#andrei dream

[renes-random-stuff]

asked people on the wiki what gender they thought andrei was

made a drawing just for the wrong answer

[goddidntdothis]

[illegible] et al.

[femmemistique]

winter lady

[sinnerenjoyer]

why is cam's photo lowkey giving thirst trap

[sneakydraws]

🎵andreis family, totally messed up!🎵

The bald hillz crew

[dukhoiada]

~~ Arseny Tarkovsky, "I dreamed this dream and this I still dream of it"

[smileysvech]

Last night I had a dirty dream about you, baby, I’m just thinking maybe we should make it real

The One - FLETCHER

THE S(EX) TAPES MOODBOARD SERIES MASTERLIST

here’s the final moodboard for this series! I had a lot of fun making all of these and I hope you all enjoy them as much as I do! once again, thank you @pyotrkochetkov for giving me this idea and always introducing me to songs that give me inspiration 🫶🏼

tagging: @mendeshoney @comphy-and-cozy @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @thewintersoldierdisaster @senditcolton @behoright @hoesforthecanes @thesvechnikov @laurenairay @barzysunflower @fallinallincurls

[turcott3]

just because

[shmowder]

Had a dream I was a detective in pathologic called into town to solve the mysterious murder of Farkhad and ended up finding evidence incriminating the judge for a 50 years old unsolved murder case.

They sent the Bachelor to "reason" with me. So I decided to sneak out the second floor window bc I was 90% sure Andrey was with him and that they were both armed while all I had was a suitcase, a sunflower(dont ask idk either) and a cartoonish magnifying glass.

I took the evidence and went into hiding, I still needed to figure out who the client who hired me was. I was full of determination to deliver justice and solve the case, I was making decent progress on Farkhad's case too after a long day of taking witness testimonies of what happened the night he died.

I remember silver jewellery being part of the important evidence to the judge's guilty verdict. I was also starving and debating selling them for food because my client who was supposed to pay me isn't revealing themselves. All the money I came with was spent on renting a room to stay at because Eva refused to let me crowd her and Daniil in the stillwaters building. Thinking back, it was probably a good twist of fate because he would've definitely tampered with the evidence under the influence of the Kains' manipulation.

[renes-random-stuff]

Day 15 of Drawing Every Day for October: Dagger

ft. some poorly drawn dude

[taiyo-to-tetsuu]

Movie music video for

It’s been a while since I thought of you, Charles

On YouTube as well

Check out the Instagram thank you

[ulircursed]

a kiss from a muse who the other should be afraid of

(is summer arena au silly)

The corrupted form of Lapis does not speak, no matter how much Andrei's teammate might attempt to provoke her. However, despite this lack of seeming humanity, when the swordswoman rushes forward, blade of fire summoning an inferno to try and consume any foe that stands in her way, there is a strange moment where there is something.

“ ..... ”

When she brings her sword's edge up to Andrei, piercing past his defenses, she delivers with it a kiss to his lips— one that invokes the warning of death before she tries to slice at him. Had it happened? Had it not?

She could never tell, for the only thing she can wreak is the swing of her blade.

another kiss prompt (accepting!)

The longer the battle drags on, the heavier his weapon and shield begin to feel, the dead weight rooting him in place as he could do nothing but watch the battle take place before him.

One girl, in particular, stands out. Lapis. He's not sure how he knows her name — but she is, undoubtedly, danger. One by one, his allies fall, until there is nothing but his shield standing between them. A shield, much too heavy to stop her whirlwind of attacks.

She passes his last line of defense so easily, and for a heart-stopping moment, Andrei finds himself inches away from her face, from her blade.

He expects the blade to reach him first. He is wrong.

Their lips meet, then, brown eyes staring into muted crimson. Despite being nothing more than a puppet, a harbinger of death drawn up by the illusions that govern this arena, her kiss is as soft and sweet and real as—

Her lips silence his gasp of pain as the blade slices cleanly through flesh.

...

Andrei's eyes shoot open, a hand coming up to cover his mouth before he even registers the bounds of dream and reality. From his bedside table, Cranberry gives a sleepy, warbling coo at the sudden movement.

"No, it's... it's nothing," Andrei whispers, more to reassure himself than his pigeon who could not possibly comprehend what he'd just been through. Rolling over, he stares hard at the wall, trying to shake the feeling he is left with. As far as nightmares go, this one isn't even particularly chilling or horrendous, just... odd. He's all but certain he doesn't have any such feelings towards a girl he only knows as an enemy, all other information supplied to him only by proxy.

The mind does play tricks sometimes, he concludes, shutting his eyes once more. He could, at the very least, rest assured that such a thing would never truly come to pass in the waking world...

[puppetlooselystrung]

🌀🌀🌀🌀 ooo you wanna listen to hurdy gurdy music so bad ooooo you wanna check the instrument out oooooo you want to know about it beyond the hurdy gurdy man ooooooo you want to listen to hurdy gurdy music ooooooo 🌀🌀🌀

[tvintedspvrkmoving]

@razorfst // @wolfskrieger

[k-tarkovsky]

If time and memory merge into each other and without time there would be no memory, what then is immortality? Questions I ask Tarkovsky in my dreams.

Tarkovsky answer is :

“We are our immortality.”