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linasofia · 2 years

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Into The Woods

Part 2

Fandom: Uncle Vanya (2020)

Relationship: Dr Mikhail ”Misha” Astrov x Female OC

Warnings: 18+

Words: 2,2K

A/N: This is part 2 of a fic I wrote for the Armitage Summer Splash event. You can read the first part here.

@legolasbadass & @lathalea This is for you! Thanks for all your feedback.💚💚

Faint rays of light find their way through the thin curtain and wake me much too early. The calming sound of raindrops against the window makes me pull the duvet closer to my chin. It is not heavy rain, I can tell by the soft sound, but an innocent summer rain, and its only purpose is to give nature a life-giving glittering blanket over its green fields. I turn away from the window but the curtain is not thick enough to block the light out. The room is small, there is only room for a bed, a nightstand and a small dresser but I’m glad I got to sleep in a real bed tonight and not on a mattress in the main room, which last night looked more like a dormitory at a summer camp than the sleeping area for a group of adult academics. When I stumbled to bed, I left the window in my little room ajar and now, my head is grateful for the morning air. I stretch my body on the bed and massage my temples. We had fun last night. The food and wine were exquisite, the combination of family, dear friends and colleagues turned out to be a genius idea, and the singing and dancing went on long after the midnight sun had nudged the horizon. But today I pay the price for all decadence.

I smile at the memory of Misha trying to get a word with my brother after we returned from our secret adventure in the forest. With a sweet blush on his bearded cheeks, he explained on our way back to the cabin that he was a little old-fashioned. Misha was not really seeking my brother’s approval but he wanted to tell him face to face, rather than Nikolay finding out in another way. But my brother was the center of everyone’s attention, as he should be on his birthday, and never understood Misha’s request for a private conversation.

The sound of gentle drops finally drives me out of bed and with a sigh, I search my bag for something to slip on while I visit the bathroom. Everybody seems to be asleep, and when I walk on silent feet the few meters to the bathroom I try to be as silent as I can. I notice the door to Misha’s bedroom is closed and I assume he is sleeping, just as the rest of the cabin. My head feels heavy and I rest it in my hands as I sit down and do what I came for, inspired by the dripping against the windowsill. Maybe a short walk in the light rain and a healthy dose of fresh air can make the situation better. I drink water directly from the tap, quickly brush my teeth and then leave the bathroom. The front door is not locked and I manage to sneak out unnoticed. Once again I leave my sandals indoors, this time to avoid them getting ruined in the wet grass. The summer-child in me is awake and nature calls my name. If it was not for the drumming against my temples, I would run through the high wet grass and let it tickle my sun-kissed calves. But instead, I walk, enjoying the feeling of light rain on my bare arms, not caring about the fabric of my dress slowly getting soaked. My bare feet carry me to the area where the meadow turns to forest and I stop on the small trail to take in the smell of wet pine and soil.

”We have to stop seeing each other like this.” The dark, familiar and slightly amused voice behind me instantly makes me spin around and Misha’s sapphire eyes greet me. His gaze is warm when he lets it follow my body’s curves and I realize that my dress at this point is probably showing him much more than I would be comfortable with if we had not been intimate last night. He wears the same trousers as the day before but his soiled shirt has been replaced with a clean navy one. In the rain, it slowly takes the same shape as his body and I could get drunk again just by looking at him.

”What are you doing here? I thought I was the only one awake.” I really thought I was. Not that I’m disappointed to see him, only astonished.

”I was laying on the porch swing under the big oak. I like resting there, the pillows are very comfortable. The old oak’s crown of leaves works as mother nature’s protection and is a good addition to the small roof of the swing. It keeps the rain away.” He gives me a warm smile that makes his eyes glitter more than the drops of rain falling from his hair. ”You can guess how surprised I was when I saw you walking out in the rain.” His hands gently brush over my upper arms. ”Especially dressed like this.” You should have borrowed my raincoat, or at least an umbrella. They are just by the door.”

”I’m fine,” I tell him. ”I love the feeling of summer rain and I don’t want to hide from it under a piece of water repellent fabric.” Misha bursts into laughter. Then he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. When his lips meet mine in a tender kiss I hug him back, like I am afraid this vision standing in front of me, in clothes that now cling to his body, might disappear. With a low groan, he deepens our kiss, his tongue finds its way between my lips and his hands become more eager as they caress my back, my waist and finally the top of my thighs. I moan softly as he pulls the fabric up and reaches for my naked skin. His large hands squeeze gently at the soft flesh of my hips and when he looks me in the eyes, it’s like opening the window to his soul. The sincerity in his eyes almost knocks me over and, together with the heat his hands create on my body, he enchants me once again.

”You are really special, I have never met anyone like you.” His voice is husky when he speaks and his chest is so warm, even if his shirt is just as wet as my dress. His voice is filled with longing, the same longing runs in my veins and my whole body aches for him. He runs his hands over my hair and kisses me again and when his tongue dances with mine I can’t help thinking that this man was made for me. I’m amazed by how well we fit together. He breaks the kiss with a displeased grunt.

”We can’t stay here in the rain. I would love to go back inside, take off your beautiful but soaked dress, put you in my bed and make love to you. But I don’t think that is the smartest way to wake the rest of the guests.” He gives me a smirk that makes him look playful. I know he is right. Teasingly I run my fingers through his hair at the back of his neck and gently scratch my nails against the soft skin, and I can almost feel him shivering under my touch. My name is only a trembling whisper as it falls from his alluring lips.

He rubs my upper arms and then takes my hand. His long fingers cover my significantly smaller hand. ”Come. Let’s go, before you get cold.” His thoughtfulness makes me smile and I follow him, even if my whole body is protesting and demands more of his hands on my skin. As if he can read my mind, he lifts my hands to his lips and places a gentle kiss over my knuckles. ”We will come back to this soon, I promise. I just don’t want you to freeze and catch something that will keep you away from me when we get back to town. I’m selfish in that way, you see?”

From a distance, the cabin looks almost abandoned. No life is to be seen and all windows except mine are closed. The cabin is large, too large to be called a cabin, actually, and I remember thinking yesterday when I arrived that it was not what I had expected, it was beyond my imagination. Misha told me while giving me a quick tour that it had been in his family ever since it was built. I picture the logs for the building coming from the forest around us. Cut down by hand and then transported to the meadow. The cabin, built by sturdy men who knew that good work would be rewarded, members of the Astrov family tree who no longer can breathe in the scent of pine and wet grass. My heart aches a little. The very soul of the cabin rests in its walls.

The sound of Misha’s voice pulls my attention back to him. ”Maybe we should change clothes and then sit on the porch until the rest wake up. How does it sound?” I squeeze his hand and give him a nodding smile. ”Hopefully they are very tired today.” The stairs up to the cabin are a little slippery but Misha holds my hand tightly in his, protecting me from falling if I should slip.

A few minutes later I sit down beside him on the outdoor sofa in the corner of the porch. I wear a long white sweater that was meant for yesterday evening, but it stayed in my bag since the night was so warm. Now I’m glad I have it. He places a blanket over my bare legs and gently caresses my knee. A part of the blanket rests in his lap. Then he gives me a concerned look. ”Are you warm enough?”

”I was not really cold before, but thank you. It feels good.” Misha puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. I rest my head against his firm body, feeling the intoxicating scent that is uniquely his. The rain has almost stopped now and the clouds in the sky will eventually bow to the sun. Under the blanket, I sneak my hand over to his knee and gently caress his thighs. His legs are a treat for my palm and I seductively run my hand over the strong muscles and I hear him softly pull in air between his teeth as I firmly squeeze the firmness of his upper thigh. Encouraged by his reaction I grow bolder and let my fingers wander along the inside of his thigh, but I stop as soon as I feel him tighten his grip on my shoulder. My name sounds like a treat when he rolls it on his tongue. As much as I long to touch him, all of him, I will not do it with the risk of someone stepping out of the door. Hiding my own arousal is easier than covering his state. Soft linen trousers can be very revealing for a man of his size. I withdraw my hand and a ragged breath slips from Misha. ”You have the power to drive me mad,” he then murmurs as he presses his lips against my hair.

Suddenly the door opens and my brother steps out on the porch. He looks like he came directly from bed; traces of a pillow can be seen on his cheek and his hair stands like the ends of a broom. With a surprised look on his face, Nikolay’s gaze wanders from me to Misha, to his arm around my shoulders and back to my face.

”Is this what it looks like?” His question is not directed to any of us in particular, but Misha answers him. My dear brother gets the news before he even has had his morning coffee. His face turns to a big smile and he stumbles over, clearly with a heavy hangover, and gives me a bear hug. Then he turns to Misha. ”Be good to her, or else!” With his finger, he makes a very telling gesture at his own neck and if it wasn’t for the grin on his face, I would have been horrified. A relieved laughter erupts from Misha’s chest.

”I need coffee,” Nikolay then says with a pointed look.

Misha removes his arm and stands with a grunt.

”Me too.”

When he disappears inside, my brother takes a seat on my other side. He rests his head on my shoulder and I pat him. We sit in comfortable silence, but then he speaks in a soft and affectionate voice.

”You look very happy, my dearest sister. Astrov is a great guy, nobody would be more happy for you than me, if this becomes serious. But don’t tell him I said so.”

I give him a hug, ”That’s because I am very happy.”

After a while, seated between my brother and Misha, I warm my hands on a mug filled with coffee and notice that my head feels much better. The sun shines through the clouds and when the rays of light hit the wet grass it glitters like someone sparkled the meadow with tiny diamonds. The view fills me with a blissful feeling and I smile serenely. Slowly more people join us on the porch and the cabin comes to life. It looks like it’s going to be another warm day after all. Followed by a presumably heated night.

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Taglist and others who might be interested: @lathalea @legolasbadass @fizzyxcustard @middleearthpixie @i-did-not-mean-to @laurfilijames @enchantzz @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @xxbyimm @kibleedibleedoo @mariannetora @s0ftd3m0n @haly-reads @sunnysidesidra

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#dr astrov #mikhail astrov #uncle vanya #richard armitage #fanfiction #fanfic

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sorisooyaa · 2 years

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Proposal - June 26th

Pairing: Dr. Mikhail Astrov x Fem!OC

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @lathalea

Theatre: Uncle Vanya

A/N: Idk how I feel about this one tbh! A part of me hates it and another part of me likes it. Idk you guys, I’m head is really bad rn and hard to keep looking at the screens, the more I add I keep messing it up so I left it as it is. Someone plz shed some light on this, cuz Idk how feel about ot... Also, apologies the bottom text is hard to read, it says ‘Shall we get married then?’

#armitage summer splash #richard armitage #uncle vanya #mikhail astrov #dr. astrov #astrov x oc #failed attempt #sorry you guys #edit: sorry I meat we there not me #but I'm sure you understood that #sorry #soriyaa graphics #shalinizhara graphics

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moviesandseriesscreenshots · 3 months

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UNCLE VANYA

#uncle vanya #richard armitage #mikhail astrov

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ansonmountdaily · 9 months

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Anson Mount on theatre roles he'd like to play

When Anson was at Dragon Con in September 2022 promoting Star Trek: Stange New Worlds, a fan in the audience asked him what theatre roles he's always wanted to play.

Anson mentioned Hamlet by William Shakespeare, Uncle Vanya by Anton Chekhov (the role of Mikhail Lvovich Astrov, a country doctor), and The Changeling by Thomas Middleton and William Rowley (the role of De Flores, servant to Vermandero). The fan also brought up Shakespeare's Macbeth and Anson said he's played the role of Malcolm (Elder son of Duncan, king of Scotland) before.

In 2020 Anson played Uncle Vanya's Dr. Astrov in a virtual theatre production of the play (gifs here and here).

Uncle Vanya portrays the visit of an elderly professor and his glamorous, much younger second wife, Yelena, to the rural estate that supports their urban lifestyle. Two friends - Vanya, brother of the professor’s late first wife, who has long managed the estate, and Astrov, the local doctor - both fall under Yelena’s spell, while bemoaning the ennui of their provincial existence.

The Changeling is about young Beatrice who is in love with a visiting nobleman, Alsemero. However, her father has already arranged her marriage to Alonzo, another nobleman. Desperate to be with her love, Beatrice enlists the help of De Flores, a cunning but ugly servant, a deceptive man obsessed with her and determined to claim her virtue. While she initially resists him, Beatrice is drawn into lustful complicity with De Flores, and together they set in motion a chain of love, lust, madness, and death.

Source: Dragon Con panel footage (via Clayton Courtney)

#anson mount #dragon con #*appearance #appearanceedit #*theatre #*edit #love his reaction in the last gif! :D #hopefully he gets to do more theatre #he was great as astrov in the virtual production #maybe he can do a live one #in-between filming tv and movies?#he could still do hamlet #if not hamlet himself then perhaps claudius?#he'd be an interesting richard iii

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mezzmerizedbyrichard · 2 years

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Thornton at 33 years of age, Astrov at 49 - getting older certainly hasn’t diminished Richard’s ability to make me weak at the knees with that look in his eyes.

My gifs.

#richard armitage #john thornton #mikhail astrov #gorgeous man #my gifs

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crystallllines · 4 years

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#anton chekhov #mikhail astrov #uncle vanya #krystaline #faithe

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louk419 · 7 days

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Earth Day 2024 🌳 While researching his role as the conservation-minded Dr Astrov in Uncle Vanya, Richard went to Tring Park in Hertfordshire to help with a Woodland Trust project to plant one million trees in a day. “Sometimes people think these exercises are irrelevant or pretentious," he told the Radio Times in June 2021, "but as well as being a fun day out, I found it really useful.”

#richard armitage #earth day #April 22 2024 #Dr Mikhail Astrov #uncle vanya #conservation #research #Woodland Trust

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qveenbervthiel · 2 years

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Richard Armitage as Dr. Astrov in Uncle Vanya (2020)

#richard armitage #uncle vanya #dr. astrov #mikhail astrov #richardarmitageedit #mine

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astrovian · 3 years

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I couldn't pick between flowers or no flowers so have both 🌺

Digital painting of Richard Armitage as Dr. Mikhail Lvovich Astrov in Uncle Vanya

Both versions up on Redbubble:

Flowers here

No flowers here

#richard armitage #astrov #uncle vanya #dr astrov #art

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lathalea · 2 years

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Armitage Summer Splash – Week 1

Our event technically starts on Wednesday, June 1st, but we are posting the prompts for the first week of this event already now so you'll have some time go get inspired by them!

🏖 How does the Armitage Summer Splash work? - Here is the masterpost.

This post will contain both prompts for the first week and all the works we all created this week. Don't forget to fill in the form on June 7th to let us know about your fics/art!

We'll be on the lookout for your RA-inspired creations starting June 1st! 🍹

💦 Armitage Summer Splash 💦 Week 1 Prompts/Masterlist:

☀️ June 1st:

Trope: Enemies to lovers Quote: “Did we make a mistake?”

📜 Francis Dolarhyde - Smoke and Mirrors by i-did-not-mean-to

📜 Guy of Gisborne - Little Bird by Lathalea

📜 Guy of Gisborne - Did We Make a Mistake? Pocket shrine by Guylty

📜 Guy of Gisborne Moodboard by Shalini 📜 Lucas North - Did We Make a Mistake? by Fizzyxcustard 📜 Lucas North - The Assignment by Linasofia 📜 Thorin Oakenshield - The Golden Abyss by Dumbassunderthemountain 📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Make Me by Middleearthpixie

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Did We Make a Mistake? Moodboard by Aduialel

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Did We Make a Mistake? by Justfollowtheroad * * * * *

☀️ June 2nd:

Trope: Only one bed Quote: “I never knew it’d be like this.”

📜 Daniel Miller - I Never Knew It'd Be Like This Moodboard by Linasofia

📜 Daniel Miller - The Safe House by Enchantzz 📜 John Thornton - I Never Knew It'd Be Like This by Fizzyxcustard

📜 Lucas North - Bygones by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 I Never Knew It'd Be Like this by Sweetestgbye 📜 Ray Levine - The Stray by Lathalea 📜 Thorin Oakenshield - And There Was Only One Bed... by Guardianofrivendell

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - A Rather Lovely View by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - I Never Knew It'd Be Like This Moodboard by Aduialel

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Love Hurts by Errruvande

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Melhekhinhuh by Justfollowtheroad

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☀️ June 3rd:

Trope: Unrequited love Quote: “I did it for you… for us.”

📜 Adam Price - I Did It For You... For Us by Aduialel

📜 Francis Dolarhyde - I Did It for You... for Us by Fizzyxcustard [Part 1] [A New Dawn - Part 2]

📜 Lucas North - Spy Game by Lathalea

📜 Ray Levine - The Note by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 Scott White - In My Head by Linasofia

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Nothing More to Say by i-did-not-mean-to

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Deadly Love by Biblophilefox92

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☀️ June 4th:

Trope: Betrayal Quote: “You’re the best thing that happened to me.”

📜 Claude Becker - No Strings Attached by Lathalea

📜 Claude Becker - Revenge by Linasofia

📜 Francis Dolarhyde - Betrayal by Sweetestgbye

📜 Guy of Gisborne - Thynghowe by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 Guy of Gisborne - You Are the Best Thing That Happened to Me Moodboard by Aduialel

📜 John Porter - The Other Woman by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 Lucas North - Betrayal by Fizzyxcustard

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - The Broken King by Errruvande

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☀️ June 5th:

Trope: Drunken admission of feelings Quote: “I cannot believe you did that!”

📜 Adam Price - I cannot believe you did that! by Sweetestgbye

📜 Daniel Miller - Bad Luck by Lathalea

📜 Guy of Gisborne - In Vino Veritas by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 John Porter - I Can't Believe You Did That by Fizzyxcustard

📜 Dr Mikhail Astrov - Into the Woods by Linasofia

📜 Ray Levine - Drunken Admission of Feelings by Broken Lycan

📜 Raymond de Merville - Tired of Waiting by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 Thorin Oakenshield Moodboard by Aduialel

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☀️ June 6th:

Trope: Friends with benefits Quote: “You’ve got to get over this.”

📜 Guy of Gisborne - You've Got to Get Over This by Fizzyxcustard

📜 John Porter - Never Together by Linasofia

📜 John Thornton - Gold Rush by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 John Thornton Moodboard by Sweetestgbye

📜 Lucas North Moodboard by Aduialel

📜 Dr Mikhail Astrov - Listen to the Forest by Lathalea

📜 Ray Levine - Now or Never by MiddleEarthPixie

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☀️ June 7th:

Trope: Soulmates

Quote: “I’ve never loved you.” 📜 Guy of Gisborne - Forever Moodboard by Linasofia

📜 John Thornton & Raymond de Merville - Soulmates by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 John Thornton - I've never loved you by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 Raymond de Merville - For Better and For Worse by Lathalea

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Soulmates by Fizzyxcustard

📜 Thorin Oakenshield Moodboard by Aduialel

📜 Thorin Oakenshield Moodboard by Sweetestgbye 📜 Shalinizhara's Armitage Summer Splash Moodboards 📜

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Happy reading! 🍹

Armitage Summer Splash masterlists:

💦 WEEK 1 | WEEK 2 | WEEK 3 | WEEK 4 | WEEK 5

Please let us know if you’d like to be added/removed from the taglist: @fizzyxcustard @lathalea @legolasbadass @linasofia @middleearthpixie @i-did-not-mean-to @kibleedibleedoo @xxbyimm @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @sketch-and-write-lover @dumbassunderthemountain @enchantzz @justfollowtheroad @thewarriorandtheking @guylty @knitastically @guylty @mezzmerizedbyrichard @jassy2101 @sweetestgbye @shrimpsthings @estethell @guardianofrivendell @nfcomics

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linasofia · 2 years

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Armitage Summer Splash #17

Trope: Illness

Quote: “I need space away from you.”

RA character: Dr Mikhail Astrov

@lathalea @fizzyxcustard @legolasbadass @middleearthpixie @i-did-not-mean-to @laurfilijames @enchantzz @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @xxbyimm @kibleedibleedoo

#armitage summer splash #dr astrov #mikhail astrov #richard armitage #uncle vanya #moodboard

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sorisooyaa · 2 years

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Moodboard / Banner / Blend Masterlist

ARMITAGE SUMMER SPLASH HOSTED BY @lathalea AND @fizzyxcustard

WEEK 1:

Enemies to Lovers - Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Lathalea’s Post

WEEK 2:

A Secret is Found Out - Thorin x OC (Diamonds and Ashes | Raelynn Adair story)

Coffee Shop - Daniel Miller x Fem!Reader

Kidnapped - Raymond De Merville x Fem!OC

Crossover - Thorin Oakenshield x Eternal!OC

Oblivious Of Feelings - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Comfort - John Thornton x Fem!Reader

Lies - Thorin Oakenshield and Fëanor

WEEK 3:

Arranged Marriage - Raymond De Merville x Fem!OC

Love Triangle - Ray Levine x Fem!OC x Cassie

Illness - Dr. Scott White x Fem!OC

Angel/Demon - Modern!Dragon Sickness!Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!OC

Matching Tattoos - Francis Dolarhyde x Fem!OC

Werewolf/Vampire - Vampire!Thorin Oakenshield x Werewolf!Fem!Reader

Body Swap - Thorin Oakenshield and Thranduil / Thorin x Wife!Reader

WEEK 4:

Break Up - Lucas North x Fem!OC

Time Travel - Raymond De Merville x Reader / Father!Raymond De Merville x daughter!ofc

Accident - Francis Dolarhyde x Reader

Birthday - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Proposal - Dr. Mikhail Astrov x Fem!OC

Looming Anniversary - Thorin Oakenshield x Wife!Reader

Be Careful What You Wish For - Modern!Dragon Sickness!Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!OC

WEEK 5:

Vacation/Holiday - Modern!Thorin Oakenshield x Wife!Reader

Pirates - Thorin Oakenshield x Mermaid!Reader

Thank you for the likes, comments and reblogs 💖

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baezdylan · 3 years

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The Inevitable Art Of Being

Okay, so @the-girl-who-cried-wolf wanted me to elaborate on my Jo March = impressionist painting theory which goes hand in hand with my "Aren't we all impressionistic images, heart (considering common symbolism of the word), body and mind included?" theory, the second one being my decided topic of the day. Here, have this post beloved flowery humans 🌸🌻🌷🌺🌼🌷🌹💐🌸🌺🌻💐🌼🌹💐🌺🌻!

The most fitting way to begin the manifest of my sparkly soul, as I see it, is to honor the eternally present Mr. Wilde (which, judging from my lifelong legacy aka this silly little Tumblr disaster, is now my fulltime job) with the mention of the belief that had a tremendous influence, if not the most of it, on his art in its eternity and that is, you guessed it, anti-mimesis. As opposed to the Aristotelian mimesis, which teaches is us how "art imitates life", anti-mimesis tells the story about art as a primary source of inspiration for everything that is human. "Life imitating art" in translation. I started my geeky journey on this Earth believing that Aristotle was the one in the right here (which is by far my lowest point, not because of its inaccuracy but because of its limited nature, it is not about being "in the right"), but as I grow older, my mind can't help but gravitate towards the philosophy of the more "Dorianesque" nature. What if we all are an art form brought to life? What if we're each a Wilde novel, the portraits of our existence hanging above our heads, residing in the attics of our minds and brought to life, and by that inevitably modified by each step taken? What if?

Why Impressionism?

Here are the close ups of typical impressionist paintings:

Here are some of the paintings in full:

I'm not here to talk about Claude Monet (I could talk about his garden in Giverny though and the art that came from it, which is an anti-mimesis in itself, but I'm trying to work on the rambling issues so *Neil Perry voice*: no.❤) or tell you about the beginning of impressionism or stress your mind with fictional characters such as Mikhail Lvovich Astrov. (I'd like to, but I won't. Let's just say that Chekhov's take on impressionism deserves a post on its own.) But what I am going to talk about is the power of the human senses, the fundamental element of impressionism and the fundamental element of who we are as people and, even if we are museum's stolen children, is it all necessarily a positive thing? For the record, I find it rather neutral. Just a concept, a canvas waiting to be painted, decided for, filled with an uncountable amount of meaning. Anyhow, this experiment's purpose:

You look at an impressionist painting from up close. You see blurry symbols, a sea of shades, meaningless patterns (or attempts of such) staring right back at you. Telling you nothing.

You look at a person for the very first time. A glance. Shoulders brushing. A thousand blurry images, days of knowing nothing but the color of their hair, eyes. Their most evident interest. You make the blurry the defining in an attempt to understand, to rationalise.

You look at an impressionist painting in full for the very first time. You see a working concept, puzzle completed. The bigger picture. Telling you everything. You let yourself stare at it for a bit longer and you see layer. You get to witness the ways in which the colors overlap, maybe even fail to work as an asset to the piece. You look at that same painting every single day and every single day, you see a different thing.

You look at someone for the very first time. You let them play you a song they like to dance to, you learn their favorite color, you let yourself hear them. And sometimes, their favorite color changes and one day they're happy. One day they're sad.

But they're still the same person, even when their interests don't match and they grow tired of their favorite coffee place. And it's still the same painting. Same brushstrokes behind glass, same body drawing breaths.

I hope you all have a lovely time doing the rarest thing of all! Have fun existing! (and after you're done with *gestures vaguely* that, preferably give Mr. Wilde a call).

for anyone who might be interested, here's me putting my theory to good use: ❤ ❤ ❤

#this could have been longer but studying's in the way :/ (🤩)#impressionism #jo rambles #the jo march thing was mostly about her arrogance and self-consciousness existing simultaneously #and the contradictory truth of human existence and how it links back to impressionistic interpretations #in each meaning there's a meaning or whatever #sociology lessons getting to my head #don't have the time to edit this sorry in advance :/#and yes this is the string running through all of my writing history

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