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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 3 years ago

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Yandere halloween ask yandere mad scientist! Bruno uses mind control chip to get darling to be the perfect spouse?

This ask right here made my mouth froth, I love Stepford wives so this ask just rolled along perfectly. Anyway enjoy!

This love

(Yandere mad scientist Bruno X female reader)

You had always thought so highly of Dr Buccirati, you were his apprentice after all but there were times that you thought he just went a little too far with his work and this was one of them.

As he explained to you about how he made a chip that could modify an animal's behaviour. How the chip was planted in the rat's brain that you were holding.

"See (Y/n), look at how tame she is now" he said as he petted the poor creature's head.

"What do you intend to do with what you have learnt?" You asked with anger in your words.

"I intend to have the chip used to help with the conservation of the many animals that are close to being extinct. The animals will have the procedure and be put into captivity, they'll have no more issues with stress or aggressive behaviours which allows for them to be safely cared for and less risk during the reproduction cycle" he explained.

"So what you are saying is that you're going to be suppressing their natural survival instincts so they become domesticated?" You asked with a bitter taste on your tongue.

"That's exactly it, they'll have a safe place to repopulate and have nothing to worry about" he answered as he expressed his delight but it only made you grit your teeth in anger.

"I'm disgusted by what you are doing! You're essentially performing a lobotomy on these poor animals! You're playing god and taking away the emotions of a living creature!" You yelled at him.

"I've helped you work on some crazy things before… but I cross the line here!" You continued as you put the rat down in her cage before folding your arms at Bruno.

"Come on (y/n), you're overreacting… what I'm, no what we are working on is going to change history. So many species will be saved from becoming extinct. we will be two of the greatest scientific minds the world has ever know" he held your shoulder and lightly massaged it as he tried to convince you that there was no wrong in it.

"I don't know why you insist that this is a joint effort but I don't want anything to do with it, if people figure out how it works then it won't be long before this is used on humans… how many corrupt governments do you think would love to have this kind of technology used on their own people?" You rebuttal.

you glared at Bruno as you could see his usually calm demeanor wearing thin. He had his hands gripping his short black locks.

"(Y/n) the truth is that I love you, more than I could love anyone else. I want you to be by my side and I want you to be my equal…" he as his grip on you grew tighter.

"You are so intelligent and so beautiful… I just want you to do your best" he continued.

You pulled away the male with a shocked expression plastered on your face.

"Bruno… I didn't know you felt that way about me but I'm afraid I don't share the same feelings, I just don't think the chemistry is there between us" you told him before you headed to your bedroom.

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You had decided you needed to cut ties from Bruno and finally begin your own work. You don't think anything could keep you working with him now. You began to pack your clothes back into your suitcase.

"(Y/n) are you planning on leaving now?" He asked as he rested himself against the door frame, he seemed to have recollected himself but to you something was off about his almost carefree tone.

"I intend to leave tomorrow" you said as you sat on your bed and folded your clothing.

"Don't you think you're blowing this out of proportion, can't we put the breaks on just talk about this over some tea..." he said as he slowly drew closer to you.

"I understand that you're upset and I didn't make things much better" he continued calmly before violently grabbing your hand causing you to fall back onto the bed before you heard a metallic click. You screamed as you tried to pull your hand back to find it was handcuffed to the head of the bed.

"What the hell?!" You screamed at Bruno who was now on top of you.

"I'm sorry that it had to come to this but I can't let you leave" he said.

"I love you too much to let you go… you're too good for this world" he continued.

You felt your stomach twist horribly and your vocal cords seize up. Your eyes were wide with horror.

"I dealt with my unrequited love for so long, I tried to just to put my feelings aside for you but I feel like if I keep it up any longer I'll explode" he rambled you tried to push him with your free hand but he was quick to hold it down.

🧪🧪🧪

It had been a month since he'd locked you up. You were curled up with your knees to your chest, you could see every little mark he'd ever left on your body, you still felt the sting that each love bite left on your skin. Today was cold and the chain and cuff around your ankle made it worse as you shivered in a silk nightgown.

You flinched as you heard the front door open. You had hoped that maybe that was anyone but Bruno, someone that could free you from this place. You heard a pair of footsteps draw closer, your hope dying as the same pattern tore into your brain… you knew he was home.

"(Y/n) I'm home" his voice was cheerful as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry I was later than usual… I found so many things I thought you'd like" he explained as he walked in with a large bag in his hand before placing it on the bed. You were hesitant to look but his sapphire eyes stared at you in anticipation, making your skin crawl.

You grabbed the bag and the first thing you pulled out was a 50s style white and black polka dotted dress. You looked at Bruno with a forced smile on your face.

"Bruno this is really nice but I've never really been a fan of dresses" you told him. He didn't respond. You pulled out another similar dress before picking out various boxes with golden jewelry till there was one more box inside, however it was rectangular in shape unlike the others. You pulled it out only to gasp in horror as you gazed upon the packaging of a pregnancy test. You looked back at him.

At this point you knew something was wrong, your stomach was telling you.

"What's going on?" You asked him with shakey words.

"I just need you to take it" he responded.

"Why?"

"I need to know whether or not you're pregnant, it's urgent"

"Urgent, what's urgent?!" You yelled at him.

"You're being extremely vague, it's scaring me" you replied, unsure of what was so urgant. You really hoped you weren't, having to live knowing your child was of his blood.

"Just take it please, wouldn't you like to know as well?" He begged.

You had a bad feeling about this but if you knew now then you could try to do something about it if it did come back positive. You let out a defeated sigh as you unboxed the test.

"See you didn't need to make such a big deal about it dear" he said in a light hearted tone as he walked towards the bed and unlocked the shackle on your leg and allowed you to go to the bathroom.

You felt the relief wash over you as you saw the results. It was negative, perhaps you were getting yourself all worked up.

"(Y/n) dearest, what's the results?" Bruno asked from outside the bathroom door. You opened it and showed him, his eyes lit up with joy as he hugged you which was very odd indeed, you assumed he'd had baby fever… if that was the case shouldn't he be disappointed.

You recoiled as you felt a sharp jab on the inner side of your elbow. You saw the now empty syringe in his hand.

"What are you doing?!" You screamed as you stumbled back from his grasp. He looked at the syringe and let out a content hum before his eyes returned to you.

He contemplated on whether he should tell you or not but at this point you couldn't do anything to stop him so there was no point in hiding it.

"I remember back on the night you tried to leave fondly, in hindsight you gave me the most brilliant idea" he explained.

"That whole talk on how my chip could work on humans was really inspiring, so I'm going to do just that… if you won't love me like this, then I can just make you love me" he continued as a smile grew on his lips.

The shock hit you as he explained it all, it horrified you to imagine it. It shook you to the very core. Everything else seemed like a luxury in comparison to losing everything.

"Bruno, please don't do this! I love you so much!" You screamed as you draped your body over him.

"My dear I love you so much… I'll stay with you forever… I'll give you as many children as you want, please oh please don't do this!" You were practically sobbing as you tried to pull on his strings.

"I'll do anything for you, anything at all!" You continued as you felt everything becoming numb, he had you in his hands and he could do anything he wanted to you.

"Please Bruno, we can put this all behind us and start over… you never imprisoned me, you never did those things to me… we can be the happiest couple!" You pleaded to him as your eyelids grow heavy.

"Please… please… I won't be the same person you feel in love with if you do this…" your screams turned into a mutter and as you tried to fight off the deep abyss of unconsciousness you swore you could see a glimpse of your whole life with every slow blink.

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"What you've made is amazing Bruno, you should be proud of your work" the man in front of Bruno complimented his work.

"Thank you sir, to be honest I wouldn't be here showing you this if it wasn't for my wonderful wife" he said as he beamed with joy.

"Oh, your wife must be an amazing woman to help you" the man replied.

"Yes she is. She always gave me the right idea when I was unsure, she'd be here with us right now if it weren't for the upcoming baby. She's just been so ecstatic about it since we found out" he stated as he had his head in his hand. He was over the moon with joy, he couldn't talk to someone without bringing up the fact that he was going to be a father soon.

"Oh congratulations, how long till it's due?" The male congratulated him.

"Oh it's close, we're expecting around October… It's hard to imagine that I'll be a father in two months"

"And how's the lucky lady feeling about this? My wife was pretty worried before our first" he asked.

"Oh she's been great, she's been taking it all in stride. I haven't seen her sick or having any mood swings like what most of us tend to expect" Bruno chuckled as he slumped back into his chair.

"We should probably get back on topic… I should probably explain how these chips work in detail"

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere bruno #bruno x reader #halloween au

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eto-ena · 3 years ago

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Hi! Please do more of Evening Urgant or Improvisation videos.. I love watching them and they are really helpful for my Russian but I can't find them anywhere else online so I hope you translate more. You have an amazing blog keep up the good work!!

Hi! Absolutely! There's a lot of Evening Urgant content on the official Youtube channel (youtube.com/c/urgantshow), but unfortunately none of the videos are subbed. The Improvisation content is a lot trickier, there's almost no public access to the episodes online. I myself had a hard time finding the source, and the videos aren't subbed either. I already have a couple of episodes in my drafts. I'm going to translate them once I'm finished with all of my exams! Thank you for the feedback, it means so, so much!

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lwilddiamonddogl · 6 years ago

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Actions Speak Louder Than Word's

Pairing: analogical (anxiety xlogic)

Description: Virgil is touch-starved and Logan plans on fixing that.

Warnings: Slight angst, nothing bad. Mostly just fluff and cuddling.

If you havent see some of my post involving my sleep schedule, its near to non-existent. If this is shit, which it is, i am so sorry. Please enjoy anyways.

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Logan was pissed. Outraged. Unthinkably vexed. He was Aggravated more at himself then anything else but still distressed to say the least. He was the analytical side for Newton's sake, but somehow he overlooked most of the vital, obvious signs Virgil displayed.

Virgil was touch starved.

Logan should have known Virgil was not receiving enough human contact, that he lacked the love and attention the anxious side needed oh so much. The way he seemed to freeze up like Windows XP whenever he brushed up against one of the other sides accidentally, or the way he looked longingly at Patton whenever he’d engulff someone in one of his famous ‘Patton Hugs.’ Logan thought back to the few times he had seen Anx curl up in a cat like manner, pillow held tightly in his arms acting as his life line while he slept. Logic was going to fix this, no matter how long it took, he would do anything for the anxious boy he held in his heart.

Logan attempted to keep his rage and self hate under control as he searched for Virgil, rushing around the mind palace at a quick pace. This matter was urgant, he mustn't waste a minute of his precious time.

After what seemed like hours, he finally spotted him pushed against the corner of the couch. Eyes closed, earbuds in, and hood up. Logic quietly sat himself a few inches from his familiar, dark friend, close enough to touch if one were to shift their weight slightly.

Before Logan made any moves he took a moment to admire the angelic being next to him. His skin reminiscent to the moon and stars, his lips red as a rose. He could spend hours taking in every detail if it weren't for more pressing matters that needed to be addressed.

Logic kept his movements slow, wishing to help the anxious side instead of scaring him off, He lowered anxiety's hood, causing Virgil to snap open his eyes in confusion and shock. Before he was able to ask what the hell Logan was doing he felt soft, caring hands run there way through his hair and across his scalp. Anxiety practically forgot how to speak, words failing him. A small gasp falling from his lips instead, face turning a deep shade of red. Unexpectedly he leaned into the warm, welcoming touch, tingles running up his spine. Part of his body told him to stay, to enjoy Logan's attention. Yet another part of him told him to flee, hide within the safety of his room. Told him he didn't need nor deserve any form of love, that that was reserved for people like Roman and Patton.

Anxiety was close to fleeing the scene, no matter how badly he wanted to stay and indulge himself in this new found affection. Logan seemed to notice this, however, and slowly intertwined his fingers with Virgil's as a silent beg for him to stay and allow Logic to show him what love is.

This finally broke anxiety.

He flung himself into logans open arms, Keeping himself as close to Logic as he possibly could, the space between each warm body was non-existent. He inhaled the scent of new books and fresh ink that lingered on Logans skin, nuzzling his head into the crook of the logical sides neck.

Logan held anxiety tightly into his chest, refusing to let go of his sarcastically sweet emo, nothing would stand between him and his love. Logic made a silent vow to protect the fragile boy, no matter the risk. He vowed go to hell and back for Anx, to sacrifice anything and everything just for his happiness. Limbs tangled together, a secret dance the two of them shared. It was almost like an instinct, a natural thing the two of them had done million times before, tho it was foreign to both sides.

Logics hands continued to play with the luscious, silky ocean that was the anxious sides hair. Combing through the fading magenta. He cradled anxiety's head with love, a wordless way to say everything would be okay. Anxiety's hand clung to Logans inky black dress shirt, the other still intertwined with Logans.

Logic placed a kiss to the top of Virgil's head, no words were exchanged, only soft, loving touches. They melted into each other, soon falling into a peaceful slumber.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides virgil #sanders sides #sander sides logan #touch starved fanfiction #touch starved virgil #sander sides fanfiction

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magicallygrimmwiccan · 5 years ago

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The Opposite of Love (Indifference) Chapter III: I Never Trusted My Own Eyes

“-il?”

“Vir-”

“-irgil?”

“V-il?”

“Virgil!” Virgil bolted upright, fully awake in half a second at the urgant sound of his name being called.

“What’s wrong?” he gasped, trying to push himself to his feet. He yelped as his legs gave out from under him and he landed on his ass, groaning at the bruises that would surely have formed had he had a blood flow.

“Virgil, are you okay?” Patton’s voice babbled from above him. “We… we were coming to tell you and Logan about the Ice Queen and found you on the floor and Logan gone and there’s a note-”

“What do you mean Logan’s gone?!” Virgil screeched, forcing himself to his feet. “And what kind of note? What about the Ice Queen?”

Patton simply handed over a piece of lined notebook paper, eyes refusing to meet Virgil’s. Anxiety pushing at Virgil’s stomach more than usual, he took the paper with shaking hands and opened it, letting out a sob at the three large, bold words that greeted him.

You failed, Virgil.

“The Ice Queen somehow managed to find out where you two were and got away from us… and she grabbed Logan after knocking you out, we think. They’re probably back at her castle,” Roman softly explained behind him.

“Then why aren’t you there?” Virgil growled, whirling to glare at the human. “Why aren’t you breaking down the doors of her palace and rescuing him?!” His lungs weren’t working like they normally would, but he didn’t focus on that alarming fact. He needed to know why Roman and Patton weren’t saving the love of his life and were instead wasting time with him. That thought startled Virgil. When had Logan stopped being his enemy and started being his love?

“We… we need you to come with… just in case,” Roman stammered, quickly backing up. Virgil stalked after him, backing the adventurer into a wall in his rage.

“No you don’t! You have everything you’d possibly need right now without me! Just admit that you don’t care if Logan dies, because that’s what’s happening right now as you stand here and deal with me instead of going to his rescue!” Virgil screamed, slamming his fist into the wall next to Roman’s head. The teen screamed and Virgil found himself being pulled back by Patton, cold salty tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Virgil, screaming and violence isn’t going to help anyone! Please calm down, we’re going after Logan, but we need you to calm down!”

“You don’t know her like I do she’s going to kill him!” Virgil screeched, twisting wildly in Patton’s hold in an attempt to escape. “She’s going to kill him and I have to save him so let me go!”

“Virgil you can’t help him if you’re having a panic attack!” Patton yelled. “Please just listen to me, sweetie, everything will be okay, but I need you to calm down!”

“I need to save him, I promised nothing bad would happen to him!”

“Patton, maybe I should knock him out again…”

“No, Roman, that’s a horrible idea. Virgil, sweetie, can you relax for two seconds and then I can let you go?”

“I have to save him I promised-”

“Patton I really do think I should probably…”

“Roman, no! Virgil, Virgil I’m going to let you go but I need you to promise me you won’t hurt someone, including yourself.” Virgil let out a shaky nod and Patton let him go before gently grabbing his shoulders. Virgil glanced down to find a soft smile greeting him.

“Hey, let’s sit down, okay?” Virgil let Patton guide him to the floor, limbs still shaking with a force too great for his body to contain. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie. Can you breathe with me?” Virgil forced himself to focus on Patton’s overexaggerated breaths, trying to get his own to match. After far too long, they did, and Virgil pulled Patton and Roman into a tear-filled hug.

“I’m sorry for scaring you guys I was just so scared…” Virgil whispered, throat half closed off. “I just… I want Logan to be okay.”

“He’ll be fine. We’re going after him as soon as you feel up to it,” Patton soothed, rubbing small circles in Virgil’s back. “And no one is mad at you.”

“I’m fine to go after him now,” Virgil insisted, trying to stand. Patton shoved him gently back to the ground, hugging him closer to his chest.

“Give it a minute, Virgil. Logan will be fine if you just take a couple more minutes.”

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Logan was definitely not fine, as he was currently tied to a throne of ice with icy metal chains. He had tried to pull himself free when he first woke up a few hours ago, but after quickly realizing that the chains would not even fracture, he gave up and sat there, waiting to see what the Ice Queen would do.

Turns out, antagonize him. She had walked in around an hour after he had woken and hadn’t left, in the process of making a strange blue concoction and humming annoyingly catchy tunes the entire time while she worked.

“Is your plan to annoy me to death?” Logan drawled, schooling his face into the mask of annoyance typically reserved for Virgil. “Because if so, it’s working.”

“Nope! But I can’t say I care,” the Ice Queen chirped. “You need to lighten up, have a bit of fun! No wonder no one likes you.”

That one actually stings, but Logan refuses to let it show. “It’s almost as if you think I care if people like me. As long as they respect me, I do not care about the rest of their opinions on my person.”

“It’s almost as if you think you can lie to me,” the Ice Queen shot back, a smirk painting her face. “Now, let’s tell the truth, yes? You do care. You care far too much for a good ruler, by the way. And it burns because you know that people hate you but you can’t find it in yourself to at least pretend for their sakes.”

“I hate lying on principle,” Logan snapped. “And so what?”

The Ice Queen smirked and leaned over, her cold breath ghosting over Logan’s face. “So, little one, you clearly have a heart. And people with a heart can be persuaded.” She gave his nose a hard push, sending his head backwards into the throne, before spinning and stalking off, taking her vat of strange blue liquid with her. Logan sighed and went back to figuring out if he could pick the locks on his chains, just as a way to pass the time. He was absolutely certain either Virgil, Roman, or Patton were on their way to rescue him. All he had to do was stall the Ice Queen for long enough.

That was not going to work, as she soon came back in holding a pastry. “Oh Logie, you must be starving. Would you like a delicious turnover?” The blue liquid from earlier was absent from the Ice Queen’s person. It did not take a genius to put two and two together.

“No thank you, I prefer to know I won’t be poisoned when I eat turnovers,” Logan replied, arching an eyebrow. “But you can eat it if you would like.”

“Oh, Logie. That’s so sad to hear. Guess your little boyfriend will be eating this when he gets here.” Logan figuratively froze, staring at the Ice Queen with wide eyes.

“You wouldn’t,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You wouldn’t bring Virgil into this.”

“Of course I would.”

“You… but you basically raised him. You have a history. You wouldn’t kill the person who is sort of your child.”

“And I won’t have to, if you eat this pastry.” The Ice Queen had won, and both she and Logan knew this. Logan clearly cared too much about people; he wouldn’t just let Virgil die if he could stop it.

Logan gulped, all of his instincts screaming at him to not agree with the madwoman in front of him, and forced his mouth to form the words to reply.

“I’ll eat it.” The Ice Queen beamed and walked up the steps to the throne, stopping right in front of him. Her grin felt like staring into the face of death, and Logan forced himself to meet her eyes. If this was the end, he’d prefer to go out without showing her how terrified he was.

“I know you’re scared, sweetheart.” Well, there goes that plan. “Just open your mouth and it will all be over.” Logan slowly opened his mouth, confused. The Ice Queen’s response was to shove the whole pastry in his mouth and hold his mouth closed, also pinching his nose shut in the process. Logan startled and thrashed around a bit on reflex. Fingernails digging into his cheeks reminded him of the situation and he forced himself to chew the turnover and swallow it, bit by bit. As soon as all of the pastry was in his stomach, the Ice Queen released his face.

“There’s a good boy,” she cooed. “It’ll all be over soon.” Logan opened his mouth to ask what she meant, but never got the chance as skeletal hands sprouted from the throne, grabbed his head, and dragged him down into a room of darkness and hellfire, the only sound he was able to make a scream of pure agony and terror.

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“Well, this is it, guys. No turning back now,” Roman announced, staring up at the gleaming spires of ice bouncing all light off of them. There was probably a metaphor in there about the Ice Queen herself, but Roman didn’t have time to worry about that. Right now, his priority was getting Logan out.

“I swear, if either of you wanted to turn back,” Virgil growled, glaring up at the spiky gate in front of him. “Also, when we run into the Ice Queen… she’s mine.”

“Now, kiddo, violence isn’t the answer,” Patton interrupted, trying to soothe Virgil, but the vampire simply brushed him off.

“It is in this case, Patt.” Both Roman and Patton dropped the issue at that point, not willing to fight Virgil any further while he was like this. When he got Logan back, things would most likely be better.

“Okay, so… any plans to get inside?” Patton asked. “I mean, I could squeeze between the bars, but I dunno about you two-”

“Oh, sorry, while you were busy stalling I was scaling the fence,” Virgil called, smirking at Roman and Patton from the other side of the gate. “Now let’s go.” He kicked open the gate before spinning around and beginning to stalk towards the front door of the castle, violet eyes gleaming with malice. Roman and Patton followed, unwilling to get lost and also unwilling to let the unstable king out of their sight.

“Virgie? What are you doing here?” the Ice Queen asked almost as soon as they entered the castle, turning around with a photo frame clutched in her hand. She genuinely looked confused, and Patton almost felt pity for her before remembering what she did.

Virgil and Roman seemed to share his sentiment. Roman drew his sword, glaring, while Virgil cracked his knuckles, an almost evil smirk crossing his face.

“Now then,” Virgil drawled, “shall we duel?”

It was a quick fight. The Ice Queen was normally a force to be reckoned with, but an angry Virgil was not someone to be trifled with and he took her down with ease, his inhuman reflexes and one-track vicious determination leading to a ruthlessly efficient way of taking her down. Virgil had barely even broken a sweat by the end, fangs bared as he loomed over the crumpled form of the Ice Queen. Her crown, somehow, was still atop her head, even after everything, although she certainly looked worse for wear, dress torn in multiple places from Virgil’s knife swings and fangs and hair out of its perfect coil. Despite her clear defeat, however, she was laughing maniacally, even as her face was smushed into the ground by the toe of Virgil’s Converse.

“What’s so funny, Rem?” Virgil hissed, eyes burning. She kept giggling as Virgil began to shake, fists clenched at his sides.

“Just that you fought me for nothing. I’m afraid poor Logie’s too far beyond you right now.”

Patton’s blood chilled and Roman staggered backward at that. Virgil, however, slipped into his icy calm king demeanour and leaned closer to the Ice Queen’s face.

“What did you do?” he softly growled, fangs scant centimetres from her nose. She laughed, ignoring the blood trickling from her nose and lip, to fix Virgil with a crazed stare.

“No one could ever love him, so it seems like the curse of Snow White was a good one, no?”

Roman made a retching sound from behind Patton, and Patton was half-inclined to join him. She had really gone there. There was absolutely no way to save Logan. They had been too late.

“Stop being vague, tell me what you mean!” Virgil screamed, fist reeling back before slamming into the Ice Queen’s nose. “What did you do to my taw'am rowhy, you bitch?!”

Her screeching laughter continued for far too long, even as Virgil pounded away at her, only stopping when Virgil punched her in the chest. She wheezed and fixed him with eyes filled with vindictive glee before slowly whispering the answer.

“Little Logie ate some bad food and is taking a little nap for the rest of forever.” With that, she collapsed back onto the floor, falling unconscious from her wounds. Virgil remained, frozen, clutching her collar between his white-knuckled hands.

“Virgil,” Roman whispered, moving to kneel beside the vampire. “Virgil, let go of her.” He did, the Ice Queen’s body sliding all the way to the floor as his shaking hands reached up to clutch at his hair. Roman gently pried them away, holding them in his own warm hands. “Virgil, it’s not your fault,” Roman whispered.

“But… it is. If I was faster, Logan… Logan!” Virgil bolted to his feet, ripping his hands out of Roman’s. Both Patton and Roman threw their hands up, desperate to calm the vampire before he did anything stupid.

“Logan!” Virgil screamed before taking off down a hallway, his screams echoing off the walls of pure ice, his rapid footsteps fading as he rounded corners, even as his screams did not diminish. Patton and Roman turned to look at each other, each seeing themself reflected in the other’s eyes.

“We should follow him. He’s going to need someone when… when he finds Logan,” Patton choked out. Roman nodded and grabbed Patton’s hand before the two adventurers started the slow, somber march to the location of their lost friend.

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“Logan!” Virgil screamed for what felt like the one millionth time but was in actuality the 23rd time with no response. Logically, Virgil knew, Logan would not answer. Could not answer, the little voice that sounded like Logan whispered in the back of his mind. Not if what Rem had said was true.

Virgil choked back his tears and kept searching, his heart refusing to believe the truth. Rem always lied; she was probably lying about this.

Of course, his heart could not deny the truth of his eyes as he skidded to a stop within the throne room, taking in the sight before him with icicles piercing his heart. Logan, the love of his life, the most important person in the world to him, was chained to the throne, a crown of icicles nestled among his soft pink hair instead of his usual small gold and amethyst crown. His face had drained of almost all colour, something Virgil could notice even at this angle. Said face was angled towards the floor, neck muscles not working to support the head, giving the illusion of a corpse tied to the throne. Virgil inched closer, hoping against all hope that his eyes were wrong and that Logan was just cold. The cold wasn’t good for gum, after all. He needed to get Logan out of here, warm him up, and then he would be okay.

He could not deny the reality of Logan’s dull eyes, however, which met him as he stopped in front of the candy prince and knelt to meet them. Those eyes, normally so vibrantly rosewood pink and filled with life, simply stared blankly back into Virgil’s own. Virgil let out a whimper as his fingers traced the skin under Logan’s eyes, touches feather-soft as if he was afraid of breaking the candy man beneath them.

“No, Logan, sweetheart… love, please wake up. I’m here, you’re safe now, it will all be okay,” Virgil whispered, voice high and weak. Logan did not respond, even as Virgil’s fingers softly trailed down his face to rest under his nose.

Virgil broke down crying in that moment, the lack of air moving across his fingers utterly shattering the last bit of composure he had. He began to work on undoing Logan’s bonds, vision blurred and hands shaking for every reason other than hunger. At the very least, Logan deserved to have a proper burial. He did not deserve to be left here, a frozen corpse in a frozen tomb, on display for all to see.

“Virgil, what-?” Patton gasped from behind him, the sound of his Converse sliding across the ice reaching Virgil’s ears just before his voice echoed through the cavern. Virgil slowly turned to face him, ignoring the fact that his face looked like an absolute mess, hand still working on freeing Logan’s limp hand from an icy handcuff.

“He’s… she killed him. I have to get him home,” Virgil croaked before turning back to his work. Patton didn’t move closer, something Virgil was thankful for. He didn’t think he could handle talking at the same time as dealing with Logan.

Virgil paused after a few moments, his fingers registering something strange. A corpse should not have a pulse. Logan was a corpse. Virgil could almost swear that Logan had just had a pulse. He waited for a few moments, not breathing, when he felt it again. A faint ba-bump in Logan’s wrist, far too slow to be healthy, but it was there.

“Logan! Logan honey hang on I’m going to fix this!” Virgil cried, working to free him even faster. “Patton, help me, he’s still alive!”

“How-” Patton didn’t question it any more, however, sprinting to help Virgil free the prince.

“I don’t know! But he has a pulse even if he’s not breathing! Wait, how does he have a pulse if he’s not breathing?!”

“Give him CPR once we’re done, that should help!” Virgil nodded and practically snapped the chains, leaving the cuffs to deal with later. He gently dragged Logan off the throne and laid him on the floor, taking a moment in the corner of his mind to appreciate how beautiful Logan managed to look, even like this, before he linked his hands together and began chest compressions. Logan’s body jostled slightly with each push, yet Virgil kept going, determined to bring him back to life.

“Rescue breaths, Virgil! He needs rescue breaths!” Patton reminded, sounding out of breath with his high, reedy voice. Virgil stopped compressions and bent over Logan, pinching his nose shut before locking their lips together as Virgil delivered the first rescue breath.

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“Hey, sweetheart, it’s early. Come back to bed,” Virgil grumbled, pale hand flailing wildly for Logan. Logan simply giggled and crawled back to Virgil, giving him a soft, sweet peck on the lips.

“I have work, darling,” Logan murmured, brushing Virgil’s dark bangs out of his half-lidded amethyst eyes.

“But cuddles,” Virgil whined, somehow managing to appear as a child despite his true age of a few hundred years old.

“Work, then cuddles,” Logan promised.

“Or… I could just not let you go. Then you have to stay for cuddles,” Virgil answered, pulling Logan tighter against him. The smaller man squeaked, gently shoving back against Virgil only to find there was no give.

“I suppose… this is not the worst way to spend my time…” Logan murmured, snuggling into Virgil, who giggled triumphantly.

“No, Logan, sweetheart… love, please wake up. I’m here, you’re safe now, it will all be okay.”

Logan’s head shot up. “Did you say something, Virgil?”

“You’re imagining things,” Virgil retorted. “Get some more sleep, it will help.” Logan sighed and settled down to do just that, burying his nose in the cold of his husband’s neck.

“Logan! Logan honey hang on I’m going to fix this!”

Now that, that was clearly Virgil’s voice. “Virgil? Are… you sure?”

“Yes, Logan. Why don’t you come back to bed, love?” Virgil sounded strange, voice almost warped and far too cold. “It’s better here. You’re safe with me.”

“Patton, help me, he’s still alive!”

For some reason, Logan could not see properly through a wall of unshed tears. “I… Virgil, you are scaring me.”

“I don’t know! But he has a pulse even if he’s not breathing! Wait, how does he have a pulse if he’s not breathing?!”

“Nothing is wrong, Logan. Just listen to me, okay? Everything will be better if you listen to me.” Logan shook his head and tried to pull back, screaming as he realized his limbs would not cooperate.

“You’re mine, Logan,” Virgil hissed, voice twisting together with the Ice Queen’s. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Give him CPR once we’re done, that should help!”

Logan screamed again and tried to fight back, struggling to free himself from this hell. Virgil simply laughed and pulled him tighter, locking Logan’s arms in place at his sides from the force of the bear hug. “Now, Logie, it’s not nice to make a scene.”

Logan felt something pounding in his soul and kept fighting, hoping against all hope that he would finally succeed, that his limbs would finally listen, that he would escape. Ice Queen Virgil simply laughed and hugged him tighter, squeezing the breath out of Logan’s lungs. He squeaked, trying to suck in air, but found he couldn’t. His eyelids fluttered as he began to lose the fight with consciousness, listening to the high-low laughter of the Ice Queen and this twisted version of Virgil, the man he loved, as his very life was stripped away from him. He closed his eyes, going limp, prepared to face his end, when-

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Logan bolted upright, gasping. Virgil scrambled back, startled. He had only given Logan one rescue breath and had not been expecting this violent reaction.

“Logan! Are you okay?” Virgil yelped, leaning over him. Logan stared back at him, chest heaving up and down, eyes wild and gleaming with unshed tears.

“I… you saved me.”

“Yeah, um… didn’t want you to die.”

“You kissed me, didn’t you.”

“Yep. I did. I don’t have to again, if you don’t want-”

“Do it again.” Virgil paused, looking down at Logan with wide eyes.

“You… you want to kiss again?”

“Yes. If you are comfortable with it,” Logan mumbled, cheeks bright candy apple red. Virgil made a happy noise and dove forward, capturing Logan’s soft, sweet lips with his own. Logan also squeaked back before metaphorically melting against Virgil, his long-fingered hands coming up to cradle Virgil’s cheeks.

This was how Roman found them a few minutes later, still passionately kissing while Patton watched on silently in horror. Roman gently clapped a hand on Patton’s shoulder and began to steer him away.

“Let’s give them some privacy,” Roman murmured. “After all, a couple hundred years of pent-up PDA has to come out somehow.”

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A few months later, Virgil and Logan were closer than ever before. They had weekly meetings for coffee, sent each other letters almost daily, and had been making progress in opening up about their struggles with each other. Granted, they had a long way to go, Virgil knew, but he felt that now was the perfect time to ask The Question.

Of course, this was Logan he was talking about. As such, everything had to be perfect. With Dee’s help, Virgil managed to find the perfect ring, a simple silver band with an indigo sapphire simply embedded in the band. Also with Dee’s help, Virgil managed to find the perfect location for his plan, a small grove atop a hill with a perfect view of the stars.

The night his plan was to be enacted, Virgil prepared Logan’s favourite foods and packed them into a nice wicker basket. He also made sure to pack nice cutlery and dishware. After all, he didn’t want to ruin this by disappointing Logan with his lack of manners.

At exactly 1800, Virgil knocked on Logan’s door before fiddling with the buttons on his purple button-up. Despite the fact that everything had already been planned out and prepared, Virgil couldn’t help but worry that something would go horribly wrong.

Logan opened the door only 10 seconds after Virgil had knocked (no, he wasn’t counting, what slander was this), his eyes widening upon seeing Virgil’s outfit. “You look… nice,” Logan stammered.

“Eh, not really, but thanks,” Virgil mumbled back, rubbing his neck nervously. In a new purple button-down, black skinny jeans without holes in them, and perfectly clean and new white Converse, Virgil felt extremely unprotected and out of place.

“No, Virgil, you look absolutely stunning,” Logan insisted, stepping out of his room and carefully shutting the door behind him. “On the other hand…”

“Hey, no, you look wonderful!” Virgil was not lying. Logan had decided to look nicer without going full royal. He was wearing a dark pink collared button up shirt that accentuated his lean frame, coupled with a dark purple vest that accentuated his waist. With form-fitting black slacks and polished black dress shoes, coupled with a black and purple tie, Logan looked absolutely stunning, even more so than usual.

Virgil snorted upon realizing something. “What?” Logan asked, a small flush on his cheeks. “I look ridiculous, I am aware.”

“No, just… you don’t need to wear that crown everywhere,” Virgil giggled, pointing at where it nestled in Logan’s thick locks.

“I am still a prince, Virgil. I have to maintain some respectability.” With that, Logan began to walk towards the front door, only pausing to turn and look at Virgil. “Well? Are you coming?”

Virgil smiled and floated after, clutching the picnic basket to his chest. Now, all that was left to do was wait.

The perfect moment presented itself around 2200, when Logan and Virgil were sprawled in the grass staring up at the sky. Their stomachs were comfortably full, all negative feelings had vanished at least 2 hours ago, and the night air was cool and comforting. It was now, Virgil thought, or never.

“Hey Logan? I have something to ask you.”

“Oh?” Logan turned his head in order to meet Virgil’s eyes. Virgil sighed and sat up, Logan following suit. “Virgil, is something the matter?”

“No, not at all, but um… just- just let me talk, yeah?” Logan nodded, eyes swimming with concern. Virgil took a deep breath before beginning.

“Logan, we’ve known each other for hundreds of years. And, while we haven’t always been on good terms, you’ve been a constant in my life that I really appreciate. You’ve kept me sane. You helped me find my feet when I was lost and alone and new to being immortal, even when you were also just starting out. We’ve had our ups and downs, yeah, and we’ll have more in the future, but I just wanted you to know that… I’m looking forward to all the good that will come with it.”

“Virgil, is there a purpose to this?” Logan asked.

“Shush, shush, I’m getting there.” Logan shushed. “Now, we’ve had our issues. Hell, we still have issues, and we do need to work on it. But, well… I think it would be better if we worked on them… together.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “Virgil-”

“Logan, I have to ask you something, and I need an honest answer, okay?” Virgil shakily stood before getting back down on one knee, holding up the ring. Logan’s eyes widened and his hands flew to his mouth, a small gasp escaping him.

“Prince Logan Gumball… would you do me the honour of making me the happiest vampire alive and marrying me?”

“Yes. Stars, yes,” Logan gasped, tears streaming down his face as he threw himself at Virgil. Virgil almost dropped the ring in his haste to catch his nerd, pulling the sobbing prince into a tight hug. Logan pulled back after a few moments, smiling weakly.

“Didn’t you have a ring to give me?” he rasped, furiously wiping tears off his cheeks. Virgil nodded and slipped it onto Logan’s finger, smiling along with the prince as it settled. Virgil didn’t have time to admire it, however, as Logan pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss before he could even protest. Not that he would want to, not with the sweet lips of his soulmate on his.

Together, they lost all track of time, simply breathing in the presence of the other under the twinkling stars. The air around them chilled, yet neither felt it, wrapped up under a blanket together. Together, they whispered sweet nothings until they fell asleep, wrapped around each other, dreaming only of the bright, sweet, perfect future before them. A hundred years ago, they both would have scoffed at the idea of this scene happening, yet here they were, contentedly connected.

In the background, the moonlight gleamed off the spires of Logan’s castle as Dee looked out at their location with a knowing smile. “Sir Roman, Patton, you may wish to not start fighting for the positions of Best Men.”

Roman looked up from his drawing. “What?”

Dee’s only reply was a cryptic smile and the line “Logan and Virgil finally learned the meaning of the word communication.”

#big bang 2019 #adventure time au #i am an evil author #analogical smooch

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randomprojectedkat · 6 years ago

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Wings

read on AO3 here

Parings: none

warnings: Deceit’s mentioned

Chap. 1 Chapt. 2(you are here) Chapt. 3

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"You're dreaming!" Virgil squeaked, paralyzed with both anticipation and fear.

"Please don't insult my intelligence." Logan said, seeming to momentarly shake out of his surpise. "This is clearly not a fantastical situation," He continued, crossing his arms, "and that raises quite a lot of questions." Logan finished. He looked at Virgil expectantly, as if he expected an answer. Problem was, Virgil did not have an answer.

"Well..." Virgil began, internally panicking. "I...um... don't have an...um... answer?" He hesitantly responded, fearing the worst. A scowl crossed Logan's face and Virgil's panic increased tenfold. "ShitShitshitSh-" Logan cut his thoughts short.

"You're telling me that you have hidden something as incredible as this for presumably a long time, and you have no explenation?" He spread his arms in annoyance. "Virgil, here I am with a box filled with questions and you cannot answer one?" Logan sighed and turned. "Very well. We shall come back to this problem after dinner, as I do not want to worry Patton. Please have a sutable explenation when dinner has ceased." He finished, turing to leave the forest and enter Virgil's room. The movement seemed to bring Virgil back to the present, and out of this thoughts.

"Wait!" He called out.

"Yes?" Logan stopped, turing to face Virgil.

"Incredible?" He whispered, almost as though he couldn't believe it.

"Yes Virgil, incredible. Meaning impossible to believe or extrordinary. You should know this." Logan stated, a neutral expression on his face.

"Thanks." Virgil said, a small yet disbelieving smile creeping onto his face."He doesn't hate them." Virgil thought, before a new, and more urgant one crossed his mind. "What about the others?"

"Logan!" He called out. "Please don't tell anyone about this." Virigl said, a note of urgancy in his voice.

"I won't. I wasn't planning on anyhow. You have kept your wings a secret from us for a reason, and I would hate to break the trust we have built up. I trust you will tell your secret in time, to the others." Logan said.

Virgil felt a great weight of worry lift from his shoulders. "Thank you."

"No problem. Now, please let us hurry along before Patton starts to worry." Logan responded, making his way back into Virgil's room. "Are you coming?" He asked when he noticed Virgil had not moved.

"Tell Patton," Virgil took a shaky breath. "Tell him I'll be down soon." A nod was his responce. Logan, with a final glance back at the anxious side then turned and left Virgil in his room alone. As soon as he exited, it started to rain. Head still reeling from the interaction, Virgil simply stood in the now storming forest. One thought stood out from the jumble of words rushing through his head. "He didn't hate them. He didn't hate me." Taking some unsteady steps back into his room and making sure to close the door to his poket of Imagination, VIrgil let his thoughts run wild. "He didn't scorn me. He didn't mock me. Logan called them...he called them incredible." A giggle had started to work up his throat, before bursting free. "I-I didn't get called a monster." He said to himself, as though Virgil was trying to convince himself of that truth. Taking a few breaths and blinking back tears beginning to form, Virgil grabbed his sweatshirt and began to slowly put it back on. Carefully tucking his wings in he continued to think. "If Logan didn't hate them, if he didn't call them unrelistic and scorn me, then maybe," Virgil dared to hope, "Patton and Roman, maybe they wouldn't hate them either." Taking one last breath and sparing a glace in the mirror to mke sure his wings were fully hidden, Virgil opened the door and left his room. A new look crossed the anxious side's face. A look of determination. "Let's do this"

"Virgil, kiddo, is that you?" A voice, presumably Patton, called out.

"About time! Come on Brad Pittiful, I'm starved." Another voice, who was identified as Roman, shouted after him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." Virgil called out in responce, starting to decend the stairs that led to his room. Upon arriving at the table where the other sides sat, Virgil cleared his throat. "Hey, so maybe after dinner, we can um...," Virgil paused, thoughts running wild. "Am I really going to do this?" Taking another breath, he knew his answer. "Yes." Noticing the other sides expectant looks, Virgil quickly continued. "Can we maybe have a family meeting of sorts?"

"Why sure kiddo!" Patton responded, his usually big smile faltering. “Is something wrong?”

”Oh, nothings wrong!” Virgil quickly reassured him. “I just...um...maybe had something kinda important to ...um... talk about?" He continued, tripping over his words. Looking to avoid eye contact with any of the other sides, Virgil swept his eyes around the room only to stare Logan straight in the face. He shared a knowing look with Virgil. Looking down almost instantly, he then chose to get a drink from the fridge in an attempt to look busy. "Why did you go and say that for, now you can't back out of it. Look you probably worried Patton." Virgil's thoughts decided to make a comeback. As he reached for a bottle of water, his thoughts continued to race. "Logan seemed to find them facinating. Maybe the others will too. Or..." Virgil sighed, deep and harsh. "Or nothing. I'm going to enjoy a nice quailty dinner with the others and nothing bad will happen." Virgil tried to convince himself. "Deceit wasn't the only one good at lying to himself." Grabbing his water and heading back to the table, Virgil sat down, only to be greeted by a mountian of food.

"Here you go Virgil!" Patton said, placing a plate filled with roast chicken and steamed veggies. "And if you ever have a problem, don't be afriad to lettuce know" He added on, holding a leaf of lettuce.

Virgil let out a small chuckle. "Thanks Pat."

"Patton if I look up and your holding lettuce I will loose it." Logan said, staring intently at a book Virgil had not noticed before.

"Sorry Logan, I just wanted to tell Virgil that we're fruiting for him" Patton responded, trying to hold in a few giggles.

"Patton, where did you get an apple from?" Said Roman, seemingly exasperated.

"One meal, without any puns. Thats all I ask." Logan sighed, closing his book.

"You know I can't help it." The fatherly side said.

"Try too." Logan replyed, rolling his eyes.

"Hey Roman, can you pass the salt please?" Patton asked.

"Sorry Pat, but I can't pick Virgil up." Roman responded, with a smirk. At his name, Virgil looked up.

"What? Sorry I was thinking." The anxious side said, which cause the creative side to frown.

"Oh come on! I was waiting to use that one forever, and you didn't even hear it." Roman exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

"Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind." Virgil mummbled, gaining concered look from Patton.

"You ok kiddo?" He asked once again.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Virgil answered, playing with his food.

"Are you sure? Is it the food?" Patton grimmanced.

"What? Oh no! Pat your food is always the best." Virgil reassured him, with a small smile. It was true, Patton was the best cook out of all the sides. None could compare to his home cooked meals. "I just," Virgil took a breath, "I have a lot on my mind."

"Is somthing the matter? Is a beast plauging you?" Roman started up. "I shall slay it for you if needed!" He went on, standing up and stricking a pose to emphasis his point. This movement caused a small smile to appear on Virgil's face.

"Family would never abandon you. No matter what, Roman and Patton, they will always be by my side." Virgil felt his worries easing up, if only slightly. Patton, noting how everyone seemed to be done with dinner, came around for everyones plates.

"Since Virgil has something to tell us, let's all meet in the living room and hear what he has to say before desserts. How does that sound?" Patton said after disposing of the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Adequate." Was Logan's responce, as he stood up and walked to the couch.

"What he said." Roman replyed, gesturing to Logan, and going to follow him to the couch.

"Ok great! Whenever you're ready kiddo." Patton told Virgil, before going to join the others in the living room.

"Y-yeah. Ok." Virgil answered, playing with the cuff of his sweater. "I can't believe I'm going to go through with this." Virgil's thoughts made a comeback as he inched his way to the living room. Virgil took one last breath before going to stand in the living room. Sweeping his eyes around he was met with expectant faces. "W-well I called this meeting because I have something kinda important to say but I don't know if I can go through with it now and-and," Virgil felt his face begin to burn as he continued rambling. "And I really don't know how to start saying it so, um, I-" He stopped suddenly, not knowing how to continue.

"It's ok, take your time kiddo!" Patton encouraged, putting his thumbs up.

"Yeah, yeah." Virgil responded. "It's probably easier to show you anyway." He continued, struggling to take off his sweatshirt. "Here goes nothing." Virgil mummbled, finally pulling off his sweatshirt. Stretching his wings out and ignoring the gentle gasps that came from the others, he finished. "I sorta have, um, wings?"

#my writing #fanfic #chapter 2 #Wings #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil but with wings #thomas sanders #sanders sides #wing!au #winged!virgil

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melmothblog · 6 years ago

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Ask Responses: Tsiskaridze

Hello Melmoth. I was wondering, you often post videos where you state that they are from Tsiskaridze's personal archive. But since he doesn't have any social media, where do you get these videos from? Also thank you for this amazing and educational blog! :)

The videos are from this YouTube channel. The person running it has worked with Nikolai for many years and acts as a sort of conduit for him online.

Thank you so much for uploading the clips of Nikolai! I had no idea what he would be like (mostly because of a bad documentary I had seen ages ago where he works with a British choreographer) but it seems that he not only portrays himself well but is warmly welcomed by the audience. Now I get what you mean when saying that a dancer can be overall cultured and interesting! Do you feel his public persona has changed much since he became a teacher? He seemed very much "young" in that documentary.

I’ve written about “Strictly Bolshoi” before. Please read about it here. It may answer some questions. I still find it baffling that people use that documentary as an apparent “proof” that Tsiskaridze is an asshole. If anything, “Strictly Bolshoi” is a spectacular showcase of Wheeldon’s incompetence (in that particular situation / time period). For the record: I adore Wheeldon and his work.

Nikolai’s public persona has undergone some changes since he took over at Vaganova. He clearly understands that Tsiskaridze the danseur and Tsiskaridze the rector must be two different people. That being said, his overall personality hasn’t changed. I’d say he has simply learned to play by the rules and proved that he’s adaptable. He’s still intelligent and eloquent, he’s still outspoken and feisty, he still regularly puts his foot in his mouth, and he clearly hasn’t become very good at politics. Yet.

In terms of him being warmly welcomed by the audience: 1) Studio audience at a talkshow as big as Urgant is always energetic (think Conan or Jimmy Kimmel); 2) Tsiskaridze has always been well-liked in Russia. This is partly due to the fact that he’s seen as an outspoken underdog who dedicates his life to fighting for what’s right (this is true). But it also has to do with his intelligence and intense charisma.

Funny story: I once caught my mother, who is outspoken about her dislike towards Tsiskaridze, watching one of his interviews. When questioned, she responded that, though she doesn’t like him, she can listen to him speak for hours. Funnily enough, that kind of sums Nikolai up. Even in “Strictly Bolshoi”, the crew are at one point forced to admit that Tsiskaridze is a very genuine person.

I'm sure you've done this before but can you explain the drama with Tsiskaridze, Angelina Vorontsova, Dimitrichenko, Filin, and the acid attack? Do people really think Dimitrichenko did it or was it a set up?

I don’t think we’ll ever know exactly what happened. It doesn’t help that everyone directly involved in this drama has changed their story at least once since it happened. Ismene Brown followed the events pretty closely as they unfolded in 2013, and you can read an almost day-by-day account on her blog.

As of right now, Filin still blames Tsiskaridze for the attack, Dmitrichenko maintains his innocence and insists that the whole thing was a plot by the Bolshoi management to get rid of him and Tsiskaridze (Dmitrichenko gave an interview upon his release from prison in 2016, which is worth a read), and neither Tsiskaridze nor Vorontsova have spoken about the attack in years.

The “official” version is that Dmitrichenko, who was Angelina’s boyfriend at the time, was unhappy with Filin’s refusal to cast Angelina in principal roles and with his overall management of the company, so he hired a thug to “rough Filin up”. The thug in question decided to get creative and threw “acid”* in Filin’s face instead. Depending on who tells the story, Tsiskaridze either actively encouraged Dmitrichenko to organise the attack (so not his style) or served as an inspiration for Dmitrichenko’s actions.

*It wasn’t acid. The liquid, whatever it was, (somehow) was never found, and Filin’s injuries aren’t consistent with an acid attack. This is actually the biggest issue I personally have with the whole story because acid is one of the worst weapons used in violence against women. A quick google search of acid attack victims will show that whatever the liquid thrown into Filin’s face was, it, thankfully, wasn’t acid.

d i s c l a i m e r

#qa #qa tsiskaridze #filin #dmitrichenko

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trandangelilber · 4 years ago

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Milla Jovovich interview on Russian TV Channel "Rain" (with subtitles)

Good evening.

This is a program “Sobchak live”.

We shoot our program not in the studio, because today our guest is well-known actress Milla Jovovich.

Milla, thank you for the interview.

Thank you.

We know about you not so much.

That you are famous actress and favorite woman of Ivan Urgant.

And that you are sometimes visits Russia.

How many times have you come to Russia? I was born here, in the Ukraine, and was living in Moscow with my mother.

When I first time came back to Russia, I was 18 years old.

And since then, I every year visits Russia.

What do you most love in Russia? For example, going to the bathhouse or to the your favorite restaurant.

Of course I have a couple of favorite restaurants: Pushkin, The Garden, Sixty – restaurant on the sixtieth floor with great views.

I’ve been working here a lot and traveling around the world, but I always spend time in hotels.

From hotel to the studio and back to the hotel.

I live in such closed world.

Today you have been invited to the presentation of new jewelry collection by Jacob Arabo.

And now you have wearing these jewelry.

So let’s talk about diamonds.

Tell us when you first time was given a diamond by man? How it was? Not Swarovski, but a real diamond.

It was my dad.

I like vintage jewelry, collecting old furniture, bijouterie, generally things with history.

And my dad bought me a very beautiful old ring.

Half of the audience thought that now you will tell us a romantic story.

But it’s true that the first diamond I was given by my dad.

No, we demand romantic story! Then there is another story, but it was the second diamond.

At the time, my boyfriend was Mario Sorrenti – a wonderful photographer, who remains my friend to this day.

He talked with my mom and found out that we love vintage jewelry.

And he bought me a very beautiful ring set with little pink pearls and diamonds.

And I am silly, when went to the restaurant took off the ring to wash my hands and left it there.

It’s horrible, are you cried? Yes, I cried for several days, and all time asked if anyone found my ring in this hotel.

In what hotel did this happened? It was the Costes Hotel in Paris.

The man from the Costes Hotel, who took the ring of Milla Jovovich, remember, she returns from Resident Evil and avenge to you.

Speaking of “Resident Evil”, most Russian audience identify you with this movie.

Even not with Luc Besson and “The Fifth Element”, but with “Resident Evil”, cause this movie has many parts.

But it’s good, because every decade people associate me with a new image.

And when I will be forty, everyone will say that I’m shooting, for example, only in comedies.

I like a cat, I have nine lives.

I like a fan of your creative work, ask you, when you will be ninety, don’t accept an offer to play the monster in 148 part of the “Resident Evil”.

Ok, I promise you I will not wear tight-fitting latex suit in 90 years old.

I’m afraid, Ivan Urgant now upset.

As for “Resident Evil”.

Tell me as an expert how to struggle with evil, when you’re in the minority? First, is to be single-minded person.

My character in “Resident Evil” aimed for maximum annihilation of the evil.

You must to be strong and have an emotional weapon.

But it’s all in the movie, in real life monsters don’t look like monsters.

And hard to know who is bad and who is good.

Who is in your life the greatest monster? Anyone who makes a bad things with others, for example to hit the child.

Well, the news say that Fidel Castro have stroke.

What do you feel about this? Do you feel sorry that the whole era pass with him, or he is incarnate of the evil? I don’t know much about Fidel Castro to judge him.

Whose image do you like more: Fidel Castro or Che Guevara? What a strange questions! I like Che Guevara – he is handsome.

Do you have a T-shirt with his picture? Of course, it’s like an icon.

How do you like the Ukraine, Russia? Do you feel, that it’s a part of you, your homeland? Are you care about what’s going on here? I am confused a little cause I don’t watch the news.

I have a lot of work and family affairs.

Rarely read newspapers or news in the internet.

Well, for example, would you like to play a well-known Ukrainian woman – Yulia Tymoshenko? It would be great, she has strong character.

When I was in the Ukraine, she was all the time showed on the TV with a plait around the head.

Imagine that your favorite director invited you to play any female role.

What role will you choose? Meryl Streep, for example, always wanted to play Margaret Thatcher.

I always wanted to play Catherine the Great.

She was a great, strong, intelligent woman.

Did you know that Catherine the Great was famous for stormy personal life.

This is not a black and white story, there’s a lot of everything.

Many of your colleagues – Angelina Jolie, Madonna, and other famous actresses and singers travel all over the world, adopt children and engaged in charity work in Africa and Asia.

Can you call your trips to Russia the charitable help to the third world country? When I come here – I come home.

And it’s strange for me that you call Russia a third world country.

I feel myself like the Russian woman, everything here is close to me.

When I arrive at the airport and hear Russian spoken around me, I feel like I came home.

And I would like my daughter to feel it too.

On the contrary, Russia helps me, it fills my heart.

How often you visits Africa, Asia? I wasn’t in Africa, but I work with a charitable organization, which constructed radio station and built a small school in the Republic of Congo.

But rebels burned the station.

I would like to go with my daughter to Africa.

That would be interesting.

I would like my daughter to visit many countries different from the West, to see a different life.

Describe your ideal day, what would you do? Well I have a very modest and simple wishes.

To stay at home for a while already a miracle.

It’s good, when nothing to do, you can sleep longer.

I wake up and my husband brings me tea.

Then my daughter comes, smiles and shows me pictures that she painted in the mornin.

Then I go to the kitchen and cook breakfast for all.

Do you cook yourself? Yes.

Then we go outside or to the pool.

I like to cook a barbecue for friends.

That is, in this day no noisy parties, filming? No.

Only family and no work.

Today you’re going to visit the Garage Center for Contemporary Culture of Dasha Zhukova.

Are you familiar with her? What do you think about the project Garage? Yes, I am familiar with Dasha and I think that she has the heart of an artist.

She is looking forward.

Independent, smart, beautiful, intelligent woman.

With such people is always nice to communicate.

And who is more handsome: Urgant or Abramovich? Who is Abramovich? Billionaire Roman Abramovich.

My husband is most handsome! Good answer.

Do you like modern art? Generally yes, but with my tempo of life, I’m rarely visit museums.

Everyone says that in December 2012 will come a doomsday.

Do you believe in it? No, but everything can be.

And if it was known exactly what would be your last wish? To look into my daughter’s eyes and say that I love her.

Perfect wish.

But I think everything will be fine and you will have a lot of movies and parties.

Honestly, are you ready to act in the next part of the “Resident Evil”? Not yet.

It’s very close project for me and my husband.

Paul is the director and producer, and he wrote script for me.

It’s very fun to us to shoot these films.

But we have no one points when to shoot the next part.

We’re shooting it, when the inspiration comes.

We are not a factory of film stamping.

It’s a real passion for us.

I was amazed how sincere emotions made in you my question and your answer about the end of the world.

But at the same time in all your action films (“The Fifth Element”, “Resident Evil”) you play courageous fighting super-woman.

What do you think, why the films show only that part of you, not the touching and sensuality that you have? It much depended on me.

I didn’t want to play the roles of cute girls from melodramas, cause there was too much on-screen.

I wanted to show that women can be strong and she can cope with difficulties.

I think it’s interesting for women to see a strong heroine on the screen.

Especially we have already filmed five parts.

This has been never done before, and I’m proud of it.

Certainly more habitually to see on the screen the touching sweet crying girl whom I played in the “Vikrutasy”.

And you had no feeling that you went down to one level, starring in “Vikrutasy”, after all those Hollywood blockbusters? I really wanted to do the movie with my friend Ivan Urgant.

It was properly interesting to me to play with magnificent actors and to play a role in Russian.

I act in film not for money but when it’s interesting to me.

If you could award the prize to the best woman of the year, who would it be? Meryl Streep, Angelina Jolie.

Is it just an actress doing something important in the world? Well, or Angela Merkel rescues Europe from the crisis.

Yes, this is interesting.

There are a lot of rumors about your friendship with Ivan Urgant.

Did you call him when arrived to Moscow? Didn’t call, but we corresponded by email.

We conceived to sing together at the Chanel party.

But he was very busy and we were not able to implement this idea.

Yeah.

“Milla, sorry, but I can’t speak with you now.

” I understand he has a lot of affairs and it was difficult to do.

Tell me please, what the most important thing that men don’t understand about women? I think men don’t realize that when you talk to the woman, you need to listen her.

Because all that necessary to the woman it’s to be heard.

Even if a girl talks incessantly about any nonsense, you should at least pretend that you listen and assent.

Thank you very much for the interview.

I would like to give you a book of Kir Bulychev.

Thank you.

I think this book is about you.

I don’t know whether you know how to read in Russian.

Don’t know, but I will ask my mother and we will read it together.

Go ahead, tear packaging.

Kir Bulychev.

“Guest from the Future”.

You are as a guest from the future for all of us.

Thank you.

It was a program “Sobchak live”.

Today our guest was Milla Jovovich.

I hope you enjoyed it.

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