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THAT MODERN RUSSIAN LITERATURE AU

Eugene Onegin: drunk and singing karaoke at every high society party, Pechorin’s best friend and big brother

Pyotr Verkhovensky: stalking Stavrogin’s Instagram and Myspace, tagging their photographs #meandmybetterhalf #красавец #lookatthesuniinvented, otherwise respectable forthcoming world leader and your favourite politician

Nikolai Stavrogin: worked as model in spite of the strong disapproval of his mother while ‘studying’ = becoming notorious for his excessive debauchery in Petersburg, among his scandals marrying drunk because of a bet, being suspicious of various crimes including murders and speculations about his bromance (?) and collaboration on the election campaign with a young ambitious politician

Aleksey Kirillov: chooses ‘suicide and the postulate for existence of God in an a priori meaningless world’ as theme for school project (probably yelled Vive la republique! Liberté, egalité, fraternité ou la mort! after presenting his project and jumped out of the window which was, however, on the ground floor so nothing really happened except his reputation as ‘that nutty Les Mis fanatic…’ ever since)

Uncle Vanya: taking care of the estate, always doing work for others, complains about lethargy, follows healthy lifestyle blogs and tries the paleo diet but no matter, everything is same as ever

Pierre Bezukhov: socially awkward, unsuccessfully attempts to become a dandy, daydreaming about Napoleon in history class

Andrei Bolkonsky: cynical, disillusioned and depressed, disappointed by the reality of conservative values such as family life and military career gradually abandons his earlier beliefs and finds peace in unconventional relationship with a younger woman and general forgiveness for all, in other words becomes a Buddhist or some beat generation freak idk

Dmitry Karamazov: has existential moments in pubs, doesn’t even need to be drunk to act like an ass

Ivan Karamazov: too intelligent, everyone at school hates him, tired of his family, could have chosen theoretical physics but studies philosophy, morality is his fav problematic, sometimes throws altruist books against the wall

Alyosha Karamazov: never screams, always nice, helps small kids with their homework, rides a bicycle everywhere

Yuri Zhivago: wants to buy Red Velvet Cake Crème Frappuccino at Starbucks, buys Oreo Shake at Coffeeshop Company instead

Yermolai Lopakhin: tough childhood, sad eyes, successful business, marriage never

Rodion Raskolnikov: Nietzsche’s greatest fan, likes reading the Bible anyway, goes to anonymous alcoholics sessions just to declare that he’s fine and walk away, sometimes sleepwalking looking for a bloody sock (maybe that’s how he got the nickname Lady Macbeth), obsessed with cleanness, always thinks he has a red stain on his clothing and shoes, begins conversation with strangers by telling them about ideal murder

Dmitry Razumikhin: does pub crawls frequently, everyone’s favourite drinking pal, brings people home in his arms after three bottles of vodka

Anna Karenina: says shopping malls and birthday parties are dumb but still goes there, thinks she’s going to die each time she argues with the boyfriend or the boyfriend argues with the husband

Konstantin Levin: refuses to buy a smartphone, has own eco farm and environmentally friendly bio cosmetics label named Levinder, everything handmade!

Yevgeny Bazarov: gets PhD in medicine and doesn’t care, gets Nobel prize and doesn’t care, gets incurable disease leading to death and doesn’t care but he would like to kiss that girl he just saw through the window

Ilya Oblomov: lying in bed all day watching the same channel with soap operas and Bollywood dramas because he is too lazy to get up and fetch the remote control

Taras Bulba: dad of the year, likes listening to (Cossack) songs by Кубанский казачий хор [this means you should listen to their songs, I love them]

Dmitry Rudin: always talking about his dreams, going to America, starting jogging, learning Japanese and finding a girlfriend, gets invited on a date, doesn’t go, always bitching about politics, never voted

Behemoth: that fat black tomcat who is going to take over your apartment, yeah, that one lying on your couch

The Man from Underground: sits on a bench in the park and talks to himself, makes fun of himself and doesn’t mean it, compliments you and doesn’t mean it, forever alone

Pavel Chichikov: falsifying fuel consumption, making nonexistent trade agreements, doesn’t pay taxes, lmao why

Lev Myshkin: cinnamon roll too pure and good for this world, never dresses accordingly to the weather outside, doesn’t speak sarcasm, charity hero, unintentionally breaks every fragile object in 20 km distance, didn’t get the driver’s licence, pope’s rival

Nastasya Filippovna: girl growing up on Princess Diaries, steals your man, then cries, apologises to you, then slaps you

Grigory Pechorin: does nothing all day except partying and getting into fights, rotting with melancholy and futility of existence, watches Death Note and reads dark manga, always bored, thinks he’s lord Byron

russian classical authors like guys from high school 

(just some of them, both novelists and poets)

Pushkin: popular guy who’s  good at freestyle rap, untrustworthy lady’s man, the main editor and the founder of school’s newspaper, fluent in french

Lermontov: Emo, loves the most popular girl in school, but also hates her (and the rest of the school too), reckless, likes mountains and the idea of spirit of freedom, good at painting, but nobody knows.

Leo Tolstoy: teachers hates his essays bc they’re too long, writes text in half-page long sentences, cheated on his girlfriend several times.

Gogol: some dudes are mocking him bc of his nose and haircut, has good sense of humour, writes satirical articles for school’s newspaper, loves everything his mom cooks.

Dostoyevsky: likes to stay in the shadow, had difficult childhood, once forgot to return a pen he had borrowed and can’t sleep well at night ever since, poor, hates bright colours

Kuprin: desperately falls in love with everybody, constantly writes lots of love letters, buys expensive jewlery to his girlfriend.

Griboyedov: natural born diplomat, sharp-witted, mood swings, travelled to middle asia once, wears glasses and fancy scarfs.

Bulgakov: smokes tobacco pipe, likes black cats and tweed suits, wears monocle and lots of hair gel, mysterious, walks a lot at night.

Esenin: underage alcoholic, an actual hillbilly, girls always love his hair, spends at least one month in the summer in the coutnryside with his grandparents, always ready to fight.

Mayakovsky: tall and loud, talks about weird futuristic shit a lot, always makes up new strange words, good at debates and discussions, depressed deeply inside, somehow handsome.

tntduo pride week 2022 - day 1 (moonlight)

im gonna be honest i didnt understand todays prompt so uhhh just take what ive got i guess

"Isn't this nice, Big Q?" Wilbur said, taking a sharp inhale of his cigarette. He chuckled a cough at the end of his sigh. The contents of smoke leaving his smiling mouth.

They lay in an open field. The moon above them dimly lit up the area, creating the perfect ambience. The cold, fraying patches of dark green grass softly poked at them, but neither of them minded.

"No, it isn't. You're such an asshole." Quackity side-eyed him, his top row of teeth gritted down harshly on his bottom row.

"You know you love me." Wilbur slyly said, rolling over on his side to face Quackity, and taunt him further.

One of his hands was holding up his head. His other rested on the grass. Quackity rolled his eyes at this taunt. Only the moonlight and Wilbur's cigarette illuminated the night.

"I don't, actually." Quackity's arms folded in annoyance.

A part of him deep inside knew that there was possibly a sliver of himself that actually was fond of Wilbur. But, surely not, right?

Wilbur smiled pridefully. "I'll grow on you one day, Q. Just give me a shot."

"I am giving you a shot right now. And you're..-" Quackity paused, his heart beating quickly. He swallowed harshly. "You're alright, Wilbur."

Wilbur's face tinted a light pink at this sudden change, surprised that his remarks were actually getting anywhere at all. He smiled, rolling back on his back.

"You're cool too, Quackity." He said, staring up at the small stars scattered across the night. He gently rested his cigarette in between his index and middle finger.

Quackity wiped his face briefly with his hand. "T-This doesn't mean you c-"

"I know what it means, Quackity." Wilbur hushed him, a reassuringly soft tone followed. Not a hint of jokes filled the air. "Listen, you don't have to tolerate me- at all. I-I mean just laying here tonight with you is enough for me. If you want, I could really just stand up and walk out of your life. But, I'm glad that you consider me 'alright.'"

Quackity turned his head over to look at Wilbur. A thick silence suffocated the air. "I... I enjoy having to tolerate you."

Wilbur looked at him with a wide grin on his face. "And I enjoy you tolerating me."

Who knew that they'd actually get along under the moonlight?

6-14-22

art and a fanfiction?!?!? ayoo???

speedpaint n some other stuff under the cut :)

6 hours and 30 minutes

74 layers

yeah

PT 3 OF ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU WOO

awkward hug with an awkward height difference

Exile Arc but make it on Alternia

The Big Cool Rad collab I did with @technobaddie​ !!! 

For all you FILTHY HOMESTUCKS I see in my tags or might have just stuck around from when I did Hiveswap art~

We thought about how the hemospectrum would add a lot to the dynamics already in the DSMP, one bit in particular about how c!Dreeam’s obsession with c!Tommie would begin sometime during the early Disc War where he discovered that c!Tommie’s a mutant candy redblood, and later on come up during exile as a means of earning c!Tommie’s trust.

gotta pay back nami's debt somehow