#dmitri sudayev

[usernamesuggestionsarefunny]

Dmitri's beloved dad whom he loves and admires being killed by the tsarist government and him still having a crush on Anastasia, going to a Romanov parade, and bowing is an “inconsistent and unnecessary” addition to the story TO YOU

I have a whole ass series of automatically created backstory headcanons I barely had to think through based on Dmitri's cynical and apolitical vibes that perfectly explains it

[midnight-drip]

this is so vlad and dmitry

[jomarchswritingjacket]

fact: every single theater production can be improved by lesbians

[darklinaforever]

I'm really confused about the musical's changes to the Dimitri & Anastasia relationship. Yes, they couldn't keep the Dimitri saves her child aspect. But they could keep the part where he worked at the palace and suggest that he and Anya had known each other as children and mayne liked each other, like an echo of the original movie which suggested that Dimitri probably had a little crush on her when he was small. But no. Instead we get : Oh they saw each other once as a kid at a parade and he greeted her in the crowd and their eyes met leading to a love at first sight that lasted their whole lives... Wtf seriously ? It's rubbish ! Especially since Dimitri lost a lot of his anti-hero substance in the musical. Yes, he's still a scammer but he's much more tender and smooth than his film counterpart ! For what ? Again, transform Anya's personality, I can still understand, to make her more like a Disney princess. But why Dimitri ?! My god... the musical is great to listen to and the character of Gleb fantastic, but they massacred my darling Dimitri. I love Gleb, but facing Dimitri from the original film, there is no match. But against the Dimitri of the musical, yes, Gleb wins. Why every time a villain in love is created, people prefer to invent a bland love interest ?!

[izloveshorses]

thinkin about how dmitry wears less and less clothes throughout the show bc he's getting more and more vulnerable as time progresses and his relationship with anya deepens

[blueeeebirrrrd]

𝓘𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼，𝓘'𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

[derekklenadaily]

| Who would be your Valentine? Tommy Ross, Eddie Birdlace, Fiyero Tigelaar, Dmitry Sudayev, Christian, Joe Gillis? 💕

[wylansvanhendriks]

musical!dmitry isn’t as good as his movie counterpart to YOU. i get him though.

[lesbianchickennuggies]

Anastasia the musical my beloved.

[anastasiamusicalupdates]

Ramin Karimloo, John Bolton, and Derek Klena as Gleb, Vlad, and Dmitry on Broadway.

[shinyasahalo]

Everything historically wrong with Anastasia the musical: part 1

[midnight-drip]

Paris holds the key!! (to their hearts)

[jomarchswritingjacket]

reminder that these four exist around the same time and would totally live it up together

[blotgydja]

‘  forever  is  the  sweetest  con.  ’ (for kath, from dima ♡)

❛❛ YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO ME FOREVER. ❜❜ the words are spat at him, an accusation she isn’t looking for an answer to; it’s true, after all, the phone call she overheard moments before confirming it beyond any shadow of a doubt. their first meeting, the fountain and the soaked shirt ─ it was all a set up, his presence in her life nothing more than a lie meant to shelter her, keep her safe, keep her from ever truly living without a tightening noose around her neck. and what a fool she’d been to fall for it so quickly. the debriefs he must have had with his supervisors, the laughs they must have shared while he recounted how easy she’d made it for him. the embarrassment is but a slight stab of discomfort compared to the heartache she feels, but it helps spur her on, quickens her feet as she tries her best to leave him behind.

katherine knows it's his voice she hears calling out, but what he says is muddled by all the laughter and music blasting through the crowd; ❛ forever ❜ and ❛ exaggeration ❜ are the only words she can make out for certain. whatever the rest of them were, the tone in his voice was familiar; he must have been trying to appease her, to soothe her rage and heartache, by calling to focus her excessive use of hyperbole. it only angers her further.

❛❛ oh, you're worried about semantics, are you? ❜❜ her exasperation is clear as day in the harshness of her voice and the angry glance she throws at him over her shoulder. like they’ve been doing the entire summer, she’s rushing off in the direction her heart takes her while he follows at her heel, desperate to keep up ─ the only difference now is that gone is the hope that he’ll continue to follow. instead she wants to shake him off her tail, to lose him for good in the crowd of people surrounding them. well, that and the fact that she now understands why a man like him decided to follow her around europe for an entire summer; he was guided not by love ( like she'd thought and hoped, like she was for him ) but by her father, by money. the moment this thought begins to echo off the walls of her mind she feels a sudden urge to scrub her skin raw, erase any trace of him and the dirt left behind in the wake of his betrayal. ❛❛ fine. you've been lying to me since we met. happy now? ❜❜ perhaps he would argue that it wasn’t a betrayal, not really, for he was just doing it for her own good, protecting her against the harsh, cold realities of the word. if that was true, then it would be her own shame she’d be rinsing off.

despite her anger and fury, despite her stubbornness and refusal to seem weak in front of him, tears well up in her eyes and no amount of desperate blinking will dissipate them. instead they roll down her cheeks, quickly wiped away by her frenzied hands. ❛❛ consider yourself relieved of your duties, mr. sudayev. you can stop trailing me now. ❜❜

𓆩 — PROMPTS, accepting • @sachingja

[izloveshorses]

I saw a post complaining about musical Dimitri so I want to know what is your favourite things about him in the musical?

sigh... musical dmitry... giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair thinking about him. i'm always daydreaming about him. if you saw me on the street irl i almost guarantee you'd catch me lost in some variation of musical dmitry thoughts.

there are so many things i could say here, anon. his redemption arc™ from a selfish liar to the most noble and self-sacrificing slavic sadboy i've ever seen? his angsty daddy issues backstory? his bewitching silly goose ways? how he lets One Woman completely change the trajectory of his life? how he falls into an emotional spiral about it? the way he Knows Who He Is and is very self assured in his identity, and helps anya do the same? how his identity is so intertwined with his home? his role as a Storyteller™? etc????

but for this ask today i'm going to focus on how gentle he is. i don't think gentleness is something that comes very easy to this dmitry. he lost his father at a young age, as we know. he was alone on the streets and had to fight to stay alive. he cons people for a living. by the time we meet him he's very cynical about the world and doesn't really trust anyone, other than vlad. mostly he just relies on himself and can't really count on anyone else. when he meets anya, a cryptic girl who is a bit off but in need of help, his first response is to scoff and send her away, since unstable people are too risky to deal with. he's capable of being charming, but he uses this skill to get what he wants.

a lesser character with an identical backstory would be gruff and unfeeling, but... this dmitry isn't. in spite of it all, he's so hopeful, though he buries it deep. his most treasured story is about a girl he met at a parade. he is known as the 'prince of petersburg,' has a relationship with everyone on the streets. in the hartford production he calls an older woman in the ensemble 'little mother.' he rescues vlad, a complete stranger, from a firing squad. and though he turns her down at first, he agrees to get anya to paris. he protects what's his own.

you can tell it takes him a while to learn gentleness. whether it's physical or verbal, especially around anya, he is still always on the defensive for a while. fight first, think later. she's really jumpy and skittish but he doesn't start changing his behavior until they fight the ruffians together. he flags all of his movements around her, making sure she knows his intentions first. he talks about his father. he gives her a music box because he thinks it'll make her smile. because she 'earned it.' when she's crying after a nightmare he tells her a sweet, simple story from his childhood.

the train scene is the best example of this shift-- when she cowers after the gunshot goes off, he is completely lost about what to do. 'calm her down,' vlad tells him, but how is he supposed to do that? she's sobbing into his shoulder and he's frozen, panicking, because what is he supposed to do here??? but he shushes her and holds her anyway. he does his best. and it works. in such a tense situation where they very well could be shot next he is so so gentle and patient with her. and by the time we reach iacot in paris, he knows exactly how to comfort her. he learned how to hold her gently and speak in a soft voice. how softness can ground someone in need.

to summarize: musical dmitry is... really soft? and softness/gentleness isn't really something you see in the conman archetype very often. he is so special.

[sachingja]

take off my clothes for you, like a ballet girl? is that all you want of me? (kath for dima!)

the night has fallen quiet around them, drenching the world outside the mansion's window in shades of midnight blue and mist, and the inside of this room in a hazy glow, all amber and yellow-gold. for someone who has only ever lied his way into these places, deception wrapped around his fingers like rings and threads of yarn, a spider in the center of his nest — this feels remarkably different. for starters, dmitry had to barely play any pretend to make his way here; katherine invited him, a clever girl with a knife-like heart and an affection for risks. like a vampire, he has been beckoned over the doorstep and has made his way through wide hallways into grand rooms, one bigger than the next, with more wealth displayed than dmitry has ever seen outside of the historical palaces of his hometown, or that of paris.

now, he is leaning against the thick, rich tapestry of the wall of this drawing room, his dark eyes on her ever-moving form. never looking away, as if he might miss any second of her if he'd do as much as blink. it is sickening, to desire someone so much that they might shift and shake the foundation of your being. doesn't he know all about that?

he takes a sip of his — whatever is in his glass, something warm and spicy, alcohol, though he does not need any more heat poured into his chest. she's enough to get him more than halfway towards intoxication. " not all, no, i wouldn't say that, " he muses and allows the lazy decadence of want curl his lips upwards. katherine is as beautiful as ever but the air of something forbidden surrounding her has dmitry on the edge. oh, if her father would know all about the delinquent young man she has brought into his house. " i certainly want more than just that, but it wouldn't be such a terrible start. don't you think, miss pulitzer? "

with the soft, slow steps of a lover, he moves towards her — his fingertips reach her waist before he can feel the heat of her body, a gentle touch, that of a gentleman. he wants, but he never wants to displease or anger her. they are far too alike for that.

her skin is soft where his cheek touches her neck & the brush of his lips follow in the whisper of a kiss. " allow me the honor? "

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