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mi4011amandithewarathanthri · 1 year

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Assessment 1

2. conduct research into their life stories

Wladyslaw Starewicz - life and work

The first Polish animator and one of the first animation makers in the world

He was born in 1882 in Moscow to a Polish family (through his places of residence and work he would become acquainted with Lithuanian, Russian and French cinematography). He spent his childhood and youth in Kaunas, in present-day Lithuania where, as a four-year-old boy, he was adopted by his mother’s parents after she died. Early drawings revealed his significant artistic talent - he liked photography and was interested in cinematography, which at the time was still an innovation, as well as nature, particularly in the insects which he so passionately collected.

Starewicz decided to purse an artistic career by enrolling into a painting school, despite how disapproving his family was of this choice.

1910 - he was awarded the title of Director of the Museum of Natural History in Kaunas, Lithuania. His first foray into filmmaking included making a series of four short documentaries, however it was in live action.

He didn’t start delving into animation until his fifth movie. This was also meant to be a documentary intending to “show the life of stag beetles.” However, he was incensed to find that it was impossible to capture two stag belts fighting due to the beetles dying from the light of the stage lighting.

This gave rise to his first stop motion piece featured two stag beetles in battle, named “Lucanus Cervus” (1910), after their scientific name. It was the first ever animated puppet film in Russia. He used wires to put their limbs back on, dressed them in knight outfits and then moved them, capturing individual movement phases frame by frame.

He started working with Khanzhonkov in 1911. Aleksandr Khanzhonkov was the world's first maker of a cartoon film, the first maker of a full-time feature film in Russia and the founder of the first Russian film studio (Studio Khanzhonkov) in 1905. Here, Starewicz continued his passion for stop motion, mostly using his dead bug collection as his character models.

1912 - “The Beautiful Leukandia.” Was an adaptation about the tale of Agamemnon and Menelaus.

1912 - “the cameraman’s revenge.” This was his most famous piece of work and is widely regarded as the piece that pioneered stop motion as an art form. When the film first premiered audiences actually thought that Starewicz had managed to train live bugs to act. It was a short comedy drama movie about marital infidelity, jealously, and of course revenge. The animated story was not made for children, which was quite uncommon at the time. Starewicz showed how versatile animation as a medium can be and how it can be curated for an older audience.

The success of The ant and the grasshopper (1913/1911) is also worth mentioning – an adaptation of a fable by Ivan Krylov that, thanks to a record 140 copies, was seen by viewers all over Europe and America. One copy, packed in a silver box, was given by the producer to a successor of the Russian throne, Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov

“The night before Christmas” (1913). It was Starewicz’s version of the original Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol story. This film featured live action interaction with his animated elements. Some parts even included his daughter Irina.

“Terrible Vengeance” (1913). This movie won the 2014 gold medal at international film festival in Milan.

During WW1, Satrewicz continued to make films. He worked for many different film companies and produced 60 live action movies. After WW1, he changed his name to Ladislas Starevich, as it was easier to pronounce in French, and began diving back into stop motion. During this time he produced: Midnight Wedding, The Scarecrow (1921), Frogland (1922), Love in Black and White (1923), The Voice of the Nightingale (1923), and The Little Street Singer (1924).

In 1924, Starevich moved to Fontenay-sous-Bois, where he lived until his death in 1965. There he made the rest of his films.

The Eyes of the Dragon (1925) — this film was exceptionally impressive due to its complex use of set design and character design. Starewicz’s talent as an artist truly shines through here in set decoration as well as ingenious trick photography.

The Town Rat and the Country Rat (1927) — a parody of American slapstick films.

The Magical Clock (1928) — a fairy tale story

The Little Parade - an adaptation of Hans Christian Anderson’s story titled ‘the steadfast tin soldier’

“Le Roman de Renard” (1937) — some consider this his best film.

During WW2 he didn’t make any films. After WW2 he made a few more films before passing away: “Zanzabelle a Paris”, “Fern Flower” (This his first movie in colour and won the first prize as an animated film in the 11th International Children Film Festival in Venice Biennale), “Nose to Wind”, “Winter Carousel” (his last completed film), and a half completed film titled “Like Dog and Cat.” He passed away before he could complete this last film.

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kvrvkin · 1 year

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&&. announcing his grace, ( nikita kurakin ), the ( 54 ) year old ( grand duke ) of ( far eastern russia ). he is often confused with ( keanu reeves ). some say that he is ( closed-off & inflexible ), but he is actually ( just & steadfast ). ( OOC: C )

part of the kurakin family survived the 1917 revolution by chance — and it was not the main branch. the main branch very much perished with the rest of the heads of the big noble families. that was what you got for living in saint petersburg. the branch that survived kept their heads down and attempted to blend into the mass.

czar aleksandr’s victory was celebrated by selected few, including the kurakins. nikita’s father practically raced to the other side of the country to welcome the new leader. it was time for the kurakin family to be reborn alongside the country. nikita learned of his family’s regained title weeks after they had been gifted it by the czar. this was because information had not been allowed to reach the military bases in the far eastern russia. young, 22-year-old nikita had had no chance of calling or receiving a letter from his family as a green junior sergeant.

nikita had had a plan: he’d do his conscription, stay in the army, rise up ranks and not get killed. this plan took a turn when he was told that somewhere in the future he’d have to become the duke of khabarovsk. nikita knew nothing about pubic administration. it was an issue. nikita chose to worry about it later — he had to concentrate on his career in the military if he wanted to become anything more than a junior sergeant.

later came much much later. over a decade later, a bit before nikita turned thirty-six. nikita inherited the ducal title from his father and had to put his military career on hold. it took a while to get comfortable in his father’s shoes. the toes were tight but the sides loose. he needed to make the position his own — which he did by adding military-like preciseness and transparency into the mix. the khabarovskian nobility eventually accepted the new administration and things began to function well. he had gavril to thank for that as well. gavril’s marriage to princess irina motivated people to be nice to nikita.

nikita grew comfortable in his position. he had learnt how to handle his subjects, he had learnt to stay firm without being unreasonable, he had figured a way to serve in the army while still keeping things rolling in his duchy. nikita’s work spoke for itself. if he kept it up, he would be alright. he wanted his duchy to flourish so he poured his energy into his work. he was particularly fond of being sent on international missions — to china, to japan, to mongolia... he knew the importance of the relations much better than someone from the west. the west didn’t quite understand how dependent far eastern russia was on their neighbours, how much wealth and prosperity the neighbouring countries could bring them.

then came alexei’s coronation. nikita was the first person who received a title from him. not long after alexei became the czar, nikita was made into the grand duke of far eastern russia. it was a great honor but part of him was reluctant to accept the title. it came accompanied by great responsibility, more work, and it gifted him with new enemies within russia.

nikita had to prove himself all over again and this time he wasn’t entitled to the title. he really had to show everyone that he was worthy of it. working alongside alexei was motivating though. nikita could respect a fellow military man and a person who was determined to improve russia.

as nikita secured his position as the grand duke of far eastern russia, he came to realize that perhaps his fondness for the romanovs had been misplaced. from the other side of russia, he followed the romanovs and their ambitious undertakings. did mother russia need what the romanovs were trying to give her ? nikita was unsure and absolutely certain that not one person from far eastern russia would get involved with it.

nikita has been firm in his stance and so far it has not been much of an issue. he is free to use his time and energy on a more important matter: china. the power struggle in the country is something nikita is personally interested in. he had great respect for the late emperor and cannot help but to feel sympathetic towards lixue who is trying to carry the torch.

#hshqintro

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hqslegaciesarchive · 2 years

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MEOW + FC: Ten Chittaphon + legado do CIRCO (acrobata de tecidos aéreos) + HABILIDADE: magia pela dança.

EYLEM KINGSLEY + FC: Burcu Ozberk + 1° filho da família KINGSLEY + HABILIDADE: indução de emoções por comida.

MOLLY + FC: Zendaya + legado do CIRCO (assistente de mágico) + HABILIDADE: intangibilidade.

MAVERICK + FC: Jacob Elordi + legado do CIRCO (mágico) + HABILIDADE: ilusionismo.

ALEKSANDR “SASHA” ROMANOV + FC: Bill Skarsgard + legado da família ROMANOV + HABILIDADE: mnemocinese.

MING YUE LI + FC: Shen Xiaoting + 3° filho da família LI + HABILIDADE: memória eidética.

POLLY JEAN + FC: Mia Goth + legado do CIRCO (narradora do circo) + HABILIDADE: persuasão extrema.

ORIANTHI "RORY" SOUL + FC: Jessica Alexander + 3° filho da família SOUL + HABILIDADE: camuflagem.

(+) 4/10 vagas do Circo preenchidas.

#appcount

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morvaris-archive · 2 years

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17 for sasha (utmost beloved) <3

empty + aleksandr

word count: 2842

warnings: smoking. i don't think there's anything else!

Tiredness weighs down Aleksandr’s body, slight hunger makes him annoyed at anyone who’s smiling at him in greeting. He just wants everyone to leave him alone– no questions, no useless gossip, no loud interns, no “Dr. Romanov, do you mind helping me with this?”. None of it.

His face itches after forcing a polite smile for so long after trying to be a perfect picture of a patient and kind doctor; if someone dares to interrupt him now, he won’t be able to stop himself from baring his fangs at them. It would be a funny distraction, if not for the stupid Masquerade regulations.

Alas, it would only cause even more of a headache and force him to have a talk with Danielle about how she is very sick of keeping Camarilla busy and away from him.

He scowls– Danielle’s patronage is useful, but he feels as though her tolerance for him is stretching thin, and soon enough she’ll decide that it’s more beneficial to give him up. The only thing that keeps her from doing so is Aleksandr’s research in which Danielle is very interested in, and she also knows she won’t be able to complete it without either him or Julian, and the latter is quite… busy at the moment. Especially considering what a certain courier is putting him through.

Aleksandr smirks to himself upon remembering the troubles Sim is facing right now.

Good, if the Camarilla is after him, they will ignore Aleksandr for just a bit longer. Time is all he needs.

However pleasant the thoughts of Julian potentially getting executed are, they do nothing to ease his mind. The desire to crash something or someone gets even stronger, when Aleksandr reaches into his pocket and finds a cigarette pack dreadfully empty. For fuck’s sake, can this day get any worse?

The door to the roof opens with more force than necessary, but he can’t bring himself to care about the potential property damage. Fresh air feels nice against his skin; the wind is harsh, but also soothing like a cold shower to tired muscles. The smell of the city isn’t the best even this high up, but it’s way better than the suffocating one inside the hospital; the view, however, is absolutely breathtaking. Million artificial lights illuminate tall buildings, people moving like bees in a swarm, cars roaring– this bustle helps keep his mind distracted.

But Aleksandr’s intentions to enjoy it to the fullest shatter once he realises that he’s not the only one out here.

He doesn’t believe his eyes at first when he sees a very familiar silhouette sitting at the very edge with their legs hanging over it– slightly hunched and embraced by shadows, the cigarette light highlighting their face. They almost look relaxed if not for the slight tension in their shoulders.

Aleksandr feels somewhat relieved it’s them and not, well, anyone else, but the irritation still makes itself known in his voice. “What are you doing here?”

Candy doesn’t spare him a glance, doesn’t even flinch; they probably sensed him coming from far away. They take another drag off of a cigarette, and when they finally decide that he’s worthy of an answer, they speak with smoke framing their words. “Hello to you too, asshole.”

“Yes, yes.” Aleksandr huffs, waving his hand dismissively, he’s had enough of small talk for today. Suspicion rises up within him; Candy is quite close with the Camarilla now, and even closer with the Prince of Tucson of all people. It’s a healthy concern, one they have to understand. “Why are you here?”

They shrug, throwing the cigarette off of the edge of the building, watching it fall slowly. “I’ve come to bug you obviously.”

His stance eases– their tone has a joking edge to it, and Candy doesn't seem like they are here for a fight with the vampire much older than them. But you never know with someone as violent and unpredictable as Candy. Aleksandr still calms to some degree, moving towards them, and heaves a dramatic sigh.

“Lucky me.”

“That you are if you’re here in my delightful company.” Candy turns to look at him, eyes glinting playfully. Their scarred lips twitch a bit as if fighting back a smirk or a grin.

Sitting down beside them, Aleksandr pulls one of the legs to his chest. Tiredness he felt earlier quickly shifts into amusement– Candy has changed after they last saw each other, not drastically, no, but it’s nice to see that working for the all powerful Camarilla didn’t turn them into a brooding vampire cliche.

“My god, Candy, what wonders has Tucson done to your ego?” He leans against them, their shoulders brushing. Meeting no resistance from Candy, he grins. Aw, they missed him. “Made it even bigger?”

“My ego still can’t compete with yours.”

“No one’s can.”

Silence washes over them, and Aleksandr looks at the city again. They’re so high up, above the people on the busy streets, but Aleksandr feels more trapped here than they are. He’s like a fish outside of a fish bowl, slowly dying on the ground, trying to get to the water. Clinging to life.

Or to delusions of safety.

He ended up just like June said he would.

The thought hits Aleksandr like a train incapable of stopping, getting even faster and faster instead. He hasn’t thought about June for a long time– it was better to force himself to forget everything about their time together and about him. The feel of his skin against Aleksandr’s, the sight of his warm smile, the colour… What was the colour of June's eyes?

Frowning, Aleksandr tries to fight the memories that flash in front of his eyes. He’s loudly taping his fingers on the roof, trying to distract himself and completely ignoring the glare Candy sends his way, but hope is a stupid thing. It never gets farther than simple wishful thinking; he knows this lesson well, he should know it. She taught him better than this.

He hangs his head low as if trying to throw the memories off the roof– the reminder of June is bad enough, but to remember his sire on the same night is practically agonising. Aleksandr doesn’t need the reminder of what she did, of what humiliations he had to go through for her to be proud of him. Not now, not ever.

This pain is the past, and he is the future. If he succeeds with the research, no one will dare to try and hurt him again. He'll be the one causing pain instead– he deserves this privilege after being reduced to less than mud under his sire's shoe. It's only fair that he gives some of the torment back to the world.

Aleksandr is nothing if not generous.

He can feel Candy's gaze on him, they're not even trying to be subtle. They narrow their eyes, deciding whether it’s worth prying; Aleksandr lets them suffer a bit, hoping they’ll leave this alone. He should know better– they have never been a merciful type.

“What are you thinking about?” Their voice is gruff, and the question is almost barked at him. “I can see the cogs turning in your head from here.”

Aleksandr throws them a look, but they ignore it. He considers doing the same to their question, but Candy might not let this one go, so he surrenders in the end, simply stating. “Life.”

“You’re literally dead.”

“And you’re still not funny.”

Candy turns to face him fully, brows furrowed; they reach for another cigarette, and even offer one to Aleksandr. He accepts, but doesn’t take it to his lips– he just needs something to keep his hands busy. He knows Candy wants him to elaborate, but they won’t push him if he doesn’t want to.

There’s no harm in talking for a bit. “We’re living during times of change. It’s been a while since I saw things evolve so drastically around me.”

Candy thankfully saves him the remark of how old he is, instead settling for something far worse. “Is this about June?”

“Who?” Aleksandr’s chest tightens, and he tries to laugh it off in retaliation. Putting some distance between them, he doesn’t meet their eyes. When did they learn to read him so well?

“Don’t try this shit with me.” Candy says it louder than necessary, the cigarette falling out of their mouth, but they manage to catch it just before it lands on the ground. “You know who I am talking about.”

Aleksandr clenches his fists so hard his knuckles whiten. The wave of anger threatens to overwhelm him; his jaw set tightly, eyes ablaze with rage and hurt. But when he looks at Candy he doesn’t see any ill intent in their eyes, only genuine and poorly masked concern. Do they- do they really just want to talk about this with no secret motive?

His hands still shake a bit, but he manages to cool off. It doesn’t look like they are trying to provoke him at least. “It is. In a way.”

Neither of them talk for a moment. Candy looks like they are trying to come up with a question, and Aleksandr snorts. Good to see he is not the only one losing his footing here, but he needs to slow down– they are not attacking him, there is no need to be so defensive. It will only show his vulnerability.

Easier said than done.

“You never told me what happened to him.” Candy says, if only to fill the awkward silence. They probably regret asking anything in the first place.

The air around them tenses, it feels like static against their skin. It’s getting hard to breathe even for those that have no need for it. “He got tired of me and left; that’s enough of an explanation for you?”

Candy actually winces at that, probably cursing themself for probing an old wound, but they don’t back down. They never do. “Listen, maybe it’s not my place to ask, but I’m giving you a chance to talk for once. So either talk to me or tell me to fuck off and I will.”

The implication is clear– they won’t ask about this ever again if he tells them not to. Aleksandr is given a way out, something he would usually question, but he quickly finds himself at a crossroads. Candy asks painful things not to hurt him, but because.. Because they care? Because they think he needs someone to talk to about this?

He throws his head back, unable to deal with whatever he feels right now. Instead, deciding to focus on the dark and lifeless sky. It’s void of any stars and there’s not a single cloud in sight– it is as empty as his existence is. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the smell of life with all its pollution.

Or maybe it’s him who is poisoning everything. Aleksandr has stagnated for so long, and he has seen many people come and go. Some hurt more than others.

He probably does need that talk, huh.

“June found out what I did in the hospital.” He starts slow, keeping his voice monotone. No need to get emotional over it– it won’t change anything anyway. Candy keeps their eyes on him, but it seems like he’s talking more to the city than to them. “I told him my research was necessary for me to survive, to have leverage against the Second Inquisition and the Camarilla.”

“You told him it was the only reason?” Candy asks, gentler than usual, no bite behind the question. They are not here to argue, they made it clear enough.

“It was the only one he needed to know.” He fumbles with the cigarette again, putting it behind his ear a second later. “He tried to fight me, told me there's another way– there had to be. He suggested leaving with him, to lay low for a while; he said no one needs to suffer for my freedom. I called him naive, he didn’t know this world.”

Aleksandr’s laughter is a quiet thing, more self-pitying than anything else. He shouldn’t have approached June in the first place– another one of his many, many mistakes. The list of them grows longer with each year, and he is over a hundred years old. “He didn’t listen, and told me I could do better, be better. I said that I was already so much more than he will ever be. I thought-”

Clearing his throat, Aleksandr swallows down what he really wants to say– that he drove away the only person who was willing to put up with him. Longer than the others at least. “We agreed to talk about this later when both of us had some time to calm down, but when I woke up he wasn’t there. He just left without saying anything.”

Candy plays with a lighter, closing and opening it again, and they keep quiet. The emotions with which air is charged are unfamiliar. Neither of them usually talk about such things– it’s easier to pretend you don’t care, to shrug it off. Aleksandr feels too exposed, and judging by the frown on Candy’s brow, they don’t know how to feel either. But it feels… liberating to talk about this finally.

“Did you love him?” Candy whispers after another long minute passes.

“I don’t know.” The smile on his face is sad, melancholic. Aleksandr asked himself the same question once, and he still has no answer. “How do you know when you love someone?”

They pause, rolling their lips together. “No idea.”

They have no answer, and the city doesn’t either when he glances at it again. Aleksandr doesn’t feel better yet. Maybe it’ll come with time or maybe it’s one of those wounds that never really go away and he simply needs to bottle it down again. Won’t be the first time.

The conversation dies away, drowned by the sounds of people moving around, of cars driving faster than they should. People laugh, some cry and argue on the streets– it’s life in all its glory. Aleksandr felt out of touch with it for so long, but this talk, the emotions caused by it brought him a little bit closer to feeling alive again.

“Candy?” His voice is almost fragile in the dark where there is nothing but them– only the void of the sky and the cold, cold city; he feels strangely soft, strangely safe.

“Yeah?”

The words die on his tongue, and he’s not even sure what he wanted to say. A thank you perhaps? For being the only one to ask, the only one to care enough to listen? For being here when he needed it the most?

Aleksandr sighs quietly, and Candy doesn’t force him to elaborate, they’re staring somewhere into the distance. Something troubles them, but he doesn’t ask. It would be too much, too soon.

Eventually, he takes the cigarette from behind his ear and puts it into his mouth. He reaches out his hand, silently asking for a lighter, and Candy gives it to him, grumbling only slightly.

Aleksandr smiles, inhaling the smoke. Nice to know he’s special. “Didn’t know you were such a softie, worrying about your friend like that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you, too.” Candy rolls their eyes, something they do way too often around him, and his smile grows even wider. The sincerity of it would be shocking to anyone else, but Candy just elbows him, grinning.

They sit like this some more, but the expression on Candy’s face goes as quickly as it appeared. They get up, overlooking the city one last time. There’s a heaviness in the way they stand, shifting from one foot to another. Aleksandr’s smile falls, and he waits for a catch.

Because of course there is always one.

“I came here to tell you that I'll be leaving for Tucson in a few hours. I drove here to pick up a package for Lettow.” They say, answering Aleksandr’s much earlier question of why they were here in the first place, completely ignoring the previous conversation as if it never happened. “But I've heard the Inquisition forces are gathering here. I'm not sure I'll stop by any time soon until everything settles.”

It feels like a goodbye, and it probably is one. If the Inquisition strikes, they might not see each other ever again, one of them might even end up dead or be forced to pick an opposite side. He nods, scholing his expression into an emotionless mask once again, but the unease still rises up to his throat.

Aleksandr isn’t good with goodbyes, neither is Candy.

“You have my number in case something happens.” With that they glance at him one last time.

When they hold his gaze, the look they send him says more than they ever could– be careful, Sasha. He doesn't reply, but the you too, Candy is clear in his eyes.

He watches them go silently, his heart empty again.

#thank you so much for the ask bones i had a lot of fun !!!#SAD ALEKSANDR HOURS #SAAAAAAAAAAD #you can descride this fic as two assholes who are also friends are being assholes and try to hide that they care abt their friend #CAN U HEAR MY SCREAMING AT BOTH OF THEM? BECAUSE I AM DOING IT SO LOUDLY #PYHJIOFGHGHFDOIGHKDFOPGIDFDPF;KSDOIH IJKOFGHG #NEITHER OF THEM KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE AND CANDY WANTS TO HELP AND SASHA IS GREATFUL BUT THEY JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO SAY IT OR WHAT THEY #EVEN FEEL AND LIKE #THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S CLOSEST FREINDS AND LIKE THERES TRUST THERE ITS SUBTLE BUT THERES AND LIKE #SASHA DOESNT LET PEOPLE CLOSE OFTEN AND HE DID WITH CANDY BUT THEY HAVE TO LEAVE TOO AND IM HFGJDKSFJASDOIFDAS #love them and i WILL talk more abt their friendship <- this is a threat #nico.fic #my oc: aleksandr #my oc: candy

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montysworld · 2 years

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3D Artist: Santosh Ambre Tony Atherton Dinesh B Ian Baxter Amit Das C Dinesh Reddy Pradeep Katta Fazal Khan Henry Medhurst @Henrymedhurstfxtd Sriram Namana Guru Prasad Showber Sadik Vudhata Sai Krishna Vinayak V Roman Vrbovsky

Production Coordinator: Jas Lewis-Humphrey Ankita Mitra

Colourist: Alex Gregory

Additional clean-up: Zdravko “Zee” Stoitchkov

Additional VFX - CGF

VFX SUPERVISOR Alexey Uskov

VFX PRODUCERS Ekaterina Averina Aleksandr Gorokhov

ART Sergey Manko Konstantin Radchikov

MODELS Ekaterina Glumova Nadezhda Kolganova

RIG Anton Pashkanis Anna Guskova

FUR Vadim Jiltsov

TEXTURES Nina Druzhkova

FX Evgeny Stefanov

ANIMATION Evgeny Mischenko Vlad Ladny

LIGHTING Aleksey Petrov

CAMERA TRACK Yaroslav Dyachenko

CLEAN UP Anton Yarovoy Sergey Likhachev Alexey Zhurin

COMPOSITING Victoria Demina Alexey Kulikov Dmitry Kirillyak Oksana Leferova Nikolai Kirienko

HEAD OF PRODUCTION Alena Kucherova

DI Stepan Neupokoev Alexander Zolotarev @AlexanderZolotarev

TITLE DESIGN Nico Chavez @ Done Thing

Song written, produced, mixed + performed by Coleman Hughes @coleman_hughes Executive Producer - Desh @iamdesh Legal - Gerard Anthony, Duane Hughes & Craig Cohen Accounting - JT Goldstein

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tastywordgasms · 1 month

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romanov-leger · 3 months

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Aleksandr Kravtsov Romanov

28 anos

Rússia, Moscou

Descendência: Guerra

Poder: Manipulação Elemental

NRPP: 8.6/10

Ator: Ben Barnes

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thebestplayer · 10 months

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aleksandr chose his own last name - he is distantly related to the romanov's , he's just not aware of this.

#( im lost again but i remember you // aleksandr federov )#fuck

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aezyrraeshh · 1 year

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; wip day!

i was tagged by @arklay @nokstella @leviiackrman @nuclearstorms @florbelles and @unholymilf; thank you all so much! <3 tagging @aartyom @reaperkiller @indorilnerevarine @steelport @swordcoasts @girlbosselrond @honeysofte @devilbrakers @faarkas @shadowglens @calenhads @aelyosos @moiragf & whoever else wants to do this! surprisingly, i have two wips to share this week!

; vtm, sasha/candy, they are going through some shit, but dw they'll be fine. probably. 😶

Sasha hisses at the sharp pain once his back hits the cold wall. Harshly, brutally. The impact sends his head spinning, white flashes obscure his vision, again and again, making him even more disoriented. And for a moment there, it’s his sire standing on the other side of the room, and not his lover, but just a moment later a bitter thought sneaks itself into his mind– they are not your lover anymore.

He’s coughing now, choking on his own blood, tasting metal on his tongue and smelling it in the air around him; images of his past cloud his mind, and he is panicked, terrified even, when a strong hand wraps itself around his neck, trapping him in place, but the sharpness and familiarity of the grip sobers him up, violently snapping him back to the present. His sire is long dead, and he knows exactly who is in front of him and why he is here.

Despite his body screaming at him to allow himself at least a second to gather his footing, Sasha tries to lift his head and open his eyes only to feel the claws dig into his throat even harder, forcing him to shut his eyes again. The pressure on his neck is so strong that he can feel the waves of pain reaching all the way down to his weak legs. He’s trembling, aching, and not at all from fear.

He should’ve planned this better, he should’ve known how they would react to his presence. Especially after what he’s done, but the guilt has been tearing Sasha from the inside for months now, getting worse and worse after each unanswered text, each declined call. He couldn’t take this madness anymore: the sting of heartbreak keeping him up day after day, the empty space in his bed that they used to share with him mocking him with their absence, their abandoned belongings in his closet, the memories of their eyes on him as they found out about his part in events that gave them nightmares every time they tried to get some rest, their shaking voice as they told him to stay away, the what ifs, the what ifs, the what ifs–

What if he’d been honest? What if he wasn’t such a coward? What if he could have been enough?

Even if he meets the final death tonight, he needs to set things right. Just this once.

Sasha finds the courage to look up at them again, and this time they don’t stop him, but he almost wishes they did. Candy’s eyes are wide and full of hatred, they glare at him like a predator eyeing a cornered deer. Their lips stretch into a scowl, displaying the sharpness of their teeth; he wants to grasp their shoulders and ease them with his touch like he’s done so many times before, but he doesn’t reach out to them. Not now, not when both of them wouldn’t be able to take it, even if he longs for any sort of connection with them– the feeling of their fingers, tearing the tender skin of his neck should be enough. He doesn’t dare to ask for more.

“Candy–”

“Shut the fuck up.” Their voice is hoarse, trembling with rage, it sounds almost broken, ruined. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing yourself around me after what you did. I told you I would kill you if I see you again, I fucking told you.”

; pwotr, luna/daeran, prompt wip in which they are messing with each other.

Absorbed in thought, Luna doesn’t notice the presence of another, who’s watching her closely with barely hidden amusement. And when she does, finally, turn around she’s met with Daeran, sitting comfortably on a bunch of cushions with a wine glass in his elegant hands. The ties on his shirt are loosened and the curve of his lips is nothing short of inviting; it’s a familiar look on him, Luna’s seen it before, but she lets the moment linger nonetheless.

And he is all too happy to bask in her attention, judging by the way his eyes light up even more, yet when he speaks, it’s in that typical mocking tone of his, “Ah, my dearest Commander, you have finally decided to grace me with your presence. I’ve only been waiting for almost an hour now.”

Her reply comes in the form of a self-satisfied smirk along with words, laced in fake innocence. “Perhaps, I wanted to keep you in suspense a little, Count. Leave you helplessly guessing whether I shall show up or not.”

Luna approaches him slowly, purposefully slowing down her steps, as she looks him up and down again– any hits of subtlety in her gaze are gone, and there’s a flash of sharp teeth in her growing smile. Once she notices Daeran’s eyes dart down to her lips, she instantly pretends to lose all interest in him, focusing instead on the bottle of wine which stands near him, but not without brushing her hand against his shoulder as she leans down to pick the beverage up.

#sasha will be fine besties dont worry ! (<- lying)#also im a little bit worried abt writing canon characters and writing the way daeran speaks is a challenge so hopefully it feels at least #somewhat in character #anyways ty again for the tag everyone! <333 #♡: tag games #nico.fic #my oc: luna arendae #my oc: candy #my oc: aleksandr romanov

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