word, but no sound left his lips. He shook his head, and Amelia seemed to decide — a little late — that discretion was best. She stopped asking, and laid her hand on Ascelin’s wrist in what she probably meant as mute support. 

Anastas felt uneasy all over. He shifted a little closer to Ascelin and held out his hand. Ascelin looked startled by it.

His fingers closed around Anastas’s a moment later. He breathed and breathed, shaking, and said, “Don’t worry about it.”

But he didn’t sound sure himself, and Anastas was unsettled by the idea of something that scared a Hunter, and worse because Ascelin was hiding it.

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Sitting at the dealership and working on editing this chapter to post it for Choral and… Anastas really needs to work on his habit of wearing his heart on his sleeve.

Ascelin just has to look at him and knows what he’s thinking, and Anastas is like ‘this man can read thoughts’. No honey this man can see you looking at him like a deer about to panic and bolt, and correctly interpreted that as fear and that he needs to handle you before you hit that point of running.

On the same theme:

Anastas really thinks Ascelin can’t tell the difference between genuine compliance and lying through his teeth compliance and Ascelin’s like ‘yeah it’s cause you sound cute and sweet when you lie, brat’. I guess that’s just the issue with being a teenager and thinking you’re slicker than you are.

Not that Ascelin would know aaaanything about teenagers who think they’re slick, no no, he’s always been as smooth as oil, thanks. 

[icariastarters]

This is the list of current auctions going on the for the event hosted by @hedoniisms.

Date with Adrian Kim

Date with Leo Renault

Date with Charlie Hart

Date with Hayden Hayes

Date with Eleanor Wallace

Date with Ryelle Richards

Gym Lessons with Derek Taylor

Date with Noel Thompson

Date with Atticus Anastas

Date with Noelle Park

Date with Ophelia Grace Volkov

Date with Briar Kingston

Date with Wolfgang Jamison

Date with Sophie McKenzie

Date with Levi King Ryder

Night out or Therapy Sessions with Ava Evans

Date with Millie Cromwell

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Anastas Volkov

[countylinesrpg]

Name: Rocky Volkov Age: 23 Occupation: Rock’s Tattoos & Body Piercings Traits: + Honest, Loyal, Dependable. - Hot-tempered, Loud-mouthed, Jealous. Song stuck in her head: The Dope Show - Marilyn Manson Her most recent Social Media posts: @xperfectimperfections: A bottle of wine a day keeps the doctor away #thatvinolife @xperfectimperfections: At the shop until close. Come see me and get some ink done! Her Story: Rocky Tiana Volkov is the youngest born daughter to Ivan Volkov and Syrena Anastas. She has an older sister named Irina. As a child, Rocky and her family had resided in a quiet town in North Carolina. As a child, Rocky always found herself in trouble. It didn't matter where she went, trouble found her. This continued up until she was a teenager. Rocky had begun to experience with drugs and one night, she had gotten high and woke up in a hospital room. It was there that she learned that she was raped. Rocky had no memory of the event happening and it was here that her family knew of her drug habits. To get her better, they took her away from her friends and moved to the other side of the country to Washington state. Rocky remained there with her family until she was of legal age to move out. She traveled for a bit and it was on her travels that she took up tattooing. She had always been a good artist and tattooing was yet another way for her to express who she was. She found herself in Georgia and it's where she opened her own shop and continues to play with whatever life throws at her.

[rococospade]

playing around with painting again and considering offering speedpaints. this took about 3 hours

[rococospade]

[rococospade]

A watercolour painting I never uploaded from earlier this year. Details done with prismacolor pencils

His hair has the wrong texture here.

As a fun aside, I didn’t have colors suitable for skin tones when I painted this, so I used tea dregs to paint his skin + the original lay in of shades instead. I have progress photos, um, somewhere.

Also somehow combined the Molotov cocktail and the pungent blood cocktail items in my head for this :’> oh well, at least it looks cool.

[rococospade]

didn’t finish today’s prompt, but here’s a rough color of the sketch, anyway. (with the background partially inked)

Ascelin and Anastas found a beautiful cave! Unfortunately their map isn’t great. And there... may be enemies inside. Oops.

Thanks to DubiouslySmugCatboy for suggesting ‘lost in a crystal cave’ for the setting~

[rococospade]

"Where were you keeping all of this?!"

"In my... hat...?"

"That just raises more questions!"

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(One version with effects, the other without)

Art for Choral Composition. I really cannot tell you how many times this dumb joke got written into or out of a chapter. Ascelin has Rapunzel hair, but 90% of the time it’s braided and tucked up into a bun so no one knows but Drogomir and Vasilissa. (It’s probably not actually thigh length... but wouldn’t it be funny if it was?)

Anastas is actually rather offended about it, for the same reasons he was offended that Ascelin isn’t ugly. He doesn’t think a jerk should have pretty hair.

This was in the works for several months. I learned a lot, so hopefully the next artwork with a background + painted characters will be quicker, and so on.

[rococospade]

This was supposed to be quick. Still not 100% happy with it, but it’s midnight and I wanna sleeeeep~

Have Anastas as a neon witch and Ascelin as a chicken... thing. Happy (month of) Halloween, I’m going to be obnoxious all month!

[rococospade]

Quick reference sheets for their Dark Souls 3 iterations. Anastas having the higher strength stat (because Ascelin dumped all of his levels into magic and attunement) is unendingly funny to me.

[rococospade]

“Hunt” Inktober 2020

This was based on the earliest concept of Choral Composition, when it was still just a funny AU I drew some fan art for, where Anastas was a hunter searching for his sister and Ascelin was the asshole Choir Member who kept trying to corrupt him. Some things changed more than others in the actual writing :’D

I also hadn’t looked closely at the Choir set by this point, so Ascelin’s helm is waaaay off.

[rococospade]

Found a sketch of Anya to paint over. It’s my reblog account’s new avatar