#andrey

[dumb-bitchass]

Goncharov 50th gonchiversary bash !!!!!! 50 years with the greatest mafia movie ever made, crazy how fast time goes.

[clarkkantagain]

andrey by alexandr fedotov

[unforgivenn]

Masterlist

Noah shuddered, the tears welling in his eyes mixing with the blood and sweat on his face. He tried to pull away, but the strings only tightened, biting deeper into his flesh. Andrey laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down Noah's spine.

"Struggle all you want, slave.," Andrey murmured, his lips brushing against Noah's ear. "You'll only hurt yourself more. Accept your fate, and perhaps, just perhaps, I'll show you a mercy."

But Noah knew there would be no mercy. Not from Andrey. The prince's touch was as cold and unyielding as the chains that bound him. Nevertheless, he was too ensnared in his thoughts to make out Andrey's words. He felt as if he was teetering on the brink of insanity. There was just pain, pain, and more pain.

Every moment in this hellish place was a relentless assault on his mind and body. The constant pain, the fear, the humiliation—it was all too much. Noah's thoughts raced, a chaotic whirl of memories and nightmares. He remembered his life before this, the freedom he had taken for granted, now a distant, cruel dream. He remembered his mother making rhubarb pie for him. His sister running around the house lighting it up with her talkative nature.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? The questions had been echoing in his mind ever since he came here but now he heard them ring in his ears louder than before. He felt his grip on reality slipping, the edges of his sanity fraying with each passing second.

Noah's heart pounded in his chest, each beat a drum of panic. He tried to focus on something, anything to ground himself, but all he could see were the s, the blood, the darkness.

I'm finally losing it. I'm losing my mind. The thought was like a dagger to his heart. A part of him wanted to laugh at himself, at this whole shitty situation while the other wanted to just sob at his helplessness. The fear of what he was becoming was almost worse than the pain itself. He was no longer just a captive; he was a broken man, teetering on the edge of madness.

Andrey's voice broke through the fog of his thoughts, a chilling voice in his head that repeated again and again. "You're mine, Noah. Mind, body, and soul. There's no escape for you. No hope. No mercy." He wanted to help him to shut up but it felt as if he couldn't open his mouth anymore.

Wait.. What was he doing here again..?

Noah's vision blurred with tears, his body trembling. He wanted to scream, to beg for release, but he knew it would only bring more torment. He was trapped, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. The shackles that held him were more than just physical restraints; they were the bonds of his shattered will, the chains of his despair.

I can't do this. I can't keep going. The thought was a desperate plea, a cry into the void. But there was no one to hear it, no one to save him.

The room seemed to close in around him, the walls pressing in, the air growing thin. He was suffocating, drowning in his own fear and pain.

Help me. Someone, please, help me. Please help me please help me- The plea repeated in his mind like a chant thought it went unanswered, lost in the abyss of his despair.

He was just a puppet, and Andrey was the puppeteer. And in this twisted game, there were no strings that could be cut to set him free.

(THIS WAS NOT A PART OF THE MAIN SERIES)

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[milenayamektup]

“Ne acı bu denli geç rastlamak sana

Ve böylesine erken ayrı kalmak sonunda.”

[crimpyff]

Bringing out another doodle dump ! The gays and their left facing profile picture/ref (i will bring first cashier and andrey fanart in the public)

[thanatika]

this is romance to me. no it isn't but it is why i'm dandrey nation 1 million years. why are you as a man waiting 10 years just for the chance to tell another man you briefly knew in college what a freak you think he is etc etc.

(the "you are not alone" dialogue is also really good. andrey responds by immediately talking about peter and assuming that's what daniil means, but it just occurred to me that maybe daniil is trying to commiserate and is relating to andrey's statement about being better at breaking things than building them? considering the context of this convo is daniil choosing the utopian ending on day 12, which he has a lot of dialogue options that indicate very conflicted feelings about. and of course andrey is just fully oblivious of anything except his brother as usual.)

[roughridingrednecks]

Anfrey

[toxicsludgeyaoi]

Toxic Sludge Yaoi Tournament: Goncharov/Andrey (Goncharov) Vs Kawoshin (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

(No image provided for Goncharov/Andrey. Vote for whichever ship you like more.)

Propaganda under cut. Note: spoilers for these medias may be below.

Goncharov/Andrey propaganda

"It's like the original toxic yaoi sludge??????? They're obsessed with eachother but they're literally enemies. It's perfect."

Kawoshin propaganda

"One of the most iconic toxic yaois. They can't both live. Either Kaworu kills Shinji and the rest of humanity, or Shinji kills Kaworu and saves the rest of humanity. Shinji is so thoroughly affected by the loss of Kaworu. He regrets it, he wants to go back and let Kaworu kill him. It's the last straw for Shinji in all honesty."

[incorrect-gonchposting]

Goncharov, to Andrey: "Where does, and I mean this as a compliment, the most fuckable twink I've ever seen in my life get off on telling me how to manage my T level? [Are you] speaking from experience?!"

Andrey:

😳😳😳

[pandoratto-thebestkitty]

КРУГ ТРИУГОЛЬНИК И КВАДРАТ!! ЛУЧШЕ ТРИО!! CIRCLE TRIANGLE AND SQUARE!! BEST TRIO!!

Вообще мило и прикольно получилось и сейчас напоминает Yababaina

It turned out really cute and cool and now when I look at it it reminds of Yababaina

А ещё вот вам оригинальный скетчик который я нарисовал перед этим и вдохновился им же Лол-

Also this was a sketch I did before I drew that just because I could lol-

[unforgivenn]

Aww, Andrey is humiliated that Noah saw him this way.

Be a shame if Noah had to watch him get whumped while he's begging and crying.

MASTERLIST

CW: injuries, suffering, whumper turned whumpee, torture, angstt, Power Dynamics, Self-Loathing, Shame, forced to watch

After dragging Noah away from his tormentor, the bulky men threw him in a room. He had tried getting answers out of them. To know what was happening. To know why was this happening. In any other situation, Noah would've loved to see Andrey go through the same pain that he did, to know what it felt like on the other side. But now that it actually happened, he couldn't help feel the pit of sorrow in his gut.

Noah curled into himself on the ground, didn't even try escaping. He only waited and waited for someone to come in again as he was left with the shouting of his own ringing thoughts.

Soon enough, the door creaked open again. Noah held his breath, and jerked upwards to stand. Heavy footsteps thudded against the ground, before he caught a glimpse of the men again. They started walking towards him, and suddenly the air seemed much more thicker and suffocating. A hand grabbed the back of his hair, pulling it back roughly and before he could comprehend what was happening, a white vial was injected into his neck and he fell into unconsciousness.

Noah's head throbbed when he woke. His body felt heavy, his limbs refusing to move. Panic instantly surged in through his chest when he realized why - his arms were tied behind him, his legs strapped to the legs of a chair. Why did every situation end up with him being the one getting tied up and drugged? A groggy haze clouded his mind, as he tried shaking the drug off.

Then he saw it.

Andrey.

The man was on his knees, the same man who had forced him to kneel for hours until either he got bored or Noah's knees threatened to shatter beneath him. His head was hanging low, his black hair matted with blood and sweat. A few feet away, the same men stood, waiting, watching. One of them cracked his knuckles, another flexed his fingers around a blade. But the one most noticeable was a mysterious figure that stood infront of them, covered in loose black clothing, their face covered with a weird mask.

Noah's blood ran cold.

"Andrey-" He squeaked out, voice barely above a whisper. But Andrey didn't move, didn't react, didn't even glare at him.

"Ah good. You're awake." The figure spoke and he couldn't quite lay his finger on the person's gender. Ah as if that mattered anyways.

"Please- Don't hurt him- Don't-" He choked out before he was rudely interrupted by their captor again.

"Shut up. Didn't ask for your opinion boy. You're only here to watch."

A cruel laugh rippled through the room, echoing in the heavy silence that followed. Noah barely had time to process before the first blow landed on Andrey.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh, a sickening thud made Noah's insides curl. Andrey didn't give much of a reaction. Just a sharp intake of breath, his hands twitching and fingers tightening in an attempt to brace himself. Not only a while ago, Noah would've been the one being beaten up, and the Prince would've been the one watching it with sadistic delight. That's how it should've happened. Not like this. Neither of them were meant to be like this.

Then the second strike came, and the third, and then another one until Andrey violently coughed. His arms buckled beneath him as he collapsed fully onto the floor. Noah’s breathing turned ragged as he watched the blood drip from Andrey’s mouth, a stark contrast against his pale, fever-flushed skin. Somehow he felt like he was the reason this was happening to Andrey in the first place. That he was the reason of someone else's torment.

"P-please," Noah managed to croak out, his throat raw. He dig his nails into his palms, his whole body shaking. "Please stop. Please—"

As a response, a boot connected with Andrey’s ribs, sending him sprawling onto his side with a pained groan.

"Hm? Say that again why don't you?" The figure hissed, his voice sounding so cruel, so poisoned.

Noah’s throat tightened. His body trembled as he fought for breath, trying better than to start hyperventilating. His eyes burned, his mind screamed at him to fight, to do something,for fuck's sake anything—but all he could do was just sit there, frozen, tied up, his voice catching in his throat like it was being strangled from the inside.

And then Andrey whimpered.

The sound was soft, almost inaudible, but to Noah, it shattered everything.

Noah had never heard Andrey whimper before. Not even in his worst moments, not even when he was at the receiving end of a knife or a bullet or a broken bone. And yet here he was, shaking, curling in on himself, a sound of raw, broken misery slipping through the broken man's clenched teeth.

Noah’s stomach lurched, his vision blurring.

"Please—" he sobbed, desperate. "Please, just stop, please, I—"

Another blow. Another pained gasp from Andrey. Another laugh from the men.

"You should be thanking us, boy," one of them snickered. "Teaching your master a little humility."

Noah clenched his fists so tightly his nails nearly pierced his skin. He felt sick. He wanted to run. He wanted to claw his way out of this living nightmare.

Andrey let out a weak, broken laugh, breath hitching with every painful exhale. "You enjoying the show, Noah?" he rasped, barely audible. His fevered eyes flickered toward him, glazed over with pain and something almost like mockery—but no more strength left in it. Only the last remnants of his pride clinging to the edges of his words. "I bet… I bet you are. Watching me like this. I hope—" A sharp cough, more blood. "I hope you're savoring it."

Noah choked back a sob. "I’m not—I swear, I—"

But his words meant nothing. Not here. Not now.

Andrey’s body trembled as another kick landed against his stomach, knocking what little breath he had left out of him. He curled in tighter, his fingers twitching weakly against the stone.

Noah could only watch. 

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[milenayamektup]

“Ne korkunç, bir başına düşünmek şimdi seni?

Daha da korkunç,bir başına değilsen oysa”

[crimpyff]

drew them as a lil break after trying to finish an art that surprisingly took me a week!! it is my duty to spread their propaganda and yes you'll be seeing more of them from me 🫡🫡🫡

[muirneach]

play for the kids 💚 (via atp)

[camila-jchsbd]

Get out dumb demon🖤

Okay again new post...

[roughridingrednecks]

Andrey