#sisters karamazov

[karaviav]

sisters karamazov genderswap au! (check post on @bucoliqves)

1. Lyuba is Alyosha

2. Ik Gavrila is masculine in russian but its feminine in Romanian and i needed another archangel name so lets let this one slide...

[ladyofmelk]

nadya vera & lyuba karamazova + polina smerdyashchaya (or smerdyakova?) you may not be canon but you are dear genderbends to me...

[cymballips]

alyosha karamazov

[gegengestalt]

The only thing Ivan and Mitya have in common is being butches in serious need of therapy 🗣️🗣️🗣️(unless?)

[karamazovposting]

I wish we got to see Ivan visiting Dmitri in prison because I just know the visits went pretty much like this

[karamazovanon]

happy birthday @gegengestalt !! have a grushenka (*^ー^)ノ♪

[ravenkings]

logan roy is fyodor karamazov and kendall roy is dmitri karamazov but neither roman nor shiv nor connor have the intellectual heft to be ivan nor do they have the ~saintliness~ to be alyosha nor the base cunning to be smerdyakov 

[farfadetfarfelu]

Without any context, I just texted my lil sister to ask her what she'd say if she were Aliocha Karamazov, and Katerina Ivanovna was asking her for advice when conflicted between Ivan (Me) and Dmitri (our big sister)

"I say she stays single" was her only simple answer

[metamorphesque]

Hi!! Wondering if you have any recs for poetry about siblings? Have an awesome day <33

Thank you, sweetheart, you too! 🌼

poetry recommendations

In Praise of My Sister by Wisława Szymborska

My Brother at 3 A.M. by Natalie Diaz

The Hinge by Cynthia Cruz

The Sister Karamazov by Katie Hartsock

Elegy for My Sister by Sherod Santos

Green, Green is My Sister’s House by Mary Oliver

After My Brother’s Death, I Reflect on the Iliad by Elisa Gonzalez

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

[anathemaloren]

Bewitched

Anthony Lockwood x f!reader - fluff

★ Summary: Lockwood is head over heels for his roomate. What will happen when they're alone for the night?

★ Word count: 1k (more or less)

★ Proofread: yes :)

★ Warnings: cheesy 2000's rom com stuff and also english is not my first language

★ Note: guess who's alive? me (barely)! but at least i'm writing. enjoy this teeth rotting fluff with a tint of pride and prejudice and a tad of lockwood being a simp (and yeah i changed AGAIN my posting style but because i forget how to post every time i stop for a while)

★ Anthony Lockwood was falling for a girl living in his house. And it wasn't Lucy, she was like a sister to him, plus she was already head over heels for Kipps. No - it was Y/n. She hadn't been living on Portland Row for too long, just for about a year or so, and she worked as a florist. Lockwood always pondered about how different they were. She was sweets, had no Talent and baked excellent desserts; he was a bit socially awkward around her, fighted ghosts for a living and burnt toasts if she was in the room. Still, the agent found himself liking her with every fiber of his being.

The girl had started living with Lockwood&Co. when George and Lucy convinced Lockwood that they needed someone with a stable income to keep the house afloat in low activity months. SO, after a few weeks interviewing candidates, Y/n was the chosen one. She had a stable income, knew how to cook and didn't mind cleaning, and she got along with all of them. And Anthony Lockwood started falling for her bright smile.

Now, almost a year later, Lockwood was most definitely in love with her. He was always trying to talk to her, he bought her favourite food and he starved for the small amounts of touch he could get from her. He didn't know if having his room in front of hers was a blessing or a curse. But then the boy remembered her smile when she got out of her room in the morning, the soft "good day"s and "goodnight"s, and the moments when they hanged out together in his room before going to sleep. But that wasn't nearly enough for him. However, there were two problems. First of all, he didn't even know if she liked him back and he didn't want to ruin their friendship if it turned out she didn't like him. And secondly, he had no clue how to tell her. Lucy had advised him to just say it, but he didn't think it was that easy. Or maybe it was. Anyway, he probably would never know, and he was absolutely fine with it.

But the uncertainty came to an end one of the nights were they didn't have a case, a miracle happened; Lucy went on a date with Kipps, and George was pulling an all-nighter at the archives. That meant that Y/n and Lockwood were alone for at least a few hours. Alone. Together. They had dinner together in the unusually quiet kitchen, with a calming atmosphere surrounding them, and then cleaned the dishes. Every time Y/n grazed Lockwood's arm, he shivered. Every time Lockwood placed his hand on Y/n's hip, she sighed a bit. And after that, they went to their favourite place. They both found the library a relaxing place, a place where to be reading books and basking in each other's presence. They arranged themselves in the position they were more comfortable in, one that Lucy and George found strange and were adamant to believe it was comfortable for anyone. The florist laid on the couch and the agent sat on the floor, resting his back on the couch near Y/n, at hand's reach, and usually she would rest her hand on his head and play with his hair, making him melt as like with everything she did.

That night he was engrossed in "The Brothers Karamazov", and she was finishing her lectures of the past weeks, "Pride and Prejudice". Lockwood had almost fainted when he saw her picking up the book from the shelves. He loved it and had read it at least 15 times, in part because it was his mother's favourite and was full of her notes and annotation here and there. Knowing Y/n was reading it now too made his stomach do funny figures. They read in silence as usual for around an hour, until she dramatically closed the book, dropped it on the coffee table near her, and dropped back down on the couch with a theatrical sigh. Lockwood closed his book and let it rest on the floor, turning to look at her, amused. 'What happened?' He gently asked, starting to play with her fingers. She sighed 'I finished it'. She had her eyes closed which gave Lockwood a free pass to look at her with heart eyes and smile fondly at her. 'Is that so bad?' He asked. 'Of course it's bad!' She answered, as if it was obvious 'Now my standards for love are ridiculously high! No one would say things like that to me!' she continued, gesticulating a lot with the hand that Lockwood was not holding. He smiled again 'I would' he blurted. And they both freezed. She opened her eyes and stood up, whereas he stooped smiling and let go of her hand.

'What?' she asked Lockwood, who knew there was no turning back now. So he decided to just go for it 'I said I would say those things to you'. The girl laughed nervously 'You say the weirdest things, Anthony'. Y/n was probably the only one who called him that, and he usually liked it, only now it sounded… strained. 'I'm not joking, Y/n' her name rolled down his tongue as it had always had, as if it was the most beautiful word in the world for him since the moment they met. Now he was nervous but also serious. The girl couldn't find it in her to move or breathe or react in any way. So Lockwood got on his knees, turning around to see her completely, held both of her hands and tried to remember "Pride and Prejudice" as best as he could. 'You have bewitched me, heart and soul' the girl's breath got caught in her throat as she recognized the words and Lockwood declared himself 'and I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on'. The agent was shaking a bit, not really sure that had been the right choice to make. Maybe now she hated him or thought he was weird or- Lockwood's train of thoughts got stopped by Y/n's lips on his. She tasted like cinnamon, and the kiss was gentle and long-awaited. When they parted, they both had a smile on their faces. 'You have also bewitched me' she whispered before kissing him again.

Having to explain the new relationship to Lucy and George took some time, but they were both thrilled about the developments in their relationship. Portland Row now felt more like a family than ever, and Y/n and Lockwood were absolutely in love and open about it. Who would guess that Jane Austen would still get couples together after such a long time?

[vintageshits]

‘Rodya, my dear boy, my first-born,’ she said, sobbing.

‘Now you're just the way you were when you were little, that's how you used to hug me and kiss me; back in the days when your father was still alive and we were struggling by you used to console us by the mere fact of being with us, and after I’d buried your father how many times we used to weep over his grave, with our arms about each other the way they are now.’

I really need to talk about this passage from C&P.

To me, Dostoevsky’s ability to tell you a lot about a character without many words is simply mesmerising.

Let me go a little deeper. Throughout the book, I was always wondering things like ‘how was Rodya when he was younger? Was he a gloomy, angry teenager? An awkward, annoying child? Was he the type of kid who used to be a headache for his mother and sister? Did he love his father?’

And when I reached this chapter…my heart just shattered. Thanks to the few, mourning words of Pulcheria Aleksandrovna, we learn a lot of things about Rodya’s past: he was a crying baby when little, very cherished by both, his father and his mother (I mean, we know Pulcheria loves him, but here we also know his father loved him very much and he was not some sort of Fyodor Karamazov with him), and that he not only mourned and ached because of his father’s dead, but he also did it with his mother as a way of staying by her side and soothing her heart…

Idk, besties, this part just made me feel so many things…specially after learning that Rodya had always been the sentimental, crying and caring lad he still shows signs of being…

Btw!! I finally got my English copy of C&P, so I can finally post quotes and discuss them here with y’all <3 I bought a 1991 penguin edition, translated by David McDuff, just for the record :)

[pavelkaramazov]

It really should have been the sisters Karamazov. If you have a sister you can understand the sheer level of psychological warfare that would have transpired.

[eldrith]

do you have any book or author recommendations that feel or are similar to your writing? i find it very pleasing to read (it feels light, but also strong and sorta poetic, but not enough to have me pull out thesaurus. in love.) and i was wondering if you draw inspiration from other authors or something. or maybe like, get into my head and write my dream books in two days for me so i can get more of your writing. or be my ghost writer.

UM you’re such an angel i could CRY??? this is the nicest thing ive ever been told omg :’) i’ll get into your head and write some mini books for you if you wish!! i’ll ghost write! i’ll do anything for you!!

sorry i kind of talked a lot below the cut & obvi i am nowhere near the caliber of these authors, nor will i ever be but i always want to improve my writing skills especially in english — so here is a list of english language authors i take most of my inspiration from (either for tone/narrative/writing style/world building etc):

Charlotte Brontë

inspires my descriptions & structural sentences. i love the way the brontë sisters write but especially her and the use of seasons/weather. i pull a lot of inspo from her. [Jane Eyre is a good example of this & i love the use of setting in the narrative ]

Ralph Ellison

highly metaphorical. great allusions & symbolism. ive never read such incredible and flawless jumps between realism and surrealism— inspired me a lot with from eden. i have endless thoughts on his ability to convey such heavy and serious subjects in such moving ways. every chapter of his book is like a new masterpiece. [not kidding; Invisible Man changed the trajectory of my life & made me change what i studied.]

Jane Austen

— specifically in Emma — i strive to have that perfect balance of free indirect discourse. she portrays characters & relationships so well with that blend of perspective and narration. witty, so smart — plus unreliable narrators hello

Donna Tartt

i talk about her endlessly. her ability to create suspense. psychologically complex characters and lush, gorgeous descriptions. critiques high class so subtly you find yourself falling for her own literary tricks — genuinely she is a genius. unreliable narrators are my favorite to write and she does it near flawlessly — see; Richard Papen in the Secret History. her writing feels real and is everything i strive to be. the secret history is probably my fav english book of all time, the Little Friend is great too.)

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

showed me that fictional narratives can be written any way you want. i learned there is more to writing than ‘accepted’ english sentence structures. character relationships are complex & psychological. [** some translations of his works are shite so be careful! but i love Notes from the Underground & The Brothers Karamazov]

Gustave Flaubert

i believe a lot of his works are translated to english but i have not read them so i can’t vouch for the translations. but still i had to include this bc of symbolism and imagery. no happy endings from this man, especially in Madame Bovary.

[gegengestalt]

... It's decided. The Sisters Karamazov, or at least, my version of it, will now be called... Hold your applause...

... "The Witches Karamazov". Really.

It was a joke at first, but it kind of works with the figure of the witch as an Other, a transgressor of laws, something that relates to things we can't control. All of them are "witches" at some point.

Hmm. Thinking of renaming my Sisters Karamazov AU to tell it apart from the Sisters Karamazov manhwa. They are very different and I don't want any confusions

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[caitlynmeow]

I know this isn't an ask blog, it's 1 am I wanted to write this, so I did.

To Countess Alcina Dimitrescu:

I've been informed by a villager that is somehow alive that your eldest daughter Bela is a fan of classic literature. I write this at 2 AM by candlelight. I write it because due to madness or boredom or any such disease I decided to write an exhaustive list of recommendations. I have some expertise, I keep the village book store in business and have read about 190 "classic" novels and books by classic authors.

Authors: I imagine Bela would love Franz Kafka. Kurt Vonnegut could work, of course his masterpiece Slaughterhouse-Five is definitely the first to read, the best quote from it I think is, "here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of the moment, there is no why." It seems that Russian Lit could also fit. Obvious or not any sane individual can and will really enjoy Dostoevsky (Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela have a bit of Ivan, Dimitri, and Alexei Karamazov in them respectively. Although it would be an insult to compare yourself, my Lady, to Fyodor Karamazov. Bela as Ivan of course. If there should be one he's by far my favorite.)

Here are some ideas for specific books. The Homeric epics of course but I'm sure those have already came and went, Ovid's Metamorphoses, In Cold Blood by Truman Capote, Catcher in The Rye, and the Call Of The Wild. Of course for the oldest, gayest shit, The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde and Carmilla would be ideal. Oh, fuck! Magical realism! How didn't I think of that before?! One Hundred Years of Solitude, that would definitely be one of the best ones I've mentioned.

(don’t worry about it nonnie! i don’t mind these things at all <3)

Alcina looked at the letter, her eyes scanning it’s content, her head nosing slightly as she read along the list of recommendations.

It is a good list of staple classical works, some titles are familiar, ones that her daughters have read when they were younger. Generally, she is against electronic devices in excess, which is something she had better control on when her daughters were younger.

She only allowed one hour of television per day.

Her daughters were busy playing with their toys, reading, and developing their hobbies. As a result, her daughters are fluent in multiple languages, they have different talents, and they are well read.

Russian literature might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but her daughters loved it. Daniela not so much, but she did read a few of the book they have in their library. Cassandra was never intimidated by size and density, the dark nihilistic themes were to her liking, and the darker the theme was, the more she got into it. Bela, on the other hand, showed genuine intrigue.

Bela has read some of these titles, she read Slaughter House Five when she was in with grade.

Oh, The Brothers Karamazov- it was something the whole family would sit and discuss over dinner! Many fights broke because of that novel because each one of the daughters had her strong opinion about it. Good times, good times indeed.

Why yes, those titles are indeed sitting in the library upstairs. Magical realism is something that Bela dabbles in, but not really invest a life of time reading. This should be something to look into and perhaps persuade her to try. Cassandra has read One Hundred Years of Solitude and I’m sure she can lend her sister a copy.

In Cold Blood is a title that she hasn’t read either, so I’ll make sure to add it on his list of the next batch of books that are coming to the castle.