#i. dmitry sudayev

[sachingja]

take off my clothes for you, like a ballet girl? is that all you want of me? (kath for dima!)

the night has fallen quiet around them, drenching the world outside the mansion's window in shades of midnight blue and mist, and the inside of this room in a hazy glow, all amber and yellow-gold. for someone who has only ever lied his way into these places, deception wrapped around his fingers like rings and threads of yarn, a spider in the center of his nest — this feels remarkably different. for starters, dmitry had to barely play any pretend to make his way here; katherine invited him, a clever girl with a knife-like heart and an affection for risks. like a vampire, he has been beckoned over the doorstep and has made his way through wide hallways into grand rooms, one bigger than the next, with more wealth displayed than dmitry has ever seen outside of the historical palaces of his hometown, or that of paris.

now, he is leaning against the thick, rich tapestry of the wall of this drawing room, his dark eyes on her ever-moving form. never looking away, as if he might miss any second of her if he'd do as much as blink. it is sickening, to desire someone so much that they might shift and shake the foundation of your being. doesn't he know all about that?

he takes a sip of his — whatever is in his glass, something warm and spicy, alcohol, though he does not need any more heat poured into his chest. she's enough to get him more than halfway towards intoxication. " not all, no, i wouldn't say that, " he muses and allows the lazy decadence of want curl his lips upwards. katherine is as beautiful as ever but the air of something forbidden surrounding her has dmitry on the edge. oh, if her father would know all about the delinquent young man she has brought into his house. " i certainly want more than just that, but it wouldn't be such a terrible start. don't you think, miss pulitzer? "

with the soft, slow steps of a lover, he moves towards her — his fingertips reach her waist before he can feel the heat of her body, a gentle touch, that of a gentleman. he wants, but he never wants to displease or anger her. they are far too alike for that.

her skin is soft where his cheek touches her neck & the brush of his lips follow in the whisper of a kiss. " allow me the honor? "

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[winterstarfall]

do you ever read the anastasia broadway script and just want to die

[wylansvanhendriks]

musical!dmitry isn’t as good as his movie counterpart to YOU. i get him though.

[izloveshorses]

I saw a post complaining about musical Dimitri so I want to know what is your favourite things about him in the musical?

sigh... musical dmitry... giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair thinking about him. i'm always daydreaming about him. if you saw me on the street irl i almost guarantee you'd catch me lost in some variation of musical dmitry thoughts.

there are so many things i could say here, anon. his redemption arc™ from a selfish liar to the most noble and self-sacrificing slavic sadboy i've ever seen? his angsty daddy issues backstory? his bewitching silly goose ways? how he lets One Woman completely change the trajectory of his life? how he falls into an emotional spiral about it? the way he Knows Who He Is and is very self assured in his identity, and helps anya do the same? how his identity is so intertwined with his home? his role as a Storyteller™? etc????

but for this ask today i'm going to focus on how gentle he is. i don't think gentleness is something that comes very easy to this dmitry. he lost his father at a young age, as we know. he was alone on the streets and had to fight to stay alive. he cons people for a living. by the time we meet him he's very cynical about the world and doesn't really trust anyone, other than vlad. mostly he just relies on himself and can't really count on anyone else. when he meets anya, a cryptic girl who is a bit off but in need of help, his first response is to scoff and send her away, since unstable people are too risky to deal with. he's capable of being charming, but he uses this skill to get what he wants.

a lesser character with an identical backstory would be gruff and unfeeling, but... this dmitry isn't. in spite of it all, he's so hopeful, though he buries it deep. his most treasured story is about a girl he met at a parade. he is known as the 'prince of petersburg,' has a relationship with everyone on the streets. in the hartford production he calls an older woman in the ensemble 'little mother.' he rescues vlad, a complete stranger, from a firing squad. and though he turns her down at first, he agrees to get anya to paris. he protects what's his own.

you can tell it takes him a while to learn gentleness. whether it's physical or verbal, especially around anya, he is still always on the defensive for a while. fight first, think later. she's really jumpy and skittish but he doesn't start changing his behavior until they fight the ruffians together. he flags all of his movements around her, making sure she knows his intentions first. he talks about his father. he gives her a music box because he thinks it'll make her smile. because she 'earned it.' when she's crying after a nightmare he tells her a sweet, simple story from his childhood.

the train scene is the best example of this shift-- when she cowers after the gunshot goes off, he is completely lost about what to do. 'calm her down,' vlad tells him, but how is he supposed to do that? she's sobbing into his shoulder and he's frozen, panicking, because what is he supposed to do here??? but he shushes her and holds her anyway. he does his best. and it works. in such a tense situation where they very well could be shot next he is so so gentle and patient with her. and by the time we reach iacot in paris, he knows exactly how to comfort her. he learned how to hold her gently and speak in a soft voice. how softness can ground someone in need.

to summarize: musical dmitry is... really soft? and softness/gentleness isn't really something you see in the conman archetype very often. he is so special.

[midnight-drip]

Paris holds the key!! (to their hearts)

[vampyrekatwrites]

From the time Anya blamed herself for Dmitry’s lies to the time she knew better.

[fireworkss-exe]

musical characters that should be played by women at some point

ponyboy curtis

christian (moulin rouge)

crutchie (yes I know crutchies been played by women in local and school shows but I want an official production with her)

orpheus

davey jacobs

jay gatsby

hades

clyde barrow

jason dean

pierre bezukhov

billy flynn

emmett forrest

seymour krelborn

jean valjean

marius pontmercy

inspector javert

the emcee

tony (west side story)

dmitry sudayev

gleb vaganov

che (evita)

erik (phantom of the opera)

raoul (phantom of the opera)

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

MY FAVOURITE OPENING LINES OF STORIES/SNIPPETS I'VE WRITTEN/ AM WRITING

I still remember the day my mother died. I was barely a child, the age when you first begin to develop memories. (As Blood is Spilt on Snow)

Winter ran through the streets of St. Petersburg, his icy touch leaving curling artworks of frost as he trailed his icy fingers across the gromy walls. (Matryoshka Doll)

Vincas Alekna didn't hate many things. In his mind, hate was a strong word, but there was one thing that warranted that word and it was war. And th Soviet Union. And Adolf Hitler. So really, he hated three things. (Boarding the General Black)

The most memorable birthday present Tintin had ever received was Nazis marching through Belgium. (The Boy With the Red Lantern)

The last place DmitribSudayev wanted to be was in the city covered with his wanted posters, but seeing as he had spent his whole life there he wasn't expecting anything else. After all, he had escaped conscription for a civil war, abandoned and spoken out against the Bolshevik movement, saved a count from a firing squad, evaded arrest on multiple occasions, dedicated his whole life to cons and plans to leave the country and caused a whole lot of grief for the Cheka and Bolsheviks, but that was all in a day's work of a Sudayev. At least Dmitri thought so. He was, after all, the only Sudayev left, so he had no clue. (The Key to Her Heart)

Peter lay starfished across the bed, glaring at the ceiling. He did not want to go to this new fancy-shmancy school, with its fancy-shmancy uniforms and fancy-shmancy classrooms and fancy-shmancy people. Nuh-uh, no way. Never in a bajillion years. (New Kid)

That is all, thank you.

[ao3feed-anastasia]

Dans Sa Love Story

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4jhuCgP by Forever_eternally_j4ne_d0e ❝ ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓌 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝓇ℴ𝓌𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝐼'𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. ❞ what happens when unlikely star-crossed lovers reunite? Words: 584, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Anastasia (1997) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen, Other Characters: Dimitri | Dmitry (Anastasia 1997 & Broadway), Anya | Anastasia Romanov (Anastasia 1997 & Broadway), Vlad Popov, Lily Malevsky-Malevitch, Dowager Empress (Anastasia 1997 & Broadway), Gleb Vaganov, Gorlinsky (Anastasia Broadway) Relationships: Anya | Anastasia Romanov/Gleb Vaganov, Dimitri | Dmitry/Anya | Anastasia Romanov (Anastasia 1997 & Broadway), Dimitri | Dmitry & Anya | Anastasia Romanov (Anastasia 1997 & Broadway), Dimitri | Dmitry & Vlad Popov, Vlad Popov & Anya | Anastasia Romanov Additional Tags: Dmitry Sudayev-centric, with the occasional other perspective, third person because first person writing is difficult, Love at First Sight, Cliche, Anastasia (2016), song - In a Crowd of Thousands, Memory Loss, Unconditional Love, Fated Lovers, Nightmares, Flashbacks, Large Time Jumps, Childhood Lovers, childhood crush, royal/peasant, True Love, Fluff, maybe hurt/comfort, Maybe angst, Amnesia, Headaches, breakdowns, death of a family member, Orphans lmao, Grief, reunited, 1920's russia, 1920's, early 1900s, time-period typical classism, pukka (anastasia (1997)), anastasia | anya has a dog, gleb and dmitry beef, Love Triangle, unrequited glebnya | glebya, dmitrya, anya | anastasia has always had a fear of the bolsheviks, one sided Gleb Vaganov/Anya | Anastasia Romanov, together in paris necklace, i will throw in lyrics, dmitry is a coward for not kissing Anya | Anastasia, alternate ending: happily ever after, Self destructive thoughts, any information on the culture is from google, i wrote this instead of doing my schoolwork, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Once Upon A December, but it's a daydream and she has the yellow dress because it's iconic, the french language, tw france (paris), anya has an emotional attachment to le pont alexandre III, help me, Im basically just writing how i feel like the musical shouldve gone, Because we were robbed, Existential Crises, anya is mentally ill, dmitry is not a good boyfriend, im writing this instead of doing a maths project, no beta we die like rasputin read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4jhuCgP

[noblehcart]

Dmitry: You guys having breakfast? Gleb: Yes, we're having breakfast. It's a crazy ritual I'm actually fond of. Wanna know why? Dmitry: 'Cause you get a free toy? Gleb: Breakfast doesn't involve you. You see, every morning, I sit at my dining room table with my lovely wife and my delicious cereal and no thoughts of Dmitry Sudayev. Dmitry: It says it has a free sheriff's badge. Did you get it already? Gleb:(Sigh) Liesel, do something. Liesel: Do you want a bowl with that cereal, Dmitry? Dmitry: Thank you. (Glares at Gleb) Manners. Gleb: That is not what I had in mind.

[pureanonofficial]

ANASTASIA AT MALMÖ OPERA

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

they are THE bi4bi m/f couple of my heart 😩🥺

[wylansvanhendriks]

and when will we as a society start fancasting ruby cruz as dmitry

[izloveshorses]

when you think about it dmitry’s meanness when he first meets anya is so funny. he’s like laughing at her for being a poor street sweeper with no money or prospects or family and i’m like. sir u are squatting in the basement of an abandoned palace and can’t afford to eat or share food. you probably don’t pay taxes. you don’t even have a real job. girl what were YOU doing at the devil’s sacrament bread line/soup kitchen 👀

[midnight-drip]

no thoughts

just young Dmitry in my math workbook :))