#vladik no-

[biggerpenis1488]

my hand reached for this only yesterday, and I finished it

I drew these arts while I was driving to the sea, and I didn't fucking do it.

@onelittleornotthing For a Fake, Pizzano dressed like this( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[jimothystu]

So… Vladdy and Branny really said “this is our honeymoon” huh?

[gebo4482]

VLADIK BRUTAL | Launch Trailer

Steam

[viandede-porque]

Ramdimov’s dick tastes good 🤤

[seyvetch]

</3 :(

Wait is the person in that pottery video not a butch woman

[techramonic]

Speak, Hear, and See No Evil; Embody it.

An Essay Analysis on Religious Trauma and its connection to Nihilism through the Case Study of Vladislav Roslyakov

There is a profound intersection in faith and mentality. To uncover one’s whole being, the aspect of spirituality is well within the equation. While many use their faith as a symbol of fortitude, a steadfast hope that guides their way of living – creating practically a coherent path in a world so inconsistent and unpredictable, others see it as the pinpoint of their internal turmoil. Faith is not for all of us. If one rejects the idea of seeking solace in an institute of collective belief, then they do not believe in such a concept as “being saved”. To them, there is no redemption, only pain. 

Some people need a rather tangible and physical form of revelation for an adherence of recognition. It is the ideology: when you look up at the sky and do not see anyone looking back at you, that is when you know it’s not for you. You do not believe in such a thing as self-sacrifice, for you only see the world in a lens of self-slaughter. Often, this strained relationship with faith becomes Religious Trauma. 

Psychotherapist Dr. Alyson M. Stone acknowledges a positive link between religion and mental health but notes a lack of studies on spirituality's impact. According to Stone, “Religious trauma is more prevalent than the research suggests and often is a contributing factor to many of the problems that bring people to therapy, including depression, anxiety, and relationship difficulties. For this reason, religious trauma deserves careful attention” (Stone 2013, p. 324). Furthermore, Marlene Winell (2012) coined "religious trauma syndrome" (RTS) to describe the distress from "toxic theology." This refers to authoritarian religious doctrines demanding strict adherence, often equating disobedience to damnation.

In the case of Vlad, his mother was a Jehovah's Witness. This religious sect is banned under Russian law despite an estimated 175,000 followers in the country. In 2017, Russia’s Supreme Court found the organization guilty of inciting religious hatred by "propagating the exclusivity and supremacy" of their beliefs. Subsequent to  Russian anti-extremism laws extending to non-violent groups in 2007, placing it into the same category as neo-Nazis and members of al Qaeda.

To understand this, we must first look into Vladik’s childhood leading up to this point. Vlad’s father, a former Russian soldier who served in Afghanistan for several years, sustained brain damage from an assault, making him aggressive toward his family, leading to frequent physical abuse over his wife, parents, and even his son. He was also an alcoholic, where his violence would worsen when intoxicated. By the age of 10, his parents had filed for a divorce and he lived under the custody of his mother in a rundown apartment with poor conditions because they could not afford amenities.

Following this, his mother had renowned her faith. Neighbors described her as a devout follower who spent a lot of time in prayer. They recounted that she had barely any concern for Vlad due to being too focused on her faith, but there were many instances of her controlling nature towards her son’s life. According to Vlad’s profile background, his mother would frequently punish him for disobeying rules of her faith. Although he accompanies her in services, he does not recognize himself as a follower. He publicly expressed his contempt on Jehovah’s Witnesses as, “some kind of fools who dance and sing.” A friend of his had also expressed that the two would often make fun of the community. Despite these differences, Vlad still appeared to care for his  mother and understood that she had no other means of coping and did not have a community to interact with since she had no friends or relatives close by. With this, he made sure to spend time with her, yet we can discern that these regulatory rules are merely pushed unto him.

Vlad was not allowed to engage in hobby classes, amateur activities, or even watch movies as the faith forbids these activities. According to his VK chats with Liza Panchenko, his favorite movies were Stand by Me, Pulp-Fiction, and Lost Highway. However, he stated, “I didn’t watch any good movies after 2005”. Though this may be a speculation, one of the possible reasons for this is because he was forbidden by his mother. However, despite her warnings, it is clear that he still would go against her.

Vlad became sports-obsessed and developed an interest in weaponry, violence, neo-nazism, war, and killers. Despite occasionally picking up fights and being placed on the “chair of shame” by his college director, Vlad was reserved and withdrawn from others. His friends had described him as a loner, who was quiet and avoided making friends, rather talking about topics of violence, especially about Columbine. He had no intimate relationships or sense of future and practically only attended school because he was forced by his parents. He did not see any future and saw no escape other than death. Even with an interest in violence and guns himself, he expresses a disdain towards joining occupations like the armed forces.

Moving forward, it is crucial to recognize that the psychological distress caused by religious trauma can manifest into Nihilistic ideology. According to Alfred Alder, a psychoanalyst who founded individual psychology, human behavior is motivated by our unique experiences and the perceptions we garner off of these. To him, humans are driven by goals and we aim for superiority by striving for these goals which are molded by our values and aspirations. These in turn develop into a lifestyle that affects us in different aspects of our behavior.

Furthermore, Alder speculated that psychological development occurs when people pursue meaningful goals, though factors can disrupt this process. Exchanging the feeling of self-superiority with inferiority and emptiness. When one lacks any meaningful goal, they are devoid of any means to stay motivated because they have no inherent cause that may allow them to “live”. 

From a nihilistic perspective, the absence of inherent meaning in existence can lead individuals to view life as a mere distraction. You exist, yet you do not truly live—merely passing time because life feels more like an obligation than a will. This allows you to fade into a concept and lose touch with your humanity. You become a mere entity in this world so vast that it cannot accompany the hatred you bear for it because you are insignificant. You see yourself as nothing, born out of your lack of purpose, therefore you are nothing.

To tie this into the conversation, trauma and abuse can disrupt the process of finding and garnering purpose, hindering the creation of goals and instead, promoting nihilistic attitudes. This includes religion, which can either be an antidote or a poison. 

Religious trauma can be a  catalyst for promoting nihilistic thinking. Taking Vlad as an example, when individuals are subjected to oppressive religious doctrines that instill shame, fear, and guilt – it can lead to an inflated sense of despair. This dread of being trapped in a system that dictates your worth and purpose fuels the tendencies to lean into nihilistic ideologies. You are cornered with no escape despite religion itself being a form of solace and escapism made for believers to feel less in despair. Vlad's strict upbringing in a religious environment and controlling mother contributed to his growing resentment towards religion and humanity itself. This lack of free will over his beliefs and choices only amplified this sense of dread over being powerless. Further alienating him from others because he believes that no one will truly help him, not even God.

If God is not there to help and save him and there are no means of a divine intervention in his life, then he will be the intervention himself. He is the destruction the world has insistently brought upon his life in the form of unforeseen circumstances. He is the “judgment” that he has been taught to fear. He is the delusion that he has created because of his fixation over power. He is hatred. He shall not speak of evil, nor hear it, or see it. So, in turn, he is the embodiment of the evil he is taught to not be. 

Hatred, just like anger, does not come from evil but mistreatment. Though in this case, it is amplified to a point it becomes visceral. Vlad's constant exposure to religious extremism and the trauma he endured further deepened his nihilistic perspective and in turn, developed his trauma into a projection of an image of hatred over things he cannot control: his life and the people around him. Moreover, the trauma from his father's abuse and his mother’s overbearing nature only developed a deep-rooted cynicism towards conventional structures. In his belief, if he is controlled by anything but himself, it is evil.

To conclude, religion has a profound impact on an individual's psyche. It has the ability to either heal a person or destroy them completely. Vlad’s life is a perfect example of how one’s religious trauma can manifest into a distortion of their worldview, ultimately leading to them seeing no other escape in this miserable existence other than death.

[girlactionfigure]

Never been there but has a strong opinion..

By: Vladik Sandler ולדיק סנדלר

TICP - The Israeli Cartoon Project

[biggerpenis1488]

｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ハロウィーンの衣装を満たしています！♪♫*•♪

in my telegram channel, they chose the costume that I would draw

and in the end, Pizzano won... Okay, I've drawn it.🍕

[zhivaoverdrive]

Under the soft illumination of the lamp, Hana could now see that she had been wildly mistaken. There was no canopy, no tent, no net. A middle-aged woman's head was visible at the top of what was evidently a bed. Meaning, that was all her? Hana gasped despite herself. It's a woman under a blanket…

--- Chapter 1

The fragrant mix of cheap perfume and industrial chemicals filled her nostrils as he cracked open the door.

Of course a strip club has a back room like this, shady dealings have to happen somewhere.

She was nervous. But whatever this stuff even was, if it was something new, then she needed it. She’d scratch and claw her way out of this building if that's what it took. If this stuff was the silver bullet, the one to dull the paralysing itch, to stop the crumbling fissures…

“Why couldn’t we do this outside? What's the problem? I’ve got the money, I only want one,” Hana said, stopping a few paces short, her eyes darting down the corridor at what she knew had to be an exit to the street.

Sure it was cold out there, it was always cold in Vladik. But the whole group she’d found waiting for her in the alleyway were kitted out for it. She could make out their heating coils, spots where the frost wouldn’t form, around their necks, a few arms. Standard stuff, even nanotech can freeze up here.

Not the cold, don't be stupid. No one here is cold except me.

She would go in, she’d do it. But if something behind that door tore the fissure open any wider, then all bets were off. At least the heavies with heat sources up their sleeves were gone. Hana had the impression that were she to spiral in front of that group, she’d not wake from it. And lately, a spiral was a serious possibility at all times.

“Relax darling, I’m your friend, I’ll even let you try before you buy. But… this is not something for a dark alleyway. We just had to feel you out, that was no place to do business” said the man, the harsh neon light reflecting off his shaved head and dark sunken eyes, lending little support to his claims of friendship. With his cold gear off, Hana could see that while well out of his physical prime, the obligatory nanotechnology and even some muscle were on display.

Hana clenched her teeth. Old her, 2071 her, would have been too smart to come here. She’d have used a proxy, or a dead drop, degrees of separation. Anything but walk through the nondescript door of The Bottom. But she couldn’t afford to remember any of that, not when one wrong thought would cascade into an avalanche of them. —

The room was dimly lit save for a large monitor screen sat flush with the wall, the bright flashes of a music video exposing the room at 172 beats per minute.

“Over there is Candy, don’t worry about her, she probably can’t even hear you” said the man, as he gestured to a corner containing what *seemed* to be a bed with a canopy over it, or a mosquito net? In the dim light, she’d not have guessed anyone was in there. The large indistinct form had struck her more as some manufacturing element that she didn’t want to know about.

Not paranoid. Not careful enough. There’s someone in there? Get this over with.

The man took one of the cheap plastic seats sitting around a card table and gestured that she do the same. “Now, Pirska-2, I’m going to assume you’ve never had it? Since I don’t know you” he said, his cold stare boring right through the front of her skull, like it could see through to the damage inside.

Hana tried to calm herself down, breathe slowly, to not look like what she really was. “I only just heard about it. Which surprised me, but here we are” she said shortly, cards remaining close to her chest.

“I don’t advertise, if that's what you're asking. It’s not for everybody. Alpha’s cheaper, people like it. Less work” said the man, matter of factly, as he slowly withdrew a cassette of vials from his pocket.

“I.. I don’t. Alpha doesn’t work for me” she said slowly, her strained mind more focused on observing every minute movement of the man's hand, if it went for another pocket she’d bolt. Alpha made her worse, but that was likely already evident.

“You can relax. Here. Try one, if you like it, buy the other one. These things don’t matter to me, I’ve only got them because Candy needs it” he said, withdrawing one vial and placing it down on the table.

She looked at the vial, seeing a problem and kicking herself for not bringing the solution.

“Do you have a vape..” she said quietly. The words coming out of her mouth before she could muster the power to think about them.

“You don’t have a socket darling?” chuckled the man condescendingly. “Someone like you. I’d never have believed it”.

Hana didn’t like the look in his eye. He had just won and she HAD just lost, though what they were playing for wasn’t clear. That was more than she wanted to share, much more. But the free trial was at arms length, fuck the risks. Double or nothing.

After wiping off a questionable looking vaporiser, she banged the whole vial without pause.

“Now, be patient, 10 minutes. Let’s go see Candy while we wait” said the man, his tone lightened, the indistinct haze of menace that surrounded him seemingly lifted, slightly.

Hana felt nothing yet. Her thoughts spun in a busy loop of checking the exit, watching the man and pushing any other thoughts back down. Whatever this stuff was, it hadn’t dulled the buzzsaw in her mind yet.

“Candy” said the man softly, pushing the holobutton of a lamp which stood in the corner.

Hana’s busy loop of thoughts stopped in its tracks. THAT was Candy?

Under the soft illumination of the lamp, Hana could now see that she had been wildly mistaken. There was no canopy, no tent, no net. A middle-aged woman's head was visible at the top of what was evidently a bed. Meaning, that was all her? Hana gasped despite herself. It's a woman under a blanket… 2072, you think you’ve seen it all. But she’d never seen this.

Candy’s huge spherical breasts stood proud, protruding what must nearly be an arms length, straight up into the air. They seemed to almost be immune to the effects of gravity, an illusion betrayed only by the deep indentations on the surface of the bed. Far from immunity, it seemed that Candy’s body experienced gravity in a very significant way.

An askew corner of the blanket revealed all, overstressed pale skin littered with a spiderweb of blue veins and stretch marks. This was undoubtedly biological, not nanotech.

Candy stirred, struggling to open her eyes. When she finally succeeded and tilted her head to face the source of the voices, one giant breast popped out from behind the blanket, locking its distorted, off-centre eye right with Hana’s.

“Hel…o” Candy croaked. “Whatcha… more?” she continued slowly, looking at the unfamiliar face questioningly. “Church day? Need … my coat”

This ‘Candy’ was off her rocker. Hana had lived poorly of late and knew what withdrawals looked like, though withdrawals from what, she wasn’t so sure. Hana didn’t know what to think. She’d heard about what used to pass for ���implants’ before the nanotech arrived and changed the world. But those tits, christ. She’d met countless cashed up lowlives with enough hard and software crammed in their body to run a spaceport. But she’d never seen tits like that. What were they for? Where does someone even buy them? Which corp makes something so pointless? Hana spun through these questions, but couldn’t see how this woman fit into the world she knew, at all.

“Sorry Candy, our new friend here just wanted to meet you, you can go back to sleep if you want” said the man, turning the lamp back off.

As they returned to the card table, Hana’s mind expanded its frantic loop ever so slightly. She considered the exit to the street, monitored the man for unexpected movements, tried to reason out what Candy was for, but most importantly she polled the time, counting down the remaining minutes until her ‘Pirska’ would lift off. —

“Don’t ask, turned up that way. Wanted a job but she didn’t sell for shit” said the man jovially as he poured himself spirit from an unmarked bottle, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Perhaps exploitation of the desperate WAS normal for him.

“No socket either. Not a nano in her entire body as far as I can tell. Though you can’t get much out of her most days. Pff, church! When was the last time you saw a church open”.

“But she’s quite an anomaly. Her body obviously, blown up like a weather balloon, she can hardly walk. Not afraid of the surgery table that one” he chuckled, the menacing aura floating up behind him in a thick fog, illuminated at the same 172 beats per minute cadence.

“But then no socket? Very strange”. “They were *giving* the sockets away for decades. Free nanotech. The wretches who camp in the market have sockets! Even the ones without shoes!” the man said, waving his glass vigorously.

“Now you turn up and ask for a vaporiser as well…” he said, the tone clearly suggesting it was time for her to explain.

I can't… answer that. Can’t think about it, Hana thought, holding the floodgate closed with every fibre of her strength. She tightened her loop; watch the man, reach the exit. Now.

But the buzzsaw in the base of her brain had accelerated, her ears were ringing and her death grip on the table was all that kept her upright. She was no longer in the sleazy back room of a strip club in Vladik. She was in a void containing nothing but static, noise and pain. But she’d been here before. Have to ride it out.

The void didn’t contain a card table, but she was seated. It did contain the bottle, which she drank to the last drop. She sprung up, wheeled around and faced the dark shape that should have been the man.

“I do have one!” she shouted. “But it’s fucked. BECAUSE I’M FUCKED”.

Her hands closed around something solid. All she saw was static, but it was there. She swung it wildly at what used to be a wall, with all her malnourished might.

Brandishing a smaller piece of the static, Hana traced a slow semi circle, but she couldn’t see the dark shape any longer.

“Stay the FUCK away from me” she said.

Over soon. In truth, it should have been over already. The fissure inside her brain where her past had been burned out would never let her stay too long. Never long enough to get a grasp of it. Something would push her in, some trigger. She’d get lost in here, any attempt to figure it out would lead only to more pain and more static, then she’d pass out.

It really should have ended by now though. But I can still think? It hurts, who cares.

Discarding her appendage, Hana pulled her hair aside and put her finger to the scarred inoperational socket hidden beneath, feeling its outline, trying to remember what happened, fighting the crescendo of searing pain trying to put the inside of her brain on the outside.

Trying to remember why she was in the frozen shithole of Vladivostok, why she was an empty husk with a hole in her brain where her nanotech used to be.

The room was coming back into focus. The flashing light emanated from the TV, the smashed plastic chair with a leg embedded into the cheaply constructed interior wall.

This is new.. I’m awake. I remember holding the chair Pirska… 

Hana felt her mind begin to slow back down to a pace she could control. She began to think, instead of just reacting. There was no man, but there was the exit, ajar, unlocked. She could simply leave.

“Jesus, it actually works…” she said out loud, her eyes scanning the room with an understanding and clarity that had been absent for as long as she could remember.

Patting her pocket, she found her money was still there, though the second vial it was intended for was nowhere to be seen.

She heard a small rustle of fabric from the corner of the room, such a minute detail would never have penetrated her manic loop in normal circumstances.

Candy…

[artsy-trash-panda]

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@momolady / @momosmonsters

Some of my faves

Werewolves : Beau | Big Billy

Orcs : Ozren 1 ; 2 ; 3 | Uram | Maim | Rube 1 ; 2 ; 3 | Mr Vladik | Roald 1 ; 2 ; 3 | Rogan 1 ; 2

Others : Mask the slasher

Minotaurs : Codras 1 ; 2 ; 3 | Brifsteinn 1 ; 2 | Mac | Deo

@thetravelerwrites masterlist

Rantha | Declan | Thandur | Feera

Ravadhi | Varik

@monstersandmaw / @monstersandmawarchive masterlist one and two

Khuruz | Brenn | Kelyn | Lasza | Curran & Nil | Thur'khul |

@snowkissedmonsters masterlist

Obsidian and kitty | Úlla and Hawthorne

[sergeifyodorov]

favorite current player from every team?

>:]

BOS - pasta (love hate relationship) (only bruin i can fully embrace when leafs arent playing them tbh)

BUF - i have few strong feelings towards most sabres but i think ras dahlin. because he sucks <3

DET - moris.... alex lyon close second tbh

FLA - sergei bobrovsky. see boston

MTL - slaykovsky (or arber maybe?)

OTT - claude.

TBL - this is a difficult one but my beautiful eyebrowless mother steven stamkos probably numero uno

TOR - auston (virgo)

CAR - seth jarvis, who is great because unlike the deep jock bro attitude that permeates seemingly every other hockey boy, or even the slight self-importance of the various and sundry catholic school types, he possesses the good-natured self-deprecation instincts of a right proper Normal Bitchass Gen Z

CBJ - i am a patrik laine shooter forever and always

NJD - nico. he's hot

NYR - igor because that man is both an elite goaltender AND a man with some of the most beautiful eyes on the planet. sympathies to my fellow only child of divorce artemi panarin also

NYI - barzy...?

PHI - if i didn't say teekay id be rounded up in the streets and shot. good thing it's teekay though

WSH - class of 15 instincts say dylan first overall pick disease and my dick say ovi

ARI - SOOOO hard to choose because i need firmly for alex kerfoot to know that i want him to come back to leafland but also clayton keller is out there... clay. picking clay

CHI - bedsy obviously. eyebrow twins <3

COL - good stick lehky the universe may be committed to making ppl forget about you constantly by making you get injured all the time. but EYE have not forgotten

DAL - wyatt johnston my english classmate <- before you ask. no i have never actually met this man it's a joke about him being my age and torontonian

MIN - flower

NSH - difficult choice... ror and evangelista both delights but juuse saros... juuse saros my beloved

STL - vladik tarasenko. he's still a blue in my HEART ok actual real answer is brayden schenn but i wish the blues tanked for and successfully got celebrini or bedard or something because like. their current Narrative Relevance is being "jordan binnington's team" and that's not a fate any hockey team deserves

WPG - i think we should ask hockey players who the most underrated player in the league is again but we should tell them beforehand if they pick sasha barkov they get pepper sprayed. anyway if im a hockey player in that situation im answering nik ehlers

ANA - that adorable child with the stutter leo carlson

CGY - naz

EDM - connie

LAK - kopi

SJS - it USED to be duke but now we can't have nice things (loving happy family etc) so purely because of various sharks and sharks-adjacent mutuals i have, im taking a hard turn into creaturehood and picking ekky

SEA - who is on this team

VAN - quinnifer always forever no doubt about it

VGK - the spiritual and transgender bond i share with jack eichel cannot be broken

[gebo4482]

VLADIK BRUTAL | Official Trailer

Steam

[vodyaniks]

You know how the Devorak siblings pronounce eachothers name's a bit different (as well as Mazelinka i think??)

Like Ilya- Ilyushka, Portia - Pasha

I made a list of how i would do the same with some other Arcana names

Nadia- Naden'ka, Nadyusha,

Asra- Asrik(??)

Portia- Pashen'ka, Pavlik (kinda sounds like a bird name)

Ilya- Ilyusha, Ilyushka,

Muriel- Murochka, Murzik (a common cat name that means purr)

Lucio- Luchik (sounds like the word sunshine), Lusya

Valdemar- marchik, martik, Vladya, Vladik, Vladyusha

Valerius- Valera, Valerchik, Valya

Volta- Volya, Voltyusha

Faust- Faustyusha, faustik

Malak- Malchik(??? Literally means lil boy)

[knightofreveries]

Do you have any plans to turn the little fleas into stickers..? [bats eyelashes and looks up at you in an attempt to convey cuteness but it just looks weird]

They really are like little gummies to me, what flavor would vlad jr and stasya be I wonder…

I do! I am hoping to have proper sticker sheet mockups done soon. I would like for them to be grouped depending on their faction, but that is up in the air until I can see what people are interested in.

P.S. Please don’t try to eat the fleas, they taste terrible. Vladik and Stasya in particular! They have a bitter, metallic taste like sucking on pennies. Ewwwwww…

[d4ro]

A séance with my 18 yo self :""