#FEDKA!!!

[sasperine]

it's interesting how dostoevsky will exclusively name the worst characters after himself (fyodor karamazov, fedka the convict) he's like a reverse jane austen

[imchai]

Happy valentine's day!!

(On Fedka's picture it's translated like "People love crystal and silverware."

[possessedbydevils]

Guess who started reading TBK!!!! Loving it so far and l had to draw some characters, l wish Dosto gave more information about them but it's fine (also: designs inspired by @gegengestalt)

[catcoffeeenjoyer]

Someone should take away the demons book from me

I reread „the last vodka” scene again, and what I found was that while Kirillov was making food for Fedka, Fedka was preparing tea for Kirillov. Like it’s legit said, that samovar was prepared by Fedka for „Alexei Nilych”

Another way of saying that sometimes kindness can really save a person istg

[softcoresuffering]

JUST realized that Dostoyevsky could be defininitively taken out if we throw Ayatsuji at him...

[balladyiromanse]

Hi, Adam, the dolokhov enthusiast, what do you like about him the most?

hey hi hello!! i like how complex he is and how contradicting his personality is. and i like how we get to discover his “good guy” side as we read the novel and how fedka from the beginning of the book and fedka from the end of the book seem like completely different people

i also like how he has a mindset of a teenage girl (when he made rostov lose 43 thousand rubles because 43 is his age + sonya’s age. who even thinks like that. (i think like that) (im a teenage girl)) and also THIS PASSAGE i’ll just leave it there because it makes me absolutely insane

[bucoliqves]

today's ruslit old men yaoi is 1972 italian stavrovensky

"Nikolai, stop! Let's make it up! Why won't you answer, I'll do anything you'll ask me to! I'll bring Liza, I'll let you have Shatov! Just make peace with me... I have a knife as sharp as Fedka's, but not with you..."

"What kind of talisman do you think I am?"

[mohich]

and fedka and kirillov

[dykenastasyafilippovna]

fedka was sitting under that bridge like a little goblin offering to kill people willynilly until he met st*vrogin and it finally worked

[child-of-hurin]

Stepan Trofimovitch’s affirmation of the transcendental value of beauty precipitates a near riot. Yet across the course of the novel as a whole, we are enabled to see that not only is his aestheticism incapable of resisting the force of contemporary nihilism, but the difference between his aestheticism and the nihilists’ materialism is at times paper thin. With regard to the former, he is shown to be an entirely ineffectual man who is constantly vacillating, incapable of making decisions, living out a fictitious self-image that he uses to sponge off a patroness who believes him to be a genuinely great intellectual figure. There seems ultimately to be nothing to him apart from a fragile web of fabrications. In narrative terms, it is telling that Stepan Trofimovitch is the father of Peter, leader of the nihilists, and we are enabled to see that his neglectful behavior toward his son played a major role in the latter’s sociopathic tendencies. He is not only the ideological forebear of the 1860s nihilists; he is also their literal progenitor. To drive the lesson home, Dostoevsky tells us that he had once been the owner of Fedka, the escaped convict, whom he had sold into the army to pay a gambling debt, thus inaugurating Fedka’s descent into a life of crime. At the very beginning of the novel we are told that he was also the author of a dramatic poem in the last scene of which “we are suddenly shown the Tower of Babel, and certain athletes at last finish building it with a song of new hope, and when at length they complete the topmost pinnacle, the lord (of Olympus, let us say) takes flight in a comic fashion, and man, grasping the situation and seizing his place, at once begins a new life with new insights into things.” No matter how fancifully dressed up in the mystificatory language of mythology, and however ineffectual, this can be read as a fairly explicit statement of the program of the Man-God that is no less radical in its theological implications than Kirillov’s explicit defiance. Yet there are seeds of redemption in idealism that are perhaps lacking in materialism. If the choice is between “Raphael and petroleum,” as Stepan Trofimovitch declares, do we not sense that, like him, Dostoevsky too would choose Raphael?

George Pattison, Dostoevsky's Response to Russian Nihilism (2022)

[imchai]

Just post a part of my demons drawing during the absence and disappeared again

[possessedbydevils]

*In a trash can* Where is... Fedka the convict art....

[catcoffeeenjoyer]

Tonight I bring Fedka

Tommorow, who knows

[zenocuccucik]

I HAVE TO ASK YOU TOO WHATS YOUR FAVORITE FEDKA SHIP!!!!! please talk about fedka with me or i’ll explode😊

Well. I think that my opinion is very unusual. I really like Dolokhov x Pierre. Pls don't kill me. Thank you🫶

[balladyiromanse]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE DOLOKHOV SHIP! OR DO YOU THINK THAT HE IS A LONELY WOLF

my favorite ship is dolokhov and me😋 no but i this is such a good question… i think i like him with anatole but JUST for shits and giggles. like they’re just evil together and it works for them you know? i really like how their dynamic is portrayed in the great comet (the musical) when fedka is the more reasonable one which doesn’t really make sense since he’s just as insane as kuragin but it’s funny when they’re in a middle of abducting natasha and fedya is like “anatole darling i think you haven’t thought this through would you allow me to talk you out of this when we’re in the middle of doing this?😊” AND HE GENUINELY THINKS THAT ANATOLE WILL LISTEN (he obviously doesn’t). and then anatole goes on this long rant how dolokhov thinks that he’s not being grateful etc etc

and i think about his situationship with nikolai literally every day and im SO MAD that tolstoy just kind of got rid of it. like you know this affair with sonya… just why. i mean i GET why he liked sonya since this passage from the novel is ingrained in my brain:

but still i don’t see what’s the point making fedka sad and depriving him of nikolai’s friendship in this way. (maybe he just wanted to show off with his writing in that gambling scene with nikolai and fedka because i vividly remember being literally on the edge of my sit while reading it). especially since sonya doesn’t marry nikolai at the end (thankfully) and if she did ended up with fedya i genuinely think they would be happy. like he would change for her and stuff. i think he would actually be willing to. they’d be all lovey dovey with each other. so i like them as a theoretical option since tolstoy decided to make sonya miserable.

AND ALSO HONORABLE MENTION: fedka and pierre. they scratch my brain. very nice. (i cried about them once). (the duel scene makes me want to smash my head against the wall). i love drama

[picturespurple-68]

Happy birthday @ironicorange! Now whenever you visit the states you can drink here legally! Here's the present of your choosing, more dilf Alfred (and a seperation from the main dilf au I write).

Summary: A little drinking between Alfred and Ivan goes too far when the older man can't learn to listen to the word no.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content Warnings: Noncon and talk of forced pregnancy/breeding

If these topics make you uncomfortable pls do not read!

Ivan should've known something was wrong when he came over to find that Alfred had started drinking before his arrival.

The man had dropped his kid off to his ex-wife and invited Ivan over for a late night hangout. Everything seemed fine, save for Alfred’s pre-gaming, as the two were chatting and drinking on his couch with some innocuous 80s action flick playing in the background.

The atmosphere was relaxed, at least, until the topic of Ivan's prior relationships came up. It was conflicting, because Alfred kept prying for information while showing displeasure at each detail he learned. Hearing about his past lovers seemed to annoy the older man, who to Ivan now showed himself to be less sober than he originally knew.

Jealousy gnawed at Alfred’s brain, the thought of another man touching him brought out a feeling of frustration and a want to do something about it. That something, as it was, was swiftly pulling Ivan in close to sloppily French him.

Ivan cringed at the beer-tinged tongue that pushed into his mouth. He gently shoved the man away, both of their breathing now labored and Ivan even had to wipe a trail of drool from his chin.

"That was not very pleasant," he lightly joked, "I believe it is time for me to go home."

A feeling of panic hit Alfred when Ivan moved to collect his things, "What? Why? I was hoping you'd stay the night."

With a little smile, Ivan leaned down to give his stubble covered cheek a peck. "It is ok, I will see you later when you are feeling better Fedka."

'No no no no no no no no!' Alfred couldn't let him leave...'He won't.'

Just about to open the front door, Ivan was stopped when the larger man came up behind to wrap his arms around his body.

"I'm feeling quite fine, Ivan. Don't go..."

The grip he had was tight and Ivan felt his blood race as one of Alfred’s hands purposely rested along the front edge of his waistband. He attempted to move and shrug him off, but froze up when the button of his pants was popped open.

"Alfred stop, you are drunk."

"I want you...now." Fingers danced just under his briefs, feeling the skin beneath grow warmer.

"No Fedka, not tonight," they slipped lower to his pubic area, "Y-You need to get off..."

A shudder ran through the man in his arms when a finger moved farther down through his lips to tease around his hole. Ivan continued to struggle within his grasp but this only succeeded in forcing Alfred to shove him against the wall.

Mouthing along his neck, Alfred started dry humping his backside and slipped a finger, down to the knuckle, inside him. The drunken man groaned as he rubbed along the soft, wet walls of his cunt, wanting so desperately to stuff him full. The liquid that started to coat his hand made it easier to thrust back inside and brush his palm against the hood of his clit.

Ivan's arms weren't restricted so trembling, he tried to pull at the limbs around his waist or down his pants to no avail. Alfred was much stronger and his efforts were only rewarded with another large finger pushing in to squirm and stretch him open.

It felt good. God he wished it didn't feel this good but the push and pull of his hand made his knees weak and stomach twitch. A particular roll of his hips he couldn't stop only encouraged the older man to move faster and Ivan knew he wasn't going to last long.

"C'mon baby, you can do it. Let me feel you gush on my hand." He curled his digits upwards to deeply rub into the part he understood to be his g-spot, perhaps a bit rougher than he meant to.

Practically clawing at the wall, Ivan couldn't stop the squeal that slipped out. Warmth bloomed from his pelvis and spread through his body as a faint feeling of shame registered in the back of his head.

As his hand was held in an almost vice-like grip, Alfred quickly came to the decision that he wasn't just gonna end this night all by himself.

Limbs like jelly, Ivan was saved from falling to the ground when Alfred spun him around to lift him with ease. It took a moment too long for the younger man to realize that he was being moved farther into the house until his back met a familiar bed.

To Alfred, the next couple of minutes were all just a blur in his memory but when the fuzziness cleared he realized he had Ivan underneath him, bracketed by his arms. They were both in a state of undress down to their boxers, Al more nude than Ivan who still had his shirt on and a large rip at the crotch of his underwear. A bottle of lube lay discarded as Alfred pushed Ivan into another sloppy makeout to which the Russian could only half-heartedly try to pull away from.

Bodies pressed close, Alfred kept a tight grip on his partner's hips while his exposed cock slid along his sensitive cunt. The sound of slick skin against skin and heavy breathing was then only interrupted by Ivan’s biting remark.

"Ty vsego lish' otvratitel'nyy starik!"

...His brain lagged for a second, caught off guard by the switch to Russian, but as the words translated in his head, a long smile stretched across his face, "Yeah, and this old man wants you to behave like the good little boy I know you are."

Lifting the man's hips higher, Alfred set a faster pace, taking his time to just focus on his own pleasure and making a mess between them of lube and precum.

The way the head of his cock rubbed against Ivan's clit made his eyes flutter and roll back for a sec but he didn't want to give the pig the satisfaction of seeing him enjoy this. His grip on the sheets below grew tighter with each thrust and soon, the want of something to fill his hole heightened his arousal.

"F-Feels good doesn't it? God you're so wet, I bet you want me to ram this cock in." The man had a thing for dirty talk and his loose lips now went off without a care. In his excitement, his hips were now thrusting frantically and he reveled in how Ivan let slip a few huffy moans.

Gasping, he struggled to finish his sentence, "Shit! Hah, I'll b-blow my load in you and s-show everyone...just...who you...belong to!" He punctuated his words with hard bucks until finally reaching his peak and cumming over the front of Ivan's pubic area and the ripped fabric.

The man below released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His cunt was throbbing, effectively edged and sensitive from the sudden lack of stimulation. Alfred's breathing seemed to die down and for a moment, Ivan was prepared for him to collapse and finally pass out. What he didn't expect, was for the man to shift and have his hand rub cum slicked fingers around his swollen clit.

In that moment, everything went blank in his brain as he experienced his second orgasm, legs shaking like crazy and fully unaware of the string of breathy 'yes's leaving his lips. Before the man could even finish cumming, there was a nudging against his hole that gave way to an immediate pressure on his insides leaving his body to tighten up in sensitivity.

"God, fuck!" Alfred felt overstimulated by the contacting heat and couldn't help but crush the man below in a tight embrace to ground himself.

It all felt overwhelming for Ivan. He wasn't prepared for the sudden fullness or the speed at which Alfred continued to buck and grind into him.

Alfred was close to cumming again so soon, that was no surprise, "Fuck! Shit! I-I'm gonna cum Vanya- ngh!" He was too excited and his unfiltered brain wanted to let it be known, "Y-You know, you'd look so beautiful Ivan...hah...with your womb stu-stuffed and growing from my seed..."

Ivan still had enough sense to reject the notion as he squirmed in oversensitivity, "Stop, stop Alfred please! I can't! I can't! I-"

"C'mon now baby, don't you wanna help me give Alex a sibling? Shit... I could show you off to the neighborhood, your friends...family...let 'em see what I've done to their precious boy- ghh!"

Just the thought...just the thought of being forced to carry his child did more to him than he knew it should've. Ivan felt his eyes water as he gave up resisting and his hips bucked back to meet Alfred’s.

The man above groaned deeply in his ear, stuttered his thrusting, and muffled the rest of his growls by biting into his shoulder as shot after hot shot of cum pushed inside.

Heavy panting, almost hyperventilating, punched out of Ivan followed by the locking up of his twitching thighs. He could distinctly feel the warmth coat his insides as his hips continued to grind back against Alfred in a state of bliss until he went limp and practically boneless.

The two then laid in silence, waiting for their senses to return and heartbeats slow. Alfred was the first to move, pulling out of Ivan with a hum and laying on his side to cuddle the other man close. Ivan whined but also knew he didn't have the energy anymore to fight back. Just before Ivan was pulled under by the lull of sleep, he felt Alfred’s hand rub along the chub of the area just under his navel, clearly pleased with what he's done.

Translation- Ty vsego lish' otvratitel'nyy starik!/You're nothing but a disgusting old man!