#vladik on style

[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 ͡°)

[rosiross]

I hope there are days when your coffee tastes like magic, your playlist makes you dance, strangers make you smile, and the sky touches your soul. I hope every day you fall in love with your life a little more. But most of all I hope you learn to love yourself above everything🐉 📸 @be_in_black 👗 @missguided . #quotes #quotestoliveby #motivation #mindset #style #sunrise #rooftop #skywalker #extremephotography #russia #vladivostok #artlovers #fashion #lifestyleblogger #vladik #suit #instagrammers #igers (at Primorsky Krai) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxFFA7bHeVC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pee298gsdfq

[jessamygriffin]

The Legend

Dear @youcantdothatpod

Hello, Hockey Coven, it is I, one of the two responsible for the Pierre-Édouard Bellemare DreamBoat Manifesto of old, penning this under my normal Tumblr journal instead of the hockey one for no good reason, and I come to you, with respect, and with full knowledge of certain coven members love of Russian players (though this one is not a Siberian) to ask for either a history lesson or dream boat nomination for my guy - for having an interesting life, to say the least. He is my favorite Russian player. Yes, possibly even over Ovi. 

And yet he never made the NHL.

Oh. My. GOD. some listeners must be thinking at this point. Why even BOTHER with this guy??? he’s not in the fucking NHL!

(And can I just say, in this case, we must never be the Bettmans of the hockey world, who was bloated with hubris thinking to bring hockey like a Messiah to the unenlightened Asian continent a few years back [ha ha fuck off, they’ve had hockey here as long as the NHL has existed? I live in Japan btw] and we must not think that the NHL is the end-all-be-all of hockey aspiration. It wasn’t. It isn’t. Times were different. There wasn’t even a KHL at the time our story begins.)

I bring him to your attention because he is THE BEST.

His story begins in the Siberian IHL, passing a pretty tough try-out as a kid to start playing for the Red Army team, CSKA Moscow.

I feel like I ought not throw in all his info here? Maybe just a few highlights? And some comments. Ok who am I kidding it will get long.

Here: Vladislav Tretiak.

Vladislav Aleksandrovich Tretiak, goalie, current president of the IIHFR.

He won a lot of shit. I’ll just link the Wiki here - it’s a list.

He looks kinda like Spock, but in the best red-blooded ways, not that I would ever judge anyone for wanting to get freaky with a green-blooded half-alien. His goalie training looks a lot like cossack dance.

(MUTE THIS VIDEO THO)

There’s some other worse quality vids of him doing similar and playing with his son, so. There’s that. Skip ahead to the tennis ball part.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrfOsCVakvs

He started hockey kinda late, at age 11.

And Canadian hockeys LOVED him. *See below pic of jersey swap with Wayne Gretzky for proof.

Really, you gasp. Say it ain’t so! Impossible!!!

Truth.

How did the so-called hockey world (which of course was based in NA according to old boring hockey men) discover this Dumbo-eared wunderkind? The 1972 Summit Series.

(Yes, he grew his hair out and covered the mudflaps, and it was MUCH BETTER, sorry Vladdy.)

‘Ho hum,’ said the Canadians, ‘Russia thinks they are good at hockey, how ‘bout we have the Summit Series and quash their pretensions? That gold medal in Sapporo? a FLUKE. Ha ha, look at their goalie, this will be a cakewalk, he let in EIGHT GOALS in this game we just saw, oh well, let’s go have a beer and light up a dart, eh, boys? Eight games, pfft. We’ll sweep them.’

Joke was on them - Vladdy or Vladik was gettiing married the next day and weirdly? Couldn’t concentrate.

Summit Series ended up with one tie, 3 Russian wins and 4 Canadian, with the Canadians playing their dirty rough style, and the Russians their smooth, machine-cog style. That series was a gongshow of biased refereeing, Russian goal judges not turning on goals lights, and teams leaving the bench to have Canadian or Russian tantrums. Actual ankle-breaking occured.

Canadians had two goalies. Russian had one. He was 20. My boy. He KILLED it. And to say the Canadians were pretty horned about about this alien cheekboned man-child after expected a blow-out? MASSIVE understatement, HUGELY horny. As they should have been. Ken Dryden LOVED him. Jacques Plante himself, maybe feeling sorry for the kid, came and talked to him before the tournament started and let him know how different players would try to score. ‘A big help,’ Vladdy said. ‘I don’t know why he did that.’  LOTS of players were in awe. Canada was turned upside, Toronto became Tijuana and nothing was ever the same. The Interest in Russian Players was, officially, a Thing. (Kharlamov was a big part of the interest but that’s a whole ‘nother story.)

The horniness was, in fact, so uncontainable that several NHL teams expressed an interest, and one team was bold enough to draft him in 1983, when he was the ripe age of 31, which at the time was not TOTALLY hockey-old for goalies and players like it is now. Yes, the Habs. Consider that 3 years later rookie Patrick Roy backstopped the Canadiens to several Stanley Cups, and imagine what they could have been even earlier, with Tretiak. HOooooO.  Serge Savard hit up Moscow four times during the winter of ‘84 to try and secure his release.

Russian wouldn’t let him go, of course. Tretiak was a only lieutenant-colonel in the Soviet army, and not playing the high level hockey he had previously, and thusly COULD be replaced in the system. Soviet officials ultimately vetoed a transfer. “Oooh his dad was a major, how can we let this son of a distinguished man go and play HOCKEY, it’s a disGRACE!” Or at least that’s what we were told. Okay, Jan.

He quit playing at age 32. Thirty fucking two!!!  He’d done his 4th Olympics in a row by this point in 1984, and had the honour of carrying the flag for his nation, though he said it was probably because no one else had done 4 Olympics in a row. He wanted to spend more time with his family, and asked Tikhonov, coach of the national team and CSKA to let him have, ya know. Quality family time. (You’ll remember this douche from previous Russia Hockey Stories.) Tikhonov said, no, you live at the compound like everyone else for 11 months of the year. Ah ha ha.

Roll back a few years, for a grudge. Tretiak, if you’ll recall from the Miracle on Ice, was pulled from the game against the Americans by ol’ Tikky after letting in ONE (1) goal in the first period. All the Russians knew, but would never say until much much later, what a massive mistake that was - and you know the Miracle story anyway. Tretiak said himself it was a mistake, and he wouldn’t have lost the game. 

So, all things considered, in spite of having loads of playing life left in those kicky legs, Tretiak noped out and retired, for the reason of  being denied time with his family. And not getting to go abroad to play, which was probably a bitter pill and so quitting while he was still useful was a good Fuck You to the officials who used him up like a tissue playing hockey for his team and country. And of course, he was exhausted. At age 32.  "I'd played fifteen years with the Army Club and the National Team without a break. Backup goalies came and went, as did three generations of forwards and defensemen, but through four Olympic Games, all the important ones with the professionals, all the World Championships, all the Izvestia tournaments, it was I who played in the net."

Frankly, he should have just defected like others did later. Sent his family to watch him in a tournament and done a Sound-of-Music-esque Von Tretiak escape out the Zamboni exit, over the mountains and far away.

He would have been the first if he had. One of the most famous players in Russia, leaving for a career in the corrupt West. I’m glad he at least thought about it a little, even if it never happened. God, that would have been great. I’m glad that the NHL were able to pull their xenophobic heads from their asses enough to know greatness, and to want that brilliance shining on their teams.

But really, in the end, the man done him dirty. “In spite of aggressive discussions with Soviet authorities, Canadiens' general manager Serge Savard was unable to secure Tretiak's release for Montreal. "I would have loved to play in the Forum," Tretiak admits. "I was hoping to one day play in the NHL. I would have liked to do it even for just one season. Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way. I regret not having the chance." “

Still, the NHL and hockey in NA didn’t forget him. There were laurels left to be given.

He was the first Russian to be inducted into the HHoF, and the first to be entered without ever having played in the NHL.

Was he done with hockey? Heck no. Remember when I said Canadians loved him? It may have been mentioned a time or five.

In 1988, hockey royalty got married - Wayne Gretzky and Janet Jones. Befitting royalty, her dress cost $40,000, and gifts filled three rooms of the hotel. Notably, amongst them was a gold swan from a certain Soviet goalie Vladislav Tretiak. Why??? Swans are good luck, said Vladdy. They mate for life. And lo, the couple is still together.

In 1990, Mike Keenan hired him to be a goalie coach for the Blackhawks, and was (again) so turned on by his mastery that he suggested the 38 year could still play in the NHL? Vladik laughed and said no, but coaching was the next best thing. He worked with the best - Belfour, Hasek, Thibault, and you’ll be shocked that loads of tendies wear his #20 in tribute. He runs - or ran? website not updated in a while - the most challenging goalie school in NA in Toronto in summers.

He worked with the ‘Hawks until 2007, and then went on to be a pillar in Russian hockey leadership. Coach. Etc.

He wrote a book, which was really what got me into Russian hockey - it was wild to me at the time when I read it in high school some (Cough cough) years ago, so alien. But it’s chock full of the stories you love. His first coach Tarasov, wanted him because he was ‘tall’ (6′ is tall in Russia???) and had ‘huge hands’ and reminded him of Jacques Plante. The book’s pretty frank about hockey history and the role ‘Miracle on Ice’ played into a kind of American propaganda, which is refreshing. He was politely horrified by seeing Canadian players smoking. His training was bonkers, and included tree-climbing at speed. The Russian team was always trying new stuff, and one time decided on sports psychology, which a teammate helpfully volunteered Vladik for, ‘He’s the most important player, he’s the last defence, work with him!’ (since no one else wanted to). The positive thinking mantras seemed to work as at the next practice they were amazed by his clean play and kicks. But lol, no, next game he got blown out, and was probably glad to send the sports shrink on the way.

And he was crushed  when his teammate, Valeri Kharlamov, with whom he played so long, died at the young age of 33 in a car accident. But Kharlamov is a guy for another section of Hockey Histories.

So. This dream boat.

Ok. I know y’all prefer a defection story, and I think some listeners also? But. Here’s the thing. It’s sexy and romantic but also traumatic as fuck to ditch your country, your life in that political climate, to play the game. And dangerous,  shit man. 1983. U.S.S.R.!!! People still got disappeared! It was fine to treat players like garbage and lock them up for months in a compound and not let them see family! And I sometimes get the feeling that people consider the NHL the pinnacle, like, what a fool is Tretiak? who wouldn’t throw away everything to play NHL hockey? But that’s like, Bettman thinking, that the NHL is the best and perfect when we all know it’s fucking garbage, I know the current KHL has issues, SO MANY it would be a three hour podcast to talk about! So there’s no high ground, really. And in the end, Vladislav Tretiak made a choice that did good by himself, going on to a successful post-hockey career and the upper echelons of Russian hockey, and did well by his family, and of course, being patriotic is sexy, as anyone screeching at their team during the current World Cup of hockey knows. It’s okay that he stayed there. It’s fucking sexy NOT to defect, sometimes. Dude was a champion either way, his life is not a tragedy or lesser for not having played in the NHL and I really want people to know that. 

"For me, it was all, and all of it is with me forever."

Yes, there is life and hockey beyond the NHL. 

And it’s beautiful.

[juniiperx]

If you haven't heard, (original tweet was deleted, thread still remains)

DeviantArt created an AI generator using the database of all the art in the platform where everyone was originally opted-in by default and to opt-out you had to fill in a form that may take days to be revised and could get rejected, allowing DeviantArt essentially steal all of your artwork.

They listened to the people and made it so every art is opted-out by default in this other tweet.

Although they "fixed" it but as of now have yet to apologize to all the artists the platform has offensively dared to steal from... in my eyes, DeviantArt is dead.

I also consider twitter dead in my eyes but that's another story and irrelevant to what I wish to discuss.

Because of the horrible executive actions DeviantArt, I have removed my past presence from the platform and I want to talk about my finds.

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DeviantArt, in the past, was a very influential platform for little ol' me so going back to remove my old art was a trip down memory lane.

There was a total of four accounts. I always struggled with identity online and because you needed to pay to change username, i simply made a new account instead. It was... nice. I saw four stages of my art growth that made me nostalgic.

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The first account I went to was my latest account, 2019-2020.

It had my most recent artwork with little to no description. It was no cause of nostalgia because it was my latest and still had art that I consider okay. It was my most urgent to remove from the platform trying to steal it.

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The second account I visited was of 2016-2019. Apparently by 2018-2019 was when I started spending most of my time on Amino since there's a couple of posts drawing OCs of people from Amino. Despite mainly spending my time on another platform, I still posted occasionally to DeviantArt.

But let's talk about the past first, 2016-2017, my second most active year on DeviantArt. I posted drawings of my OCs and characters I simply designed for the sake of it with a brief description.

This was my first drawing posted on that account:

"Vladik" nov 29, 2016

This is a fellow character of mine named Vladik (whatarelastnames) who's from a story that I may write. I'm also gonna write a better description than this later but for now satisfy with a one sentence explanation.

He's that typical shy guy at first that the more you get to know, the more annoying and flirty he'll get as well as his edgy, dark past and- oh the pain! (making fun of my own characters ftw) but even with that he keeps that little smile as his past events haunts his mind... becuz he secretly edgy

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Yeah, I was young and had recently figured out how to use a drawing tablet. My biggest art inspiration that contributed to my current style was the youtuber "LeslieLu Marie" (great artist, check her out).

Looking back at it, oh how I wish I had explained more... This character, back then, was one of my main OCs I'd think about a lot and even used for roleplays with my friend. I had a very detailed and tragic backstory for him that I no longer remember since it was such a long time ago.

The vague memory I have, he was a soldier (?) and had a group of friends but one friend went against him so he had to kill his friend. Years after, his dead friend came back for revenge (?). He truly doesn't fit the design but looking back, how fun heh. It's fun to look back at what younger me was creating, elaborate plots and relationships, all the things that shape my current story.

All the other characters were in similar fashion, either being a mere design or being a very detailed OC with complex backstories. Unfortunately, it's all stories lost to time because I never wrote detailed descriptions. I can never know the stories I had planned because I was very secretive, I kept it secret from my own friend because I wanted to be mysterious and only reveal it once I have an established comic/novel. The sad reality is that, that day never came... and those stories became secret to my own self as I read back only to find nothing.

The OC story I remember the most is of Vladik and I already wrote what I remembered, it's not a lot... the fact that I may never remember what these characters were was slightly upsetting for me.

This was my last drawing posted to that account and also my first and only traditional drawing:

"Snek boi" Jan 13, 2019

Oh wow traditional art o^o

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...I vaguely remember that he had a name and story but I recall no details of it. Again, his story is a mystery to myself.

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The other account was 2015, the creepypasta phase.

Let's briefly talk of the backstory and mentality of 13 yr old me:

I was introduced to DeviantArt and Wattpad before that age and now I was old enough to actually use the internet and those platforms without lying about it online.

I thought "Jeff the Killer" was hot and that his story was sad and therefore excused the murders. I wanted and eventually did make my own creepypasta (lost to time) and I remember I had two creepypasta OCs, my Jeff the Killer rip-off named "Crooked Smile" and my Liu rip-off named "Cody"... obsessed with Jeff the Killer is an understatement.

I believed the only valid way for me to post art was digital art and that traditional art wasn't good enough to be post and if I did post it, it was of no use because my camera was crappy and it'd look bad either way. Therefore, I drew my creepypasta OCs but I never posted them because they were all traditional.

I pirated Paint Tool Sai... as I'm sure most artists did back then, right?

I was now involving myself more with the horror community because of creepypasta and I still interact with media involving horror movies (Mista GG) and stories involving murder and other (MrBallen).

(No, I do not and will never consider myself part of True Crime Community.)

And then I moved from being obsessed with Jeff the Killer to being obsessed with Ben Drowned and that's when I started posting on that DeviantArt account on 2015.

Backstory over, let's go over to my first drawing posted on that account:

"*Warning*" Jan 1, 2015

As it says there I'm a creepypasta-fan, soooooooooooo... I draw creepy stuff

(I draw horrible T-T)

well at least I finished the drawing and OMFG! it took me ALOT of time to draw it

first: I drew the boy in paint XP (or something like that) but I couldn't leave it like that with no background

second: sooooooo... I went to paint tool sai to do the background, but people wont understand WHY did I drew it soooooo...

third: I went to paint to put a text and FINALLY I finished and I'm so happy

I don't know who the f**k is he... maybe Ben idk do you think that he could be my OC because only the eyes are similar to Ben but nothing else right?

okay maybe its Ben in casual eating some kidneys with Jack? (nah... we all know that E.J. wont ever share his kidneys and Ben will never eat that right?Sweating a little...)

well whatever hope you enjoy it and leave a comment always helps me (please no critiques)

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EDIT: hahhahahaha no (2017)

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Oh my creepypasta phase... even though it's as one calls "cringe", I look back at those memories fondly. It was a weird but fun era for me, making those drawings of my "Ben Drowned" rip-off.

Myles Thorme, creepypasta name being "The Missing Thought", catchphrase: "Are you lost? Because I think you're missing." He was my most developed OC in public. He even had a comic and a completed journal with his backstory which is frankly... a hilarious read.

The best of this character is not the poorly drawn blood on his mouth or his hilarious choice of style but the fact that he was the one to help me connect to a community for the first time ever browsing the internet. You see, after making him, I looked up DeviantArt groups to join, something roleplay focuses because me and my friend would roleplay but since they moved, we haven't been able to do so. Because of that and because of my obsession with creepypasta, I found "Proxy High", a creepypasta fan group where slenderman was the director and was housing a bunch of creepypasta fan OCs that were his proxies.

This was my input to the group, and the first time I fully moved from MS paint to Paint Tool Sai:

"The Missing Thought/ Proxy High" Jan 3, 2015

For Proxy High

I only have one OC sooooooo. . . yeah nothing else[Green Link Sweat]

is the uniform okay? cause idk

and know I'm officially ready for rp I am a dummy!

(I forgot to say that in the school he's ANTI-social, but I HOPE he can finally find a friend)

Name: Myles Thorme

Proxy name: The Missing Thought

Nickname: Missing

Gender: Male

Age: 13

Class: Green

OC: yukkim.deviantart.com/art/

Back Story (how he became a proxy):

He went though the city, getting a new victim like always. He covered his face with his hoodie. When he finished his daily walk in the city he went into the woods. Lucky he found a young teenager wondering through the woods. Trying to forget what happened last he went to say hi.

"Hello", said Missing.

"Ah! you scared me, what's your name", said the girl.

"Are you lost?, Cause I think you're missing", said Missing.

"I am lost but not missing!", she said.

Immediately Missing stab her in the stomach, he kept stabbing her again and again. When she was unconscious on the floor, he got matchstick and burned her body. He ran away before the fire catch him. While he was running, he noticed that his knife was missing. He went back so there where no clue of his existents. He saw that the knife was on the girl that was now on fire. He grabbed his knife as quick as possible and went running. But then, he notice that the fire surround him. "Its the end, I'm dead", he said sitting there waiting for the fire to catch him. When the fire was inches of him, he heard a static from the distance. "Open your eyes Myles", said a mysterious voice. Missing was shocked. Nobody new his real name. "Well that doesn't makes sense", said Missing. He blinked and the fire was gone. Missing was surprised. He saw a tall man in suit but no face. "Ummmm. . . hi! thanks for saving me", he said waving his hand. He heard the static again it eventually got louder and louder, hurting Missing's ears. He fell unconscious on the floor by the static. He heard the faceless man. "You will work for a proxy", said the man.

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EDIT: this be were I met my friends Llama Emoji-50 (Whistling) [V3]

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Well isn't that a hilarious read? I posted this to the group which they surprisingly accepted me in and for the first time I had received an influx of comments starting roleplays. It was lots of fun roleplaying with so many people even if my OC was definitely one of the hilariously bad OCs the group had.

After gaining some... notoriety, I began making a comic about Myles life in the school. It didn't last long but oh I sure had fun making it.

I'm glad I wrote as much as I did about this character, even though it's such a bad character. I know him really well, know his story which was so dramatic and funny, and his relationships with others. He (and I) had a good friend which was a rip-off of "Ticci-Toby" but essentially the only difference was that she was a girl. We'd roleplay a lot until... well I started to grow out of the creepypasta phase and sadly, I left her behind. Where ever she or they are, I hope they're okay and remember this phase as fondly as I do.

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I left that account on 2016 when I got a drawing tablet and began learning how to use it which afterwards, I made the DeviantArt account I spoke of above. I did however, briefly came back to it on 2017, reading messages of old friends that had moved on from the creepypasta community. It was a bittersweet feeling to see messages but having abandoned them but in a way... it was a nice closure.

This, wasn't my last drawing posted there but I think it's the drawing that matters the most to move on from this chapter:

"Draw This Again" Apr 7, 2017

cuz y not make it a meme [Llama Emoji-66 (Orly) [V3]

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The last account I visited was my first ever DeviantArt account and it was made on 2014 when I was 12 yrs old. Yes, I lied online about my age to join DeviantArt.

I was drawn in by my friend who recommended me to read a comic they found about, at the time, favorite movie "Rise of the Guardians". The was a fan comic which involved an OC called "Mori the shifter". I loved that comic and it was the first comic I read and finished.

During that time, despite reading a comic with humanoid creatures, I was more into drawing feral and anthropomorphic animals. Essentially I was (and still consider myself to be) a furry.

In the old account, I'd draw furries and most of them had no story whatsoever. I had a fursona which I named "Happy" (because it was before I was diagnosed with persistent depression... cough).

There wasn't much on that account but I did revisited on 2016 for a redraw:

"Draw this again- Happy" Dec 9, 2016

2014 vs. 2016

Sooooo I found my old account in deviantart and damn... wtf iz dis shet I've seen some things - [Emoticon ... Nino Wants To Die] I then decided to re-draw it because.. why not?

Her name is supposed to be Happy because she's an optimistic lil sh!t

I don't care what she was in the past or what you all say but she gay...HA! GAAAAAY! (Emoticon) LOLOLOLOLOL

ALL DA HOMO :rainbowfrog:

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But there's something I have yet to mention about this account. I apparently had a story about a group of wolf friends? I wrote nothing related to them because I, again like my recent self, wanted to keep it a secret until I made a comic I never started. All I remember was a black wolf named Shadow who was the villain of the story.

I sadly don't remember any other details of the story...

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Before all this, before my slow transition to the online media on 2013 and before that... my childhood was spent drawing traditionally a comic about wolves and their adventures in the world which I have unfortunately lost the 4-6 completed notebooks (Yes, all the pages filled) of.

And before that? 2012 I believe I was roleplaying with "Littlest Pet Shop", having complicated stories inspired by the novelas my mother and I would watch before bed.

And before, before that? I was roleplaying irl with my friend about wolves, inspired by (and yes bare with me) "Alpha and Omega", the movie about wolves and "forbidden romance".

Before, before, before all that? I was just me being a kid. I still am me but as an adult I guess. It's alright, I'm having fun roleplaying with my current boyfriend. I'm thinking about elaborate stories and plots to do with him.

I had fun then and I'm still having fun and I hope my future self also has fun whatever they're doing.

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Why did I write all this?

Be cause if I could go back and change one thing about the past I'd do one thing... I'd write more. I'd tell my younger self to write down the silly little stories they have planned. Tell them that it doesn't matter if they have an audience or not because your own self is the best audience you will ever have.

You have no idea how much I wish I could know what was my younger thinking when I drew that purple wolf in 2014 or that snake character in 2019. How much I wish I could connect to my younger self like I can easily do with my 2015 creepypasta self.

So the real answer is, all this is for my future self. Hi, future self, enjoying the nostalgia trip? It's nice to look where you came from and compare to who you are now, no?

Whoever you are, whether it's myself or some random person online, wherever you are and however you are, please... look into your past fondly because your past is what shaped you into being you!

With that said, have a nice day/night :].

[theclydesdalerussian]

Manya Stats

Basic Information

Full Name: Manya Ivanovna Volkov

Nickname(s): The Russian

Age: 23

Date of Birth: April 20, 1994

Hometown: St. Petersburg, Russia

Current Location: Verse vary, Virginian woods(main), Alexandria(plot with @theprixrity)

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: Russian

Gender: CIS Female

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: biromanic/bisexual

Religion: Athiest

Political Affiliation: None(it’s the apocalypse?)

Occupation: Verse vary, Nomad(main), Hunter(plot with theprixrity)

Living Arrangements: Verse vary, woods with Vladik(main), living with Daryl(plot with theprixrity)

Language(s) Spoken: English, Russian

Accent: Russian

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Taissa Farmiga

Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde

Eye Colour: Hazel

Height: 5′4

Weight: 130lbs

Build: slim/atheletic

Tattoos: Clawed hand holding a dagger on upper left arm, vintage Native American girl on lower right arm.

Piercings: None

Clothing Style: Jeans, shirt, and a flannel shirt of some sort.

Usual Expression: She is the queen of resting bitch face

Distinguishing Characteristics: A small mole near her nose, scars on her back due to a childhood accident.

Health

Physical Ailments: None

Neurological Conditions: None

Allergies: Bullshit

Sleeping Habits: Normally sleeps at 9 on the dot alongside her horse(main), Big Spoon to Daryl(plot with theprixrity)

Eating Habits: Extremely limited, eats berries and hunted animals

Exercise Habits: Walker hunting

Emotional Stability: Roughly an 8 considering the circumstances.

Sociability: Lone wolf type, only shows tenderness towards Vladik

Body Temperature: Hot-Natured

Addictions: None

Drug Use: None

Alcohol Use: Loves the booze

Personality

Label: The Realist

Positive Traits: Fearless, Independent, Loyal, Tough

Negative Traits: Cynical, Grumpy, Quick-Tempered, Stubborn

Goals/Desires: To find out about her family back in Russia

Fears: Nothing(getting too close)

Hobbies: Hunting, Reading

Habits: Cigarettes, Alcohol

Favourites

Weather: Fall

Colour: Violet

Music: Led Zeppelin, American Country, Russian Rock

Movies: She liked watching Documentaries

Sport: Kill a Walker

Beverage: Fresca

Food: Deer, Squirrel(sometimes), Duck, Apples

Animal: Possum

Family

Father: Ivan Volkov-deceased?

Mother: Natasha Volkov-deceased?

Sibling(s): Angelina Volkov-deceased?

Children: None

Pet(s): Vladik-Clydesdale Horse

Family’s Financial Status: Middle Class

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

MBTI: ISTJ

Enneagram: Type 8-The Protector

Temperament: Melancholic

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Primary Vice: Wrath

Primary Virtue: Patience

Element: Earth

[deadvampire32]

the contrast with the romantic love interest with the nikiforov Katsuki children. Hanari and Vladik like each other but Vladik doesn't want to get involved with anyone as he feels it would distract from his career. Hanari understands this but doesn't think it should end like that, so with his calm natural charm and charisma he pursues the young Altin Plisetski. He is kind and knows his limits, he always tries to think about Vladik's comfortability. They also dote on their younger siblings. Liliya outright doesn't like JJ junior(triple J) as he is cocky arrogant and a ladies man (or as Hanari labels him a man whore). She thinks he plays to much so she never pays attention to his brash and flirtatious mannerism. Though she knows he isn't a right out jackass she knows any relationship would lead to heartbreak and she doesn't want that. She however likes his style and confidence which she lacks.

[starmaidens]

Henri - AW from Theresa Fryer on Vimeo.

Styled by Henri London henri.london Model: Freja Jenkin Music by Vladik - Sleep open.spotify.com/album/0GQyUP8vg5e9Y1OqVeJ7fU

[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.🍕

[biggerpenis1488]

I'm sorry that sometimes there are no art

I don't post because I don't have enough time. And my parents control me very much... I can't sit on the phone in the evening. So sometimes I don't have an idea.

@ronimarroni мы💥💣

[biggerpenis1488]

And here the Art is ready!)

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE PAY ATTENTION!

VIOLETIK AND PIZZELL ARE PREPARING COOKIES FOR YOU ^^｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Будете печеньки 🍪

[biggerpenis1488]

I have nothing to say yet, look at our colabb with my buns

We are the #Haters of Pizzano

The colabb had

@ronimarroni @shotgun00 The rest are from my tg channel

[biggerpenis1488]

By the way, I didn't show you this

But Vlad's redesign appeared!

[biggerpenis1488]

here is a small spoiler for the future animation

TO BE HONEST, I'VE ALREADY FUCKED UP.

Well, there's nothing to worry about

[biggerpenis1488]

°!!!TW!!!-bright colors°

SILLY ME (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

[biggerpenis1488]

YAY I'VE FINISHED IT! 😈

@ronimarroni ДА МЫ ЭЩКЭРЭ

[biggerpenis1488]

I'm messing with animation💥💥💥😝😜🤪

He will make his own hashtag