#sergey kuznetsov

[cliriq]

[dadsinsuits]

Sergey Kuznetsov

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at kutnetsov.art/eng

Artist and Architect - Chief Architect of Moscow since 2012

(last entry made in 2021)

Sergey Kuznetsov says...

"I've been drawing as long as I remember myself. Drawing was one of my favorite disciplines at MArchI. From 2007, I started going regularly on architectural plein air studies and experimenting with different graphic techniques. In 2005, I discovered watercolour. On the one side, this technique is rich in expressive nuances and, on the other, speed and improvisation are important, which suits my temperament and creative vision.

Due to my professional interests I focus on drawing architecture and urban spaces. I am not after documenting reality in detail but rather try to express my impressions and feelings, preferably in a free impressionistic manner.

When I travel, I always have colours and a sketchbox easel with me, and I have drawn landmarks all over the world, from New York to Vladivostok. I draw a lot – about a hundred works annually. And I endlessly review them with a critical eye"

Sunset, Sergey Kuznetsov

[adailytea]

Mayblade 2025 - Unpopular character

"I SWEAR TO GOD SPENCER, IF THAT THING JUMPS ON ME-"

The thing in question had eight hairy legs, small round dark eyes, and a personal vendetta against the Blitzkrieg Boys. The most obnoxiously large tarantula in the universe had apparently taken a portal from Hell directly to their room and was now squatting on top of Seaborg’s launcher on the dining table as if demanding a place in the team and ready to win the regionals.

"It’s your fault for leaving the balcony’s doors open," Spencer barked back, sternness painted all over his face, broad back pressed against the wall. "It was just there when I came back from the bathroom."

Bryan had his bag held like a shield in front of him, his knees bent in an athletic stance. "I’m telling you. It looked at me. Direct eye contact."

"Stop yelling. It’s a spider, not a goddamn grenade," Tala snapped irritably. The redhead stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes narrowed as someone doing some complex calculation to weigh the pros and cons of setting the whole room on fire. His stoicism would have looked far more impressive if not for the fact that he had strategically positioned himself behind a chair. One he could throw if necessary.

Bryan scowled, glaring at the monster as if he could pulverize it with sheer power of will. "Just throw your shoe at it."

"And provoke it? Are you insane?" Spencer hissed with disbelief.

"Then we abandon the hotel and leave the launcher behind. Sacrifices must be made."

"This is ridiculous. Just trap it under something," the captain growled from his well defended corner, his patience wearing thin by the second.

Apparently fluent in Russian and now offended, the demon flexed its legs with the energy of a creature that knew full well it was on top of the food chain in this room. And that was enough to send a tall, blonde, highly trained man scrambling on top of the counter and the silver-eyed one bolting behind the couch. 

This stand-off has lasted over fifteen minutes now and still none of them dared to approach. 

"Enough. I'll handle it." Tala sighed deeply and finally moved.

Spencer gasped, horrified. "Don't, Tala. It's... hairy."

The wolf ignored him, curling his fingers like claws beside his hips and squaring his shoulders, marching towards the spider with the gait of a soldier on a mission. 

His intimidating figure loomed over the intruder. As two predators stared at each other, the shadows dancing on the wall grew darker and the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. 

The arachnid reared up and raised its front legs menacingly.

“... Nope,” the boy sheathed his arms back into folding and backed away like someone who just realized they walked into the wrong bathroom. “On second thought, it’s your launcher. You take responsibility.”

Bryan let out a bark of scoff from behind the couch. “So much for our fearless leader.”

Three loud bangs echoed from the door. After sparing enough time for all ominous male activities to be halted or clothes to be properly put on, the door opened with enough force to produce a small gust of wind, revealing a very familiar blonde girl with big, round glasses and a scowl in the hallway.

“What’s with all the noise? Some of us are trying to finish lab reports,” she scolded loudly, deeply annoyed.

Bryan peeked from behind the couch to hurl her a death glare. “Who the hell are you, again?”

“Emily. From the All Starz,” she snarled between gritted teeth. “Tone down, or I will call the hotel security!”

“We’re in the middle of a siege,” Spencer explained helpfully, nodding at the hellspawn plotting on the table.

Emily looked at the spider, a small black thing coiled and poised, ready to strike. Then at the mess in the room. Then at the scattered, fully grown, functional, intimidating Russians whose fame, dark story and unfriendly behavior spread dread and fear amongst the Beyblade community and competitors.

A smug smile graced the corner of her lips.

“You,” she said slowly, savoring each word, “are afraid of a spider.”

Bryan jabbed a finger towards her. “That is not a spider. That’s a hellbeast! It has knees!”

She sighed. “You do realize that it’s literally a spider and not a tactical warhead, right?”

Tala huffed sharply, staring at her coldly from the corner of his eyes. “Please. Be our guest. Let’s see you try.”

“Men,” she scoffed and then marched towards the intruder with the full intellectual wrath of someone who had not only dissected insects in high school biology, but enjoyed it.

Then the spider leapt.

Chaos erupted. Spencer nearly fell off the counter trying to backpedal through the wall. Bryan screamed in some ancient language and hurled a pillow. Tala ducked so fast he temporarily lost Wi-Fi signal.

Emily caught the arachnid mid-air with godly reflexes. 

Silence.

“It’s a Brachypelma smithi,” she explained as she adjusted her glasses and investigated the spider, turning it around gently. “Common name: Mexican redknee tarantula. They’re docile.”

Bryan stared like he had just witnessed the birth of a new deity. “You’re insane!”

“I’m from the US. It’s not the worst thing I’ve seen crawling out of a hotel room.”

Tala narrowed his eyes, following the girl’s movements like a hawk as she turned and walked towards the door. “Where are you taking it?”

“The garden, obviously. I’m not gonna squash it, it’s endangered.” She looked over her shoulder with a sharp frown. “If I hear yelling again, I’m filing a formal complaint to the BBA.”

And with that, she left, slamming the door again for good measure. A frame fell from the wall and good, old, peaceful silence reigned in her wake.

Spencer sat up slowly, brushing dust off his hat. “...Did she just one-hand a tarantula mid-pounce?”

Bryan climbed back onto the couch, gloved hand on his chest after surviving such a near-death experience. “I think I’m in love.”

The captain waved irritably and turned to retreat to his bedroom. “We don’t talk about this, ever.”

“She touched my launcher,” Seaborg’s wielder grunted.

...

Twelve hours later, a deafening screech shook all the furniture in this very same hotel room.

Tala growled audibly, slamming his laptop shut as if it had betrayed him and then rubbing his temples, giving up any further attempt to focus. “What now?!”

“FLYING COCKROACH!” Bryan yelled from the bathroom.

“That’s it, we are moving hotels.” He turned to Spencer, murder glowing in his eyes. “...Call that girl.”

[maukiki1]

Bakuten Shoot Beyblade characters as adults!!!!

Notes about designs under cut

-obviously inspired by the mangas time-skip adult versions. Some of them i already liked like Manabu (hence why he’s barely different) and some i didn’t fuck with like Kai (where has his sauce gone…)

-related to the previous point, i imagined the amount of time between these versions and their regular versions in the show is the same as in the manga, i didnt go off of specific years more like just based it off the manga designs entirely

-at first i was like wow, giving the Russian character an ushanka, how original. But then i remembered Rei, the chinese character in the main group literally walks around with a ying yang on his forehead so like, its only in true beyblade character design spirit if i do this.

-i was gonna design Makoto and Goh too and make them look a little less like they’re just small Takao and Kai but i gave up so I’ll probably draw them in a normal piece somewhere else (Lin too)

-i was also thinking of writing of what they were doing now in the time skip beside the drawings but im not good at writing so I gave up. Though im guessing It wouldn’t be hard to guess how Kai lost his eye or where Yuriy’s leg injury came from lol. G revolution gives its toughest beybattles to its gayest soldiers

-their jobs or atleast the characters shown in the manga as adults are probably same, like Daichi being a blader dj was so genius to me when i first read it. Though he didn’t really look like his past self in the slightest lol or to me atleast

-im not thinking of doing any more characters maybe like 2-3 more but im good this took years off my life and it was harder than i thought it would be

-i left Yuriy for last in my drawing order because hes my favorite and i was excited to draw him the most and i promised myself to not make him more detailed compared to everyone else and i completely fumbled on that im sorry LMFAO i just love him so much FUCK

-These pictures don’t really show how tall i intended them to he so here is a Height chart

[randomlyckopiler]

Just another workday in Argentum squad

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[Katya]: It's not his fault he's stupid!

[Kuznetsov]: He's a liability!

[Katya]: He makes us laugh and he loves us! How is that a liability? All you care about is "intelligence" and "competence"!

[Sergey]: ... Not sure I appreciate this defence.

[pheleszev]

Neo Borg

[animemangasoul]

Ivan: Do you think they'll find the body buried in our backyard too?

[Watching the police raid their next door neighbours]

Kai:.....

Kai: You have a body buried in your backyard?

[Watching through the same window over Ivan's head]

Yuriy [from the sofa]: Your yapping is how they're going to find out Vanya, so shut up.

Sergei: I told you we should have carried it to a secondary location.

Boris [trying and failing to add more sugar to Sergei's waffle batter]: Ain't nobody willing to lug that man all the way across town. He's fine where he is!

Kai:.....

Kai: I have a lawyer on retainer. Just call me when you inevitably get caught.

[needfornostalgia]

Kais scary dog privilege (but they can’t scare Takao completely off)

Im no cosplayer and my cosplayer friends do not care for beyblade so I have to work with what I have.

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[grandpa-kita]

Mayblade 2025 prompt 28. Unpopular character: Ivan Papov (NOT TRUE IVAN WE LOVE YOU)

(Ivan or Ian, I've always called him Ivan. Also I'm posting this in advance as I'll be travelling the whole week, sorry)

Pov: Ivan Papov home alone during the G-Rev World Tournament

Ivan getting interviewed right after finding out he's out of the team because the rich kid Hiwatari dedided at the last minuted to fly to Moscow and took his place

Yuriy who deep down cares about the smol one in Neoborg and asks him if he's okay

How Yuriy finds him

Sergey/Spencer and Boris/Bryan also checking on him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid out of despair

Boris/Bryan and Ivan hugging each other at the airport, with Ivan asking him to keep up with their tradition and wipe out the stadium on his behalf too

A sad Ivan walking lonely back home

Once at home, he takes one minute to remember his teammates, now up in the sky (alive and flying to New York)

One minute later, starting to appreciate his new daily life in Moscow, with the whole apartment for him

Also discovering - now that dad Sergey/Spencer is away - that cooking can be quite complicated

One week into his new life, chores time has to come and he actually enjoys it

A week later, watching Kai Hiwatari throw his bey out of field on purpose in the match against the Bladebreakers in Italy, just to be followed by Yuriy loosing against smol Daichi

Ivan a few minutes later, in the backyard of their apartment, when he realises that he had to give up his place in the team namely for Kai Hiwatari who is now having a tantrum and not doing his job properly

Returning to his chores to let off steam (he is really into it now and that home has never been this clean since the four of them moved there)

Spending most of the time playing Boris/Bryan's games, except for when he is watching Beyblade matches, cleaning or trying to cook something edible

Deciding one day to stop driving cars on the computer and actually drive Sergey/Spencer's real car, because he has trained, the tournament is nearly over and this is the only chance and age is just a number after all

Bonus: Ivan, a couple of hours later, in videocall with Yuriy from Japan who is asking if everything is alright at home as they'll be back in a few days

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[ershebet]

A raccoon can't wash an egg

A raccoon cannot eat an egg when there is no water source nearby

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