#c: dmitry

[rknchan]

canon conversation

[possessedbydevils]

Bbc cnp has inspirational music as Rodya gives his murder is ok speech and I've found a way to make it canon

[lansolot]

i like making random dima gifs

[meshimellow]

slowly learning how to draw the lovely character s of crime and punishment

[mikhailrakitin]

rodya and raz compilation

[plutorine]

razumikhin rkgks!! i wanna put him in my pocket

[mohich]

finally main 4

[welldonekhushi]

Razumikhin 🎩

Finally drew beloved Razumikhin! Dostoevsky's ONLY sane character in the novel, and Raskolnikov's golden-retriever-like friend. I love him too, you know?

That "hallway scene" broke me. It definitely did. Poor him though.. but their friendship was everything that I needed from all that sadness contained all over in the novel o(TヘTo)

[anotherfandomtrash]

Redraws of some scenes from 2024 C&P adaptation Original screenshot under the cut

[shutuprosie]

low effort warning lol

[rknchan]

forgot to post this sketch

razumikhin big naturals etc etc etc

[possessedbydevils]

Huge dosto art dump

[lansolot]

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[swan-of-saraswati]

I’m not sure if it’s just me, but there’s a lot of parallels between Walter White and Raskolnikov from Crime and Punishment. Ofc there’s lots of differences but hear me out.

Both of them use strange, twisted, often understandable logics to justify their crimes, but in the end had no other reason to commit them other than to prove themselves as intelligent or special.

They both had god or saviour complexes, but their insecurities and feelings of inferiority were obvious despite it.

They’re both aggressive and demanding, often nitpicking, but easily frightened and prone to paranoia and overthinking.

I could go on about this for days atp. There’s only one major difference that separates the two; Raskolnikov looks for salvation, while Walter looks for excuses.

[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 16)

It's election day. I'm terrified. My mom never votes and she just voted so that about tells you how bad shit is at home

Anyway have an extra long fic

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Hello, Hubert

As you can see, I have taken your precious little injured civilian. In exchange for his safe return, I demand that you turn over my prisoner immediately. I will give you a 24 hour grace period to deliver Henry to me. After that, every hour I have to wait will be another body part your precious ‘Dave’ loses. Understand that this is not a negotiation. I will not be taking no for an answer now, Hubert.

You know where to find me.

-Dmitri Petrov

Henry remembered every word of that letter. He remembered how Rupert insisted on finding and killing Dmitri himself, how Galeforce had made the tough decision to force him to stay out of this one. He remembered how guilty he felt. How guilty he still felt. It was his fault that Petrov had Dave now, even if no one else wanted to hear that.

He remembered insisting he should be the one to save him. He remembered Charles insisting that if he did go, he wasn’t going alone. He remembered the entire squad deciding to come with, and how they loaded up two helicopters to get ready. He remembered Rupert handing him his M16, insisting that if they killed Dmitri with anything, it should at least be his gun. He remembered those last words Rupert said to him before they left.

“I don’t like owing people shit, Stickmin, but if you bring Dave back, I will owe you big time… so please… just bring him back safely…”

That was the second time he’d seen Rupert cry.

But this time, he’d make sure it’d be the last.

That brought him to where he was now; sitting in Charles’s copter, watching out the window as darkness and snow were the only things to be seen for miles. He never imagined he’d see this place again, much less go back there willingly, but he had to. This was his fault, he had to make it right.

Eventually, the helicopters landed on an outcropping on a mountain, a few miles away from the Wall. As Henry stepped out, he took in the sight of his old prison, looking so small and inconspicuous with the lower levels hidden underground. He remembered the very few hours he spent here before calling for help.

He remembered his escape.

His betrayal.

No, focus on Dave. That’s the objective now, he reminded himself.

“Alright, I can patch into one of the cameras, but if I try to get into any more, Dmitri will know something’s up. Let’s see if we can figure out where he’s holding Dave,” Eel announced from where he sat in Quentin’s helicopter.

“Dmitri is nothing if not an organized prick. He wouldn’t hold a hostage where he holds the prisoners, nor in his office, and I doubt he wants to alert the guards to the fact that he kidnapped someone…” Andrew mumbled in thought.

“On top of the main building. That’s new, it wasn’t here when I was,” Henry pointed to a small building on top of the prison, new and cleaner than the rest. “It looks like a newer building. Do you think he might have set it up specifically for Dave?”

“It looks like there’s an unnamed camera here, so let’s see,” Eel decided, shortly before the feed appeared on his screen. Inside of the building was a mess; it seemed to be disguised as a storage facility, with an overturned table and a couple of filing cabinets. There were two doors; one led outside, one that probably led to a stairwell farther down. In the center, Dmitri was towering over Dave, who was bound in a chair, gagged, but still looking up at him like he could overtake the warden at any time. If it wasn’t so worrying, Henry would have been proud of his apparent confidence. In the corner, Grigori seemed to be standing guard, as if making absolutely sure Dave didn’t move.

“Alright, good, now we need to figure out a safe way to get down there. Henry, can you go scout ahead, make sure we can get in close enough for a safe landing?” he asked, and as Henry nodded and prepared to take off on his own, he felt Charles grab his arm. He looked at the pilot, their eyes meeting.

“Be careful,” was all he said, and Henry nodded, before launching and flying closer. He got about a mile away from the prison before he could see trouble.

“Problem; there’s guards all over the place, and a lot of them seem to have RPG launchers. We’re gonna have an issue bringing any choppers in with those guys around,” he said into the radio in his chest, and after a few seconds, Eel answered.

“See what you can do on your own, if you come up with a plan, tell us immediately.”

Henry took a deep breath and focused on his arm, seeing if he had anything to take enemies out quickly but quietly. It shifted into a dart gun, with a small screen displaying the number 5, which Henry could only guess was how many shots he had.

He quickly reassessed the situation and a plan formed in his mind, so he relayed it to the others.

“I’ve got a dart gun with five shots. Five of these guys have the RPG launchers, but the last one has a rifle. Madd, if I hit the heavy fire guys, can you get the rifleman by the door?”

“Affirmative,” the sniper replied.

“Alright, I’ll count it down for you… Five.”

He fired a dart with a small thwump, and down went one of the guards.

“Four…”

Thwump

Another guard down.

“Three…”

Thwump

Three down. That was the roof cleared.

“Two…”

Thwump

There went the one on the stairs.

“One!”

Thwump

One door guard went down, followed by the second almost instantly.

“Nice work, Madd. Looks like the guards won’t be an issue anymore.”

“Great news, Henry, now come back so we can move along with the plan,” Eel told him, and for a moment, Henry was going to. But then he remembered.

He was so close. This was his fault. This was his battle. He had to fight it.

“Change of plans, I’m heading in.”

“What?! No, Henry, you can’t!” he heard Charles’s alarmed reply over his radio.

“This is my fault, I have to be the one to make it right. I’m going to take down Dmitri and get Dave myself.”

“Henry, as much as we all love a hero, this is a really bad time. If you’re going to try to take down Petrov, then we’re coming with you,” Eel insisted, and Henry groaned.

“Fine, then let’s do this; I’ll go in and distract Dmitri and Grigori. Quentin, we’ll need you to fly Charles, the Bukowskis and Madd into position. When they’re safely on the roof, send a sound signal over my radio. When I give the signal, Charles, Konrad, Calvin and Madd will rush in and open fire. I’ll focus on getting Dave to safety. With any luck we kill Dmitri and Grigori, but we mainly just need suppressing fire so they’re too distracted to try to recapture me or Dave. The rest of you can hold everything down on the clearing, set up to transport Dave back home. That sound good to you guys?”

After a few beats of silence, Charles’s voice came back over the radio.

“Quentin wants to know why he has to be the getaway pilot instead of me.”

Henry groaned.

“Because, Charles, you’re supposed to be my personal bodyguard. And well, because I want you in the action with me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. We’ll get ready and head on over. Don’t get killed, okay?”

“Roger that.”

With that, Henry flew in closer to the prison, landing carefully on the roof. As he strided to the new structure’s door, his gaze was drawn to the bodies of the guards, and he felt the guilt inside of him grow. More lives lost for his gain. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to keep doing this…

With a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped in, letting it slam shut behind him. Dmitri turned almost immediately, a smug smile on his face.

“Ah, Henry, long time no see,” he greeted with feigned hospitality, “Tell me, how has life been on the outside?”

“Pretty rough, thanks to the augmentations I had to get after what happened at your prison,” he growled, earning little more than an annoyed look.

“You mean the injuries you sustained while escaping my prison. But at least you made Grigori’s job easier; now he knows what actually went down on the airship that day. Maiming the leader’s husband and then taking over, I had no idea you were so ruthless!” the warden sneered.

“Yes, I maimed him, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about what I did to that man. I feel like a piece of shit, are you happy now?”

“Oh, Henry,” Petrov chuckled, “You know I will not be happy until you are in a cell, where you belong. Now, come with me, perhaps we can negotiate for you to have a nice view of the ocean.”

“Release Dave first,” Henry demanded, crossing his arms, moments before his chestplate beeped.

They’re ready.

“Now, why would I do that?” Dmitri asked, crossing his arms right back.

“Because you’re a man of your word, right? Release Dave, a civilian who’s done absolutely nothing, and you get me, the convict you’re after. Fair?”

“Hm… Alright. Grigori, release the hostage,” he ordered the other man, who nodded and began cutting the ropes that held Dave down. As soon as he was unbound, he hobbled into Henry’s arms, holding onto him for support.

“Henry! I knew someone would come! I knew it would be different this time! Why are you alone? Where’s Rupert? Is Charles here, too?” the man questioned, his eyes darting between Henry and the door.

“Everything’s fine, just listen very closely. When I say ‘Now’, let me pull you down, okay?” he whispered to the other, and he nodded, though he was clearly confused.

“Well, Henry, anything you’d like to say as a free man, while you still can?” Dmitri questioned with a smirk, and Henry took a deep breath.

“Just one word, Dmitri…”

“Spit it out then, I’m anxious to get you into a cell.”

Henry was silent for a single moment, before yelling out.

“NOW!”

He pulled Dave down with him as the door flew open, Charles leading the way as he opened fire on the two men inside. He managed to get him behind the table, hearing bullets hit it for a few moments before it sounded relatively safe. He managed to peer up, seeing that Charles, Calvin and Konrad had spread out on one wall behind a filing cabinet, Dmitri and Grigori huddled up behind the other, both groups firing at one another. Madd managed to slip down to where Henry and Dave were, grabbing the injured civilian and pulling him out the door as fast as he could.

Dmitri suddenly darted for the door to the stairwell, drawing Charles’s fire, which gave Grigori an opening.

“FUCK, MY HAND!” the pilot shouted as Grigori managed to nail his hand, dropping Rupert’s M16 and pulling a pistol from a holster on his hip, firing back at the man and hitting his leg.

“SHIT!!” the man shouted as he fell to the ground, trying to get to the door before his boss slammed it.

“Your sacrifice won’t be forgotten!” Dmitri promised before he disappeared behind the window, leaving his second-in-command to the mercy of the soldiers. As the Bukowski twins fled out the door, Henry saw Charles approaching him, pistol tight in his grip. He saw the fear in Grigori’s eyes as though he was watching the Reaper itself draw closer.

“Charles! We got what we came for, let’s go!” Henry tried to tell him, but the pilot didn’t respond, raising his gun to the grunt’s forehead.

“CHARLES! NO MORE!” Henry shouted, and finally the pilot conceded, lowering his weapon.

“Tell your boss to stay the hell away from Henry…” Charles growled before running back out, holstering his weapon and grabbing onto the ladder Quentin had lowered. Henry took off with his own wings, and together they flew back to the outcropping, where Mac, Phlex, Eel and Andrew were waiting for them.

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“RUPERT!”

“DAVE!”

As soon as the pair of helicopters landed, Rupert was the first to rush up to them, pulling Dave into his arms and holding him close. As Henry stepped out, he watched them with a smile, before walking over.

“Sorry, we, uh, kinda lost your gun during the whole…” he didn’t want to mention the shootout, worried he’d just upset Rupert. “Incident.”

“Stickmin, you could’ve lost a whole bomber jet, it’d still be worth it as long as I got Dave back…” the lieutenant assured him, his head still on Dave’s shoulder as he lifted the man, preparing to carry him back to medical.

Henry chuckled quietly, “If you’re so sure. Me and Charles are gonna head down to medical with you guys. I might need a more thorough checkup after that, and Charles got injured while we were rescuing him. Wanna walk together?”

“Fine by me, c’mon. I wanna get him back to comfort as soon as possible,” the ravenette told them as he began walking, and Charles and Henry followed after him, chatting along the way about how Henry and Charles were suddenly together, even making plans for a double date.

As they arrived, Henry warned Charles not to be too loud about the details of what happened, in case Rupert got upset about the risk Dave had been exposed to. The pilot nodded as he sat on a free cot, one of the nurses coming up to examine his injured hand.

After what felt like hours of boredom, the pair were cleared to leave, and met back up with the others at the bonfire. 

“How’s the hand, Charlie?” Andrew asked as they sat, motioning to the pilot’s hand.

“It’ll be fine. Turns out he only grazed it, so I guess I overreacted…” he admitted. “But in my defense, I didn’t have enough time to check the damage. And, well, I was also very angry. But, I do admit, I don’t have an excuse for losing Rupert’s gun, so that kinda sucks, y’know.”

Beside him, Konrad groaned. “I’m surprised we didn’t get hit, considering we mag-dumped a couple of M16’s and hit nothing but concrete,” he grumbled, head in hands. “Fucking hangover, man…”

“Don’t blame your bad aim on the hangover,” Madd scolded them, “Blame it on cutting your own target practice short the moment you two hear that Henry can do something new and cool.”

The twins were silent for a moment before Calvin spoke up.

“Okay first of all, fuck you, and second, you say that like you fired a single shot in that room. And don’t say you sniped the dude by the door, okay? He wasn’t in the room, it wasn’t close-quarters combat, it doesn’t fucking count.”

“Bitch, I got Dave out of there, meanwhile you wasted bullets trying to shoot two fucken idiots!”

“Hey, Petrov might be a lot of things, but he’s not an idiot, okay? He’s smart, he’s sneaky, and I just wanted to shoot the dude that made me go out while I had a massive fucking migraine, okay?!”

“Then shoot Henry, it was his fucking idea!”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT-” Charles butt in, tensing up as though ready to leap on either of them.

“I’m not, I’m not, and it was Dmitri’s fault! His stupid grudge, his stupid prison, his stupid hostage situation, his fucking fault, got it?!” Calvin counted out on his fingers as he yelled.

“Oh my god, would everyone just chill the fuck out!” Andrew finally cut in, covering his face with a groan as silence fell on the group. “Look. We’re tired, we’re in pain, it’s late, we’ve been gone for god knows how long, let’s just all go to bed, okay? God, you people are professionals at screaming, I swear…”

With a sigh, Quentin spoke up.

“He’s right. We’re all tired and agitated, so let’s just go to bed. We can worry about everything else in the morning. I’ll handle the fire. Goodnight, guys.”

And with that, the others all stood and headed off to their tents. As Henry and Charles entered theirs, the pilot spoke up.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m not the one who got shot,” Henry replied with a tired chuckle, but his facade quickly faded. “Do… Do you think this was my fault, too? Like Madd does?”

“What? No, of course not. It’s Petrov’s fault for being a petty jerk who managed to bribe someone into revealing where you are,” Charles assured him, taking Henry’s hands in his and sitting with him on one of the cots.

“Are you sure…? It’s just… A lot of stuff happened today that wouldn’t have happened if you’d just left me in the jungle, y’know? Dave got kidnapped again, everyone’s tired and angry, you’re hurt, six probably innocent guys died… I feel like I’m bringing more destruction than I’m worth…”

“That stuff also wouldn’t have happened if Petrov wasn’t a petty asshole,” Charles offered, earning a small chuckle from Henry.

“I guess… still, I feel like I’m hurting more people than I’m helping…”

“Well… sometimes that’s just how things have to be. Fighting for our own freedom comes with a lot of costs, and we have to live with those… and sometimes, it feels like you don’t want to be free if you have to keep hurting people to get it… I’ve lived that truth for a long time… But you have to remember that if people don’t want you to be free, and you can’t negotiate with them, then the best-case scenario is going to end with someone hurt. And we can’t change that, because sometimes people are shitty. In a perfect world, none of this would ever have to happen, but that world doesn’t exist, so we keep fighting. And I’ll keep fighting along with you. You got that?” he finally asked, pressing his forehead to Henry’s.

For a few moments, Henry wanted to argue. He wanted to say that his freedom wasn’t worth it. He wanted to argue that for everything he’s done, he deserved detainment. But being close with Charles like this, it just made him glad he was free to be there with him.

“Yeah, I got it…” he finally relented with a smile. He let Charles kiss him softly, relaxing into him before he pulled away.

“Good. Now let’s get to bed, okay? We’ve done enough thinking for today,” the pilot suggested, and Henry nodded, snuggling up with him underneath the thin blanket as they laid together. Finally able to relax.

[mikhailrakitin]

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