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amisoma · 1 year
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This would be canon if they were in a school
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The Decay of Angels, 3/5 🃏🎭📖
Another one of my recent artworks- the Decay of Angels (Nikolai, Fyodor, and Sigma) from Bungou Stray Dogs Season 4.
If crime organisations, why all of them pretty? 😩
My favourite out of them is Fyodor. I know I’ll sound biased if I relay my reasons but oh well. I’ve been reading Crime and Punishment and it’s so good it captured my heart so well. It’s a book I’ve been longing to find, considering that I have rejected or discontinued many other popular modern books like It Ends With Us, The Atlas Six, and the like.
Once I finish Crime and Punishment, I will be reading The Overcoat next. And probably reread The Tell-Tale Heart too…
Once again, I am open for commissions! Just DM me for details :D
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yeryuzugokyuzu · 1 year
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“Canım yaşamak istiyor, ben de, mantığım ne derse desin yaşıyorum. Varsın dünyanın gidişatına inancım olmasın, ama baharda yeşeren pırıl pırıl ağaç yaprakları, mavi gök, bazen inanır mısın, niçin sevdiğimi bilmediğim bir adam ruhuma öyle yakın geliyor ki! Çoktandır inanmadığım halde eskilerin hatırına saydığım insan kahramanlığına değer veriyorum.”
Fyodor Dostoyevski · Karamazov Kardeşler
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janer055 · 10 months
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qupiikaaa · 11 months
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In which, I write angst(?) for the first time. Also, this isn’t X reader. It’s not X anyone really.
(Oh, and Fyodor got the Mother Wishes She Had a Daughter treatment)
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Tbh, this is just a test. I might delete it after a few days.
Told from Fyodor’s POV
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My mother and I were never the closest. It’s not like she was a bad mom. She never neglected me. She never said or did any hurtful things either. I doubt she harbored any true love for me though. That was okay because I never held true love for her either. In a way, I favored my dad more. Always trying to follow him to work, wanting his constant attention. He, like my mom, also probably never loved me. Of course, he’d attend to my needs, take care of me, and buy me the things I wanted, but his eyes never held anything but either disgust or pure hatred. When he rid his eyes of these feelings, they were empty. He would just stare down at me with an emotionless, blank stare. It would never creep me out, though. I’d always prefer his cold stare rather than to see the true when I’d accidentally make eye contact with him. Everything he did and said was always perfectly fine with me. He never loved me, but I never loved him either. Despite my parents not loving me, and me not loving them either, they seemed to love each other a lot. My dad bought me things, but he bought my mother more. When my dad looked at me, it’d be with hatred and disenchantment, but when he looked at my mother, it’d be with love and a sort of sympathy. I always wondered why he’d give her such looks, until I figured it out at last. He looked at her with sympathy because he felt bad she had to deal with me. Normally, I’d just question why he felt that way, but I already knew the answer to that. It’s simply because I didn’t meet their standards. Like all parents want, I got good grades, I’m not a very bad kid, and I have an acceptable social life. Those things were all easy for me, but I was missing one thing. That one thing ruined everything. I was always dressed as the one thing they wanted, a girl. That never seemed to be enough for them, though. Sure, my mother dressed me up in feminine clothing, but deep down both of my parents knew I would always be the opposite of what they wanted. I don’t get how someone could get so upset over a small thing such as your child not being born the gender you want them to, but I was always taught that things might be small to me, but big to someone else, so I just went with whatever they put me in. It’s not that being dressed like a girl was a completely bad thing, but it made me feel weird because of the reasoning. I never said anything to them, though. It would just cause our family more woe, so I stayed silent. I never grew into it as some people might assume. In fact, I just felt worse every year. My sadness quickly turned into anger, but I still said nothing. As I grew older, I learned to act as my parents wanted me to, but it didn’t help at all. Nothing changed. My mother continued to stay silent, and my dad kept giving me the cold looks.
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This is terrible and not proofread. Plz enjoy. Plz.
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huzursuzlugun-blogu · 8 months
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ben deliliğin izlerini taşırkan, umutsuzca normal görünmeye ve anlaşılmaya çalışıyorum...
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untitledbloger · 1 year
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Istg they would act like middle school boys
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yashkasm · 1 year
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On the occasion of Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky's birthday, here's a quote from 'The Brother's Karamazov', I absolutely adore.
"Now I am going to tell you everything. I must get it off my chest. I've told and angel in heaven,now I have to tell an angel on Earth, too. You're my angel on Earth. You'll listen to me, judge me and forgive me..... What I need is - someone higher than myself to forgive me."
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amisoma · 1 year
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My art of fyodor it is meant to symbolise what decay means to him which is new beginnings the angel heads that start the arc with gold blood oozing out which turns into gold white rose vines which is meant to show how to the death of those angels made way for the arc to a new beginning ps:white roses mean new beginnings also i Chose his dead apple fit simply bcs it's more pretty
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Fyodor Praying🩸
Inspired by that one panel in BSD chapter 77.
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Onun bütün sırlarını öğrenmek istiyorum: bana, "Seni seviyorum," demesini isterdim, eğer bu çılgın umut gerçekleşmeyecekse... isteyecek başka neyim var? Ne istediğimi biliyor muyum? Kendimi kaybetmiş gibiyim; tek istediğim sonsuza dek, damia, bütün ömrümce onun yanında olmak, onun ışığıyla, onun halesiyle aydınlanmak. Ondan ötesini bilmiyorum! Ondan kaçabilir miyim hiç?
Dostoyevski-Kumarbaz
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aquarinarium · 1 year
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Ne ben herhangi birine benziyordum, ne de herhangi biri bana benziyordu. Ben tek başımaydım, onlarsa hep birlikteler diye derin düşüncelere dalıyordum...
fyodor mihailoviç dostoyevski (yeraltından notlar)
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lletoilepolaire · 1 year
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İnsanı aptal kabul edersek kime akıllı diyeceğiz?
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payasrn · 9 months
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“Siz şey… kitap gibi konuşuyorsunuz.”
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leafsheepseaslugg · 1 year
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"What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love."
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, My Brothers Karamazov
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