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[redvelvetpdf]

wait nova you're back??! how have you been?

andrey hey!! i'm kind of on and off at the moment, trying to check this whenever i get time :,)

quite trashy as of late but i think i'm getting better

what about you? how is everything?

[cod-thoughts]

And all this devotion rushing out of me

Word count: 1k

Relationships: Andrei/Vladimir, Makarov/Nolan, Makanolan

Tags: Established Relationship, slight hurt/comfort, possessive behaviour, falling asleep

Part of a project that has a tiny explanation here. Keep reading under the cut!!

AN: A gift for the wonderful @panchulien Happy valentines day Oliv!!! Its been so cool to see you get more and more brave to share your stuff on here you're really good, i love reading your writing and your tags on things??? That pure joy and excitement is so wholesome it always makes me smile. You're so sweet and so kind, its always a joy to see you around <33 This was my attempt at these two, i dont know that much about them yet but i couldnt help myself, i had to try for this so hopefully you like it aaaaaa <33

The mission had been a success, though the world would not see it that way. The air reeked of smoke and metal, the kind of stench that clung to skin, to cloth, to memory. But here, in the dimly lit confines of the safehouse, the world did not exist. Only him.

Makarov sat slumped in the chair, exhaustion creeping in at the edges. He did not yield to it, of course. He never did. Even with sweat and blood drying on his skin, even with the weight of a battlefield's worth of chaos pressing upon him, he did not allow himself to falter.

But Nolan saw it.

He was the only one permitted to. The only one allowed to witness the moment Makarov’s shoulders dropped, the mask of ruthless ambition cracking, if only in the quiet solitude they carved out for themselves.

“Stay still.” Nolan’s voice was softer than usual, but there was no mistaking the command laced within it. He crouched beside Makarov, cloth in hand, dabbing at the cut along his jaw. It was shallow—hardly a concern—but Nolan cared anyway.

Makarov did not flinch, did not push him away. That alone was a kind of indulgence, a kind of trust.

“You should eat.” Nolan knew the answer before it came.

A scoff, the barest curve of Makarov’s lips. “Later.”

“No. Now.” Nolan’s fingers curled against Makarov’s jaw, tilting his head slightly so he could work at a particularly stubborn smear of blood. His thumb smoothed over the skin once, then twice. A touch that lingered longer than necessary. “No good to me half-dead, Vlad.”

That earned him a chuckle. Makarov’s gaze flickered up, tired but sharp, always sharp. “To you?”

“To me.” Nolan did not hesitate. He never did, not when it came to this.

Silence stretched between them, thick with understanding, with possession so deeply ingrained it no longer needed to be spoken aloud. Nolan finished cleaning the wound, setting the cloth aside before reaching for the tin he’d pilfered earlier—something sweet, something small, something Makarov would not refuse if it came from him.

Makarov watched him, amusement glinting in that ice-cut gaze, but he accepted the offering. Only because it was Nolan.

Only Nolan got to see this—Makarov indulging in something as mundane as a biscuit after a bloodied mission, leaning into Nolan’s touch with the barest shift of his weight. Only Nolan got to take care of him.

But Nolan was not satisfied. He could never be satisfied.

Makarov was his, and yet, in moments like these, it was Nolan who belonged to him more. He dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of Makarov’s jaw, just where the blood had been moments ago. A silent claim, a lingering touch. Makarov exhaled, barely a sigh, but it sent something electric through Nolan’s spine.

“You fuss too much,” Makarov murmured, but his hand settled on the back of Nolan’s neck, fingers twisting into his hair. Not pushing him away. Holding him there.

Nolan let himself sink into it, pressing his forehead against Makarov’s, their breaths mingling. No one else would ever have this. No one else would ever get him like this.

They stayed like that for a moment, bound by something deeper than mere loyalty. Nolan's hands traced over Makarov’s shoulders, finding the tension hidden beneath the fabric of his ruined shirt. He kneaded at the knots there, slow, deliberate, his movements bordering on reverence.

“Mmm, warm,” Makarov muttered, his voice slipping into something softer, something only Nolan would ever have the privilege to hear.

A faint smirk tugged at Nolan’s lips. He reached for the thick blanket draped over the back of the chair, pulling it around Makarov’s shoulders. The world outside was brutal, unrelenting. But here, in this stolen moment, Nolan could soften its edges.

Makarov let out a quiet sigh, barely audible, but Nolan caught it. He always did. He guided Makarov’s arms under the blanket before settling beside him, their legs brushing as he leaned in, the heat between them a stark contrast to the cold war that waited beyond these walls.

For a moment, Makarov let his guard down completely, resting his head against Nolan’s shoulder. It was not a show of weakness. It was acceptance. A silent understanding that Nolan was the only one permitted to see him like this.

“You let me take care of you.”

Makarov’s lips twitched. “And what would you do if I did not?”

Nolan’s answer was a whisper, almost too quiet for even Makarov to hear.

“I would tear the world apart.”

A hum of amusement, followed by the faintest press of Makarov’s fingers against Nolan’s wrist. A silent tether, a quiet promise.

Nolan exhaled, eyes slipping shut for just a second, allowing himself the smallest indulgence. Because Makarov might have been ruthless, might have been merciless, but in the quiet of their sanctuary, with the weight of war pressing against the door, he was soft.

And that softness was only Nolan’s to see.

But Nolan wanted more. He always did. He shifted, guiding Makarov’s head to rest against his chest, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns against the nape of his neck. The gesture was almost absent, something that might have gone unnoticed if not for the way Makarov’s shoulders finally, truly relaxed.

“Sleep,” Nolan murmured, the weight of the night settling over them.

Makarov huffed, a faint, amused sound, but his eyes had already slipped shut. He would never let himself be this vulnerable in the presence of anyone else, never let anyone else see the exhaustion steal over his sharp features. Only ever around Nolan would he let his guard down.

And Nolan, greedy, possessive, and wholly unwilling to share, pressed a kiss to his temple and held him close, unwilling to let the world intrude just yet.

[game-set-canet]

(via Instagram @ karenkhachanov)

[unforgivenn]

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#8: CAT AND MOUSE

Previous/ Masterlist

"It's gonna be alright," Damian whispered, though his voice cracked under the weight of uncertainty.

Jesus fuck what was he even doing?? He had absolutely no plan!!

He pushed forward, navigating the dark, narrow alley that stretched beyond the garden wall. The city lay ahead, a labyrinth of shadows and potential hiding spots. He just had to keep moving, keep them both out of Andrey's reach.

Tears filled in his eyes no matter how much he tried pushing them away. All of this was too much. He had always been the one to never question anything when he was told to do something. And now? Here he was running from god knows how many guards, with a bleeding boy in his arms trying to keep away from public

Noah’s breaths were shallow, each one a ragged whisper against the still night air. Damian's heart pounded in his chest, fear and adrenaline driving him onward. The rough stone of the alley walls scraped against his arms as he cradled Noah close, his muscles burning from the effort. He had to find a safe place, somewhere they could regroup and figure out their next move.

The alley opened onto a deserted street, the dim glow of streetlights casting eerie shadows. Damian’s eyes darted around, searching for any sign of pursuit. The street was silent, but he knew better than to trust the calm. Andrey’s men were relentless; they wouldn’t give up easily.

Damian spotted a small, rundown building with a broken window and made a beeline for it. He slipped through the narrow gap, careful not to jostle Noah. The inside was dark and musty, the air thick with the scent of decay and neglect. But it was shelter, a temporary reprieve from the chase.

He set Noah down gently on a pile of old blankets, his fingers trembling as he checked the boy’s injuries again. Blood matted Noah's hair, and his skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light. Damian’s heart ached at the sight, his mind a whirlwind of fear and guilt. How had it come to this? How had they been reduced to hiding in a derelict building, hunted like animals?

“Damian…” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes fluttering open. “I’m scared.”

“I-I know, buddy,” Damian replied trying to keep his own tears from falling, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Noah’s eyes closed again, his breaths shallow but steady. Damian watched him, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. He couldn’t let Andrey win. He had to protect Noah, no matter the cost.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the distant sounds of the city. Damian’s mind raced, formulating a plan. They needed to keep moving, find somewhere truly safe. But where? Every option seemed fraught with danger. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise—a soft creak, barely audible but enough to set his nerves on edge.

He turned, eyes straining in the darkness. Had the guards found them? He held his breath, every muscle tense. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement—a shadow shifting near the broken window.

“Damian, get up,” a voice hissed from the shadows.

His heart lurched. He recognized that voice—Andrey’s second-in-command, Mikhail. Panic surged through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. There had to be a way out, some escape route they hadn’t yet discovered.

“Come out now, and maybe I’ll go easy on the kid,” Mikhail taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

Damian’s mind raced. He couldn’t fight them; they were outnumbered and outgunned. But he couldn’t surrender, either. He glanced around the room, eyes landing on a small trapdoor in the corner. It looked ancient and barely used, but it might be their only chance.

Carefully, he lifted Noah, moving as silently as possible. Mikhail’s footsteps grew louder, the crunch of broken glass under his boots echoing through the building. Damian reached the trapdoor, prying it open with shaking hands. He slipped through, pulling Noah with him just as the door to the room burst open.

The darkness enveloped them, the musty air of the underground passage pressing in from all sides. Damian held his breath, listening to the sounds above. Mikhail’s curses echoed faintly, followed by the thud of heavy boots. They were searching the building, tearing it apart piece by piece.

Damian moved quickly but carefully, the narrow passage barely wide enough to accommodate them. He felt his way along the damp walls, every sense on high alert. The passage seemed endless, a maze of twists and turns that left him disoriented and desperate.

Finally, they emerged into another alley, the cool night air a welcome relief. Damian paused, catching his breath and scanning their surroundings. They were deeper into the city now, surrounded by towering buildings and narrow streets. It was a warren of potential hiding spots, but also filled with potential threats.

He adjusted his grip on Noah, who was drifting in and out of consciousness, and moved toward the heart of the city. Each step was a test of endurance, the weight of his burden growing with every passing moment. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t rest—not yet. He had to put as much distance between them and Andrey as possible.

Hours seemed to pass in a blur of motion and fear. The city was a labyrinth, each turn bringing new challenges. Damian's senses were heightened, every sound a potential threat, every shadow a possible hiding place for their pursuers. He was running on pure adrenaline, his mind and body pushed to the brink.

Finally, he found a small, out-of-the-way clinic. The sign was faded, the windows dark, but it offered a glimmer of hope. He knocked on the door, praying for a miracle. A weary-looking doctor answered, his eyes widening at the sight of them.

“Please,” Damian begged, his voice hoarse. “He needs help.”

The doctor ushered them inside, his expression grave as he examined Noah. Damian watched, his heart in his throat, as the doctor worked. Every second felt like an eternity, the fear and uncertainty gnawing at his insides.

The doctor finally turned to him, his face etched with concern. “He’s in bad shape, but I’ll do what I can.”

Damian nodded, sinking into a chair as exhaustion washed over him. He had done everything he could. Now, he could only hope and wait.

Hours passed in a haze of worry and fatigue. Damian's mind was a tumult of thoughts, fears, and regrets. He replayed the events over and over, questioning every decision, every action.

The doctor finally emerged from the back room, his expression tired but reassuring. “He’s stable, for now. He needs rest and care, but he’ll pull through.”

Relief flooded Damian, a wave of emotion that left him shaking. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

The doctor nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You did the right thing, bringing him here. Now, get some rest. You both need it.”

Damian nodded, too exhausted to argue. He found a corner to curl up in, his body aching and his mind racing. Sleep was a distant dream, but he forced himself to close his eyes, knowing he needed to be ready for whatever came next.

Just as he began to drift off, a sound jolted him awake—a faint, almost imperceptible click. His heart skipped a beat, adrenaline surging through his veins. He looked around, eyes scanning the darkened clinic. Everything seemed quiet, but the feeling of unease wouldn’t leave him.

And then he saw it—a shadow moving outside the window, the glint of metal catching the faint light. Panic gripped him as he realized what was happening.

Oh god oh god oh godohgod. They'd been found.

Before he could react, the door burst open, and Andrey’s men flooded the room. Damian leaped to his feet, but it was too late. They were surrounded, the cruel smile on Mikhail’s face as he picked up Noah was the last thing he saw before a bullet to the head sent him spiraling into darkness.

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@electrons2006/ @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees/ @lolrpop(let me know if you want to be added or removed :D)

[redvelvetpdf]

:(((( fr fr. but until then sooo so so many virtual hugs and cookies for u <333333

they should invent a way to hug your online friends who live so so far away

[sinnerruud]

what is she referring to, wrong answers only

[peterstamatin]

ok ill just post it, its the ages of pathologic 2 characters from a document given to voice actors. as close to canon as possible

taya - 6 years old

murky - 8 years old

sticky - 12 years old

notkin, grace, khan - 14 years old

capella - 15 years old

changeling - 16 years old

maria - 23 years old

younger vlad - 24 years old

anna, eva - 25 years old

haruspex - 26 years old

rubin, lara, grief, bachelor - 27 years old

block, aglaya, peter, andrey, mark - 30 years old

katerina - 33 years old

yulia - 35 years old

saburov - 39 years old

aspity - 40 years old

victor - 48 years old

oyun - 50 years old

big vlad - 55 years old

georgiy - 70 years old

[redvelvetpdf]

HELLO??

HELLO IM ALIVE AGAIN

atp coming online once a month is all i can do but HEY ILL TRY REPLYING PROPERLY AGAIN HOW ARE YOU ANDREY

[nofatclips-home]

The Ultimate Film Studies Watchlist:

Pre-1920s 4:52 The Films of the Edison Labs 6:05 The Films of Louis and Auguste Lumiére 6:57 The Big Swallow (1901) 7:56 Le Voyage Dans La Lune (1902) 9:04 The Great Train Robbery (1903) 10:07 Fantasmagorie (1908) 10:56 Suspense (1913) 11:41 The Birth of a Nation (1915) 13:48 Intolerance (1916) 14:56 J'accuse (1919)

The 1920s 15:52 The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) 16:46 The Phantom Carriage (1921) 17:29 Haxan (1922) 18:07 Sherlock Jr. (1924) 18:51 Greed (1924) 19:33 The Last Laugh (1924) 20:25 Battleship Potemkin (1925) 22:25 A Page of Madness (1926) 23:10 Metropolis (1927) 23:51 Napoleon (1927) 25:02 Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927) 25:43 The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928) 26:57 Un Chien Andalou (1929) 27:22 Man with a Movie Camera (1929)

The 1930s 28:50 M (1931) 29:35 Freaks (1932) 30:24 The Testament of Dr. Mabuse (1933) 30:54 Duck Soup (1933) 32:04 L'Atalante (1934) 33:01 Modern Times (1936) 33:36 Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (1937) 35:45 Stagecoach (1939) 36:26 The Rules of the Game (1939) 37:48 Gone with the Wind (1939)

The 1940s 39:18 The Great Dictator (1940) 39:59 Fantasia (1941) 41:20 Citizen Kane (1941) 43:15 To Be or Not To Be (1942) 44:56 Meshes of the Afternoon (1943) 45:49 Casablanca (1943) 46:56 Double Indemnity (1944) 48:18 Ivan the Terrible (1944) 48:51 Beauty and the Beast (1946) 49:50 Paisan (1946) 50:39 Brief Encounter (1946) 51:25 The Bicycle Thieves (1948) 52:43 Children of the Beehive (1948) 53:15 The Red Shoes (1948) 54:17 The Third Man (1949)

The 1950s 55:35 Sunset Blvd. (1950) 56:28 Los Olvidados (1950) 57:26 Rashomon (1951) 58:42 Singin' in the Rain (1952) 59:34 Tokyo Story (1953) 1:00:59 Ugetsu (1954) 1:01:35 Rear Window (1954) 1:02:42 The Night of the Hunter (1955) 1:03:42 Ordet (1955) 1:04:17 Pather Panchali (1955) 1:04:57 Seven Samurai (1956) 1:06:25 The Searchers (1956) 1:07:25 A Man Escaped (1957) 1:08:27 The Cranes are Flying (1957) 1:09:08 Touch of Evil (1957) 1:09:51 Vertigo (1958) 1:11:22 The 400 Blows (1959)

The 1960s 1:12:53 Psycho (1960) 1:13:42 L'Avventura (1961) 1:14:39 Lawrence of Arabia (1962) 1:15:35 La Jetee (1962) 1:16:10 Vivre Sa Vie (1963) 1:17:17 8 1/2 (1963) 1:18:04 It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (1963) 1:18:50 The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964) 1:19:26 Woman in the Dunes (1965) 1:20:01 Persona (1966) 1:21:08 The Battle of Algiers (1966) 1:21:52 Andrei Rublev (1966) 1:22:42 Playtime (1967) 1:23:18 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) 1:24:28 Kes (1969) 1:25:23 Once Upon a Time in the West (1969) 1:26:25 The Color of Pomegranates (1969) 1:27:07 Army of Shadows (1969)

The 1970s 1:28:25 The Conformist (1970) 1:28:53 A Touch of Zen (1971) 1:29:37 The Godfather Part I & II (1972-1974) 1:30:37 Pink Flamingos (1972) 1:31:45 The Spirit of the Beehive (1973) 1:32:39 The Exorcist (1973) 1:33:08 La Maman et la Putain (1973) 1:34:22 Badlands (1973) 1:34:53 The Conversation (1974) 1:35:32 A Woman Under the Influence (1975) 1:36:45 Jeanne Dielman 23 Quai du Commerce 1080 Bruxelle (1975) 1:37:52 Salo or the 120 Days of Sodom (1975) 1:39:05 Nashville (1975) 1:39:40 Jaws (1975) 1:40:47 Barry Lyndon (1975) 1:41:17 Taxi Driver (1976) 1:42:28 Eraserhead (1977) 1:43:37 Stars Wars (1977) 1:44:41 House (1977) 1:45:09 Alien (1979) 1:46:22 Apocalypse Now (1979) 1:47:32 Stalker (1979)

The 1980s 1:48:43 Raging Bull (1980) 1:49:33 The Shining (1980) 1:50:27 Pixote (1980) 1:51:10 Koyaanisqatsi (1982) 1:52:08 Videodrome (1983) 1:52:32 Ran (1985) 1:53:27 Come and See (1985) 1:54:23 Tenshi no Tamago (1985) 1:55:23 A Short Film About Killing (1988) 1:56:20 A City of Sadness (1989) 1:57:24 The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover (1989) 1:58:31 Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989) 1:59:42 Do the Right Thing (1989)

The 1990s 2:00:54 Goodfellas (1990) 2:01:48 Close-Up (1990) 2:02:49 A Brighter Summer Day (1991) 2:03:51 Man Bites Dog (1992) 2:04:42 Hardboiled (1992) 2:05:43 Satantango (1994) 2:07:12 Pulp Fiction (1994) 2:08:28 Clerks (1994) 2:09:34 The Lion King (1994) 2:10:21 La Haine (1995) 2:11:25 Cure (1997) 2:12:00 Festen (1998) 2:12:54 Beau Travail (1998) 2:13:27 Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999) 2:14:22 The Matrix (1999) 2:15:10 American Movie (1999)

[wyattjohnston]

with the posting of the masterlist, the summer fic exchange 2k24 has come to an end! 33 fics written by 31 people. i am eternally grateful that these exchanges are still going strong and that people are having fun with it!

please read all the fics below, even if it's a player you don't normally read for. a lot of work has gone into these fics and they all deserve your time. make sure to reblog and leave comments when you've read it!

please respect all warnings at the beginning of fics. if a fic has been marked as smut or 18+ and you are younger than, do the right thing and do not read it.

i'm still unsure if i'm running a winter exchange or if i'm going to maybe reconsider the timing, but please come back and feel free to ask questions around november/december if i haven't said anything!

the summer fic exchange 2k24 masterlist

Boston Bruins

Jeremy Swayman

Indoor Cat by @nhl-stories for @ bqstqnbruin

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov

i’ve been yours since you stepped through the door tonight by @writingonleaves for @ callsign-denmark

Third Time's the Charm by @typical-simplelove for @ kurlyteuvo

Frederik Andersen

But Baby, It Feels Like Love by @callsign-denmark for @ mp0625

Chicago Hawks

Teuvo Teravainen

I Think I Dreamed You Into Life by @kurlyteuvo for @ lila-rose

Colorado Avalanche

Nathan MacKinnon

hide the sun by @ohmyeyesmyeyes for @ wyattjohnston

Edmonton Oilers

Connor McDavid

i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet by @offside-the-lines for @ hiding-from-reality-56

Leon Draisaitl

… but you're going to by @senditcolton for @ thewintersoldierdisaster

Blue Hair and Pronouns by @hiding-from-reality-56 for @ nhl-stories

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

always attract by @dunnerlars for @ sc0tters

truth or dare by @boqvistsbabe for @ ohmyeyesmyeyes

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

four weddings and a funeral by @thewintersoldierdisaster for @ prettytoxicrevolver

Juraj Slafkovsky

Summer Vacation by @prettytoxicrevolver for @ lam-ila

New Jersey Devils

Dawson Mercer

Baseball and Love by @lam-ila for @ hischier-papaya

Jack Hughes

CHASING YES by @puckology101 for @ tonsypep

Nico Hischier

home is just another word for you by @fallinallincurls for @ puckology101

felt like magic by @laurenairay for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

good luck, babe by @nol-pat for @ fallinallincurls

turbulent by @wyattjohnston for @ dunnerlars

walked in and dream came trued it for ya by @gravestrain for @ nol-pat

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

First Time Feeling by @huuuuughes for @ ahockeywrites

truth or dare by @dunnerlars for @ writingonleaves

Matt Martin

I can't help it if I like it by @laurenairay for @ comphy-and-cozy

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafreniere

Romance in The Hamptons by @lifeofpriya for @ wildrangers

Matt Rempe

MEDICINE by @lila-rose for @ 2 manytabsopen

Pittsburgh Penguins

Anthony Beauvillier

one night standards by @comphy-and-cozy for @ offsidethelines

Tattoos of You by @bqstqnbruin for @ senditcolton

Ryan Graves

The First Time by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ gravestrain

Seattle Kraken

Philipp Grubauer

Pfirsich by @mp0625 for @ huuuuughes

Toronto Maple Leafs

Joseph Woll

sunset by @hischier-papaya for @ lifeofpriya

William Nylander

I Wish You Would by @wildrangers for @ typical-simplelove

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

somehow still stuck on you by @matthewtkachuk for @ boqvistsbabe

walkin' with his head down, i'm the one he's walking to by @tonyspep for @ laurenairay

if the person you wrote for hasn’t read and reblogged your fic, please tell me.

i only tag the person who wrote the fic as there are limited tags.

[all-yn-oween]

OH LORD.

I love this so so much :’) im sorry i get the chance only now to reblog it but this looks amazing!!! <33 I adore them all!!! (Vasily fixing Pyotr’s bowtie is so adorable!!)

This dynamic definitely works >:) expect for Sergei who can’t pick one Slbdldbdkd

and honestly Kazimir without anything makes sense too!

I’m going to make this my new wallpaper, this is it >:) thank you my friend for drawing such cool things !!!

I couldn't help but think about what would come after this

[schnitzelsemmerl]

(this post is best viewed in light mode!!)

My intro post!! 🌈🌈

hallihallo! :3 my name's Cher (Cherilyn if you feel silly) 🍒 or Andrey and you can call me whatever (nicknames, etc. I LOVE NICKNAMES 💗). im 🇦🇹🇧🇦 btw. and can you tell i like schnitzelsemmerl (ohne salat 🥬 ist ein schnitzelsemmerl kein gutes schnitzelsemmerl btw ‼️😒😒 /lh)

fun 🎊 fact: Cherilyn is hella 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 </3

"say "hiya", ezra lamb!" "hiya, ezra lamb"

🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬

I'M ✨️⚠️A MINOR⚠️✨️ and i use any pronouns but if you call me a boy i will kiss you on the fucking mouth :3 my gender is weird but so am i

🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊

this pretty much is a blog about musicals and my interests, but i'm mostly being 🎊silly🎊 and a sigma 🤩😼 with the mutuals™️ on here for now (this post may appear organized (why am i lying it doesnt), but in reality i am a trainwreck :3 ) i'm very online, so yea. talk to me please :33

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

fandom list: musicals (hamilton, rtc, SIX THE MUSICAL MY BELOVED <33 , etc.); hetalia <3; history, especially tudor dynasty and amrev/french revolution (idk if that counts as fandom); лолофд (this is a russian minecraft my friend and online father figure @frownce showed me don't go there it's deadly); the hellaverse/HH/HB, titanic (1997)

list of silly characters i like (idea totally not stolen): peggy schuyler, misha bachinskyi, france/francis bonnefoy, hera (i know she only appears for 20 seconds in one song AJFJFJFJGJF), niffty, moxxie and millie, jane grey, boleyn, towelie (bro he's funny 😭😭), heather mcnamara, karen smith, buffy gilmore and cindy campbell, etc etc

🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

the online family <3

my ao3!!

trust me on this and click :3 (it's ✨️fanart✨️)

Under the cut are just random things :3 🍭🍭

apparently, i am:

THE mother <3™️

George Washington Insanity™️

Peggy Schuyler's husband :3

alpha & sigma male

an honorary 'murican 🇺🇲

president (2024 - forever and ever and ever)

local schnitzelsemmerl but i am not local

Bernd das Brot (real)

Akkordeonspieler /j i don't actually play the squeeze keys 🤭‼️

mentally unstable bbg

emmy's annoying younger gen alpha brother

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taken anons that are taken: 👻🏳️‍⚧️ !!

previous usernames: @iiamly0

@cher-takes-the-l

@spac3agebachelorman

@andreyyayy

so if you know any of those users but cant find the blog anymore, hihihi ! hello !!!! that's me!! hiiiii :3

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a carrd i spent wayyyyy too much time making

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have a nice day!! :D (this is a threat)

PEGGY JUMPSCARE <3

[game-set-canet]

Mira please i need you to tell me more about Rublev, i'm spiraling in a Andrey's loop here

-mery aka carlosheinz

ohhh, I love this! 🥹😍 let’s start with the official part: he is a Russian Tennis player, 26 years old and currently nr. 5 of the world.

Andrey is like the cutest cutie ever (like during his preparation for a match)! like, it’s hard not to love him – even other players on the ATP tour love him. he’s collecting a lot of boyfriends (Grigor Dimitrov, Karen Khachanov - other examples: Andrey and Arthur Fils during Laver Cup this year, ATP Finals last year (but pls also watch the video!)) and other (boy)friends (Daniil Medvedev (they kinda grow up together), Dominic Thiem).

although he has some "anger-issues" but ONLY on court (screaming, swearing, sometimes he even hurts himself with his tennis racket) and he has problems with self-doubt (x - he is serious about his answer), overthinking and being to hard on himself when it comes to tennis. Outside the tennis court he is a very friendly, a bit shy but very funny person and he does random things sometimes. he is a true sweetheart. And his interviews are the BEST. and he did a music video years ago

i'm sorry i'm so bad at this but he is truly one of the best and purest people ❤️ i really love him with all my heart bc he is such a special person ❤️

edit: i f*cked up the first Karen link and i get error messages when i try to change it (don't know if it worked) so here is what i originally wanted to post: Karen and Andrey

[pkochetkov]

el's return to tumblr celly!!

told u i’d be back :)

rules for my blog are on my pinned post! read those before requesting anything!!

who:

— NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE

* indicate my personal favorites

seth jarvis *

andrei svechnikov *

pyotr kochetkov *

sebastian aho

mat barzal

matt rempe *

luke hughes

jack hughes

quinn hughes

sidney crosby

joseph woll

auston matthews

jamie drysdale

trevor zegras

arber xhekaj *

cole caufield

jeremy swayman

juraj slafkovsky *

nico hischier

alex holtz

dawson mercer

conor garland

trent frederic

matt knies

luke evangelista

— FORMULA ONE

* indicate my personal favorites

lando norris

logan sargeant *

max verstappen *

sebastian vettel *

oscar piastri

lance stroll

fernando alonso

franco colapinto *

oliver bearman *

liam lawson

— NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE

* indicates my personal favorites

joe burrow *

andrei iosivas *

josh allen *

joe andreeson

tua tagovailoa

trey hendrickson *

cj stroud

justin herbert *

ladd mcconkey

foster moreau

taysom hill

— TV SHOWS

* indicates my personal favorites

spencer reid *

aaron hotchner

! others can be requested from any category, but that doesn’t mean i’ll write for them !

prompts!

(smuts red, fluffs blue, could be both purple)

1. “make it fit”

2. “i’m too old for you”

3. “look out your window”

4. “too much”

5. “move your hand”

6. “be quiet or they’ll hear you”

7. “m’sorry, i just needed you”

8. “are you gonna touch me or do i need to get him to do it”

9. “give me a few more”

10. “you look so pretty with my name on you”

11. “only good boys/girls get to cum”

12. “i don’t bite… unless you want me to”

13. “wore them just for you” ”you aren’t wearing anything…” “yeah that’s the point”

14. “let’s make a movie”

15. “let them know who you belong to”

16. “your brothers gonna kill me”

17. “help me forget… please”

18. “you’re a virgin?!”

19. “celebrate with me mama”

20. “three's never a crowd when it's you”

21. “just need you”

22. “need to fill you up”

23. “gonna look so pretty with my babies”

24. “i’m more of a visual learner”

25. best friends brother trope, can’t think of a quote

26. “you taste so sweet”

27. “just like that”

28. “doing so good for me”

29. “you make me feel good”

30. “i only want you”

31. “you were made for me”

32. ”i love you”

33. “marry me”

34. “i’m pregnant”

35. “will you be mine?”

36. “you’re what’s best for me”

37. “i never stopped loving you”

38. “i’ll go anywhere, as long as i’m with you”

39. “kiss me”

40. “i’ve wanted you since the first day”

41. “dance with me”

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Hii hope you are well! I love your web weaves and I realise this might be difficult but I was hoping if you could do one on the topic of how people put on masks to interact with society, but soon their masks become them and they have trouble figuring out how much of the mask is 'them' and how much of it is fake( the mask). Sort of an identity crisis?

Thank you so much!!

thank you so much <33 i hope you're doing well too !!

Marya Hornbacher Waiting: A Nonbeliever's Higher Power / Solaris (1972) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky / Miranda July It Chooses You / Black Swan (2010) dir. Darren Aronofsky / Rainer Maria Rilke Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

[unforgivenn]

i drug, kidnap, and throw Andrey in my basement. I tell him he deserves it then proceed to cut him up with my knife and then rub salt in his wounds. I then cut off two of his fingers and stab the others fingers. I leave him in a freezing room with no blanket or any sort of comfort.

Noone has the pass to hurt Noah baby like that.

This was... so much fun to write... I should write more of whumpee andrey.. Thanks for breaking my writer's block anon <33

REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD; WHUMPEE ANDREY AU

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY MASTERLIST

CW: GOREE, torture, emotional and psychological abuse, Whumper turned whumpee, reader is whumper, I think its pretty obvious of what the Cw's are from the ask :)

Andrey awoke to darkness. His head throbbed, a dull, pounding pain that seemed to echo through his entire body. He tried to move, but his limbs were bound, heavy chains biting into his wrists and ankles. Panic surged through him as he realized he was in an unfamiliar place, the cold stone floor beneath him sending chills through his bones. The last thing he remembered was being snatched and thrown into this basement. How that happened, he had no idea.

"What the hell?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and weak.

A light flickered on, blinding him momentarily. When his vision cleared, he saw a figure standing before him, a cruel smile on their lips. The basement was dimly lit, the walls lined with sinister-looking tools and instruments.

"Who the fuck are you?" Andrey demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

"I know exactly who you are, Andrey," you replied, your voice dripping with malice. "And I know what you've done."

Andrey's heart skipped a beat. He had made many enemies over the years, his cruel treatment of those beneath him earning him more hatred than he cared to admit. But this... this was different. This was personal.

You stepped closer, revealing a gleaming knife in your hand. "You deserve everything that's coming to you," you said, your eyes burning with a sadistic light. "And more."

"Oh you will regret this, when I execute you. If you know what's good for you, let me go, and I will let you live."

"You speak like you're not scared when I can clearly see the fear coming from you. It's not common isn't it?" You spoke, kneeling beside him and tilting your head.

"What?"

"Well it's not everyday that an heir to a country gets captured is it?"

Andrey's eyes narrowed, his pride and arrogance flaring up even in his vulnerable state.

You don't know who you're dealing with," he spat, though his voice wavered. "My family will find you. They'll make you pay for this."

You laughed, a chilling sound that echoed off the basement walls. "Oh, I'm counting on it. But not before I make you suffer for what you did to Noah."

Andrey's eyes widened. Noah. That pathetic wretch. "Noah? You're doing this for him?" He couldn't help but scoff. "He's nothing. Just a tool. A weak, sniveling—"

A sharp slap cut off his words, the sting burning across his cheek. Your face twisted with rage. "You don't get to talk about him like that. Not anymore."

Andrey's mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. He glared defiantly, his pride refusing to yield. "Do your worst," he hissed. "I won't break."

Your smile was a chilling promise. "Oh, I intend to."

Andrey's heart skipped a beat as you held the knife closer to him, but he forced himself to remain still, to show no fear.

"You deserve this," You whispered pressing the blade to Andrey's skin, drawing a thin line of blood. Andrey clenched his teeth, refusing to cry out. The knife dug deeper, slicing through flesh with agonizing slowness.

Andrey's thoughts were a whirlwind of pain and defiance. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction. He wouldn't scream. He was better than this, stronger. But the pain was relentless, the knife carving cruel patterns into his skin.

"You think you're so strong," You taunted, your breath hot against his ear. "But even you have limits."

Andrey's vision blurred with tears he refused to shed. His pride was a fragile shield against the overwhelming agony. Your blade moved with precision, each cut a deliberate act of cruelty. Andrey's body trembled, sweat mingling with blood.

"How does it feel?" You asked, their voice a dark melody.

Andrey's mind screamed with pain, but he forced his lips to stay sealed. He wouldn't give them the pleasure of his suffering. He was a noble, damn it. He was—

A searing pain ripped through his hand, your knife sawing through bone and flesh. Andrey's world exploded in a blinding agony, his resolve shattering. He couldn't stop the scream that tore from his throat, raw and primal.

"That's better," you murmured, your voice filled with twisted satisfaction. You held up Andrey's severed fingers, blood dripping onto the floor. "Even the mighty can fall."

Andrey's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling uncontrollably. Your eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as you held up a jar of salt in front of his face, mocking him.

"No! You can't do that!" It was obvious that Andrey's bravery facade was starting to break, and you couldn't stop grinning ear to ear about it.

The pain was indescribable as you poured the jar of salt across his body, not even giving him a chance to recover, a fiery agony that consumed him. "But that's the thing, Andrey. I can do whatever I want." He screamed again, his pride crumbling under the relentless assault.

"How does it feel?" you taunted, your voice cold and hard. "How does it feel to be the one in pain for once?"

Andrey couldn't answer, his mind consumed by the unbearable torment. He could barely think, barely breathe, his entire existence reduced to a haze of pain and fear.

But you weren't done. You grabbed his hand, holding it down as you brought the knife to his fingers. Andrey's heart raced, terror flooding his veins. "No, no, please," he begged, his voice a desperate whisper. "I'll do anything..."

You ignored him, your eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as you cut through his fingers, one by one. Andrey screamed, the pain a white-hot explosion that left him gasping for breath.

You cut off two of his fingers, the stumps bleeding profusely. Andrey could barely see through the haze of pain, his vision blurred with tears. He sobbed, his body trembling with agony and fear.

You stabbed the remaining fingers, each thrust of the knife sending fresh waves of pain through Andrey's body. He screamed until his voice gave out, the sound a hoarse, broken whisper that echoed through the basement.

Finally, you stepped back, admiring your work with a satisfied smile. Andrey lay on the floor, his body a wreck of pain and blood, his mind a shattered ruin.

"You think you're so powerful," you sneered, your voice filled with contempt. "You think you're untouchable. But look at you now. You're nothing."

You grabbed him by the hair, dragging him across the floor and throwing him into a small, freezing room. Andrey's body ached with every movement, his wounds burning with a relentless agony. He shivered violently, the cold seeping into his bones.

"No blankets, no comfort," you said, your voice echoing through the room. "You can freeze in here. You deserve it."

You slammed the door shut, leaving Andrey alone in the darkness. He lay there, his body trembling with pain and cold, his mind a chaotic jumble of fear and despair.

Noah's face flashed through his mind, the boy's terrified eyes pleading for mercy. Andrey had shown him none, and now he was paying the price. He sobbed, his tears freezing on his cheeks, his body wracked with pain.

In the freezing darkness of the room, Andrey’s breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale sending a fresh wave of cold pain through his chest. His mind swirled in a haze of agony and fear, struggling to grasp the reality of his situation.

As he drifted into unconsciousness, his last thoughts were of Noah, the boy he had tormented and broken. He had thought himself powerful, untouchable, but now he was nothing more than a broken, bleeding wreck, a prisoner of his own cruelty.

He would suffer, alone and forgotten, a prisoner of his own making. And there would be no one to save him.

No one to hear his screams.

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