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nyantry · 11 months ago

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Dmitry did not like the way Nico felt so tense and apprehensive. It had been four years of that, and Dmitry knew it was his own fault, but now he was with Nico, and he wanted it to end as soon as possible. He didn't want Nico to suffer further, he just wanted that part to be over. To him, Nico had always been an oasis in the midst of the bleak sort of feelings Dmitry often got. It wasn't that Nico didn't have his fair share, but that Nico's feelings were different and they weren't always the same ones at the same time as whatever Dmitry was feeling, so it helped balance things out a little, and that mattered.

But even int he midst of that, he couldn't help but grin at Nico's attempt at pronouncing the Russian chocolates' name. "Well, Koala, it's adorable, I'll tell ya that," he said, finishing his chocolate. "I can understand what you're saying usually, when you try, but it's something like... I know some consonants are weird cause they're not really a thing in English, and the vowels are different. Well, okay, that and the consonant clusters, I mean, who decided to put four of those in a row just to say hello? I sure didn't. That's why I say 'privyet' instead."

As he packed, he almost had second thoughts regarding the clothes. It was something with Nico's feelings leaking through, like the sadness of it weighed on him too and not just on the halfling. In the end, though, he didn't wanna bother unpacking what he'd already managed to arrange into the backpack. He'd deal later.

Nico laughed about the pills though, and that made Dmitry feel better, like it was still the same Nico as always, things were normal. He nodded like 'yeah, okay, you got me there,' and stepped closer to Nico to tuck the baggie into Nico's pants pocket. "Vicodin, just remember to leave me some in case I need it next time." As he tucked the pills into Nico's pocket, he felt several items, but what drew his attention was what felt like a rock of some kind. He left it in Nico's pocket but glanced at Nico with a curious sort of expression.

But on to the fire first.

Dmitry watched as Nico pulled out a lighter and tossed it at the mattress. He'd never seen something quite like that sudden explosion of fire before. He flinched at the noise, too, not really expecting it but not particularly affected by it either. "Dude, what the fuck," he asked, still processing the magnitude of the flames when Nico spit vodka at it, making it that much more violent. "No way that just went up in flames like that? You never told me mattresses are party bombs," he grinned, feeling Nico's relief come on about as immediately as the fire had consumed the bed.

He glanced from the bed to Nico, back to the bed, then nodded. "Yeah, we should go quick," he agreed, handing Nico the backpack as a subtle way of asking for help carrying it. It wasn't that he couldn't do it - he thought he could, but there was still Gary and the return trip, and he didn't want that to be harder than it had to be.

He left the building with Nico and then once they were reasonably away from the fire and potential suspicion, he laughed. "Fire's fun, we should do that more often. What's that rock in your pocket, anyway? Pick it up recently or did you already have that there?" and then regarding Gary, "Walk with me this way, less people. I can teleport us there."

Mostly Nico kept a slight grin as the old feeling of Dmitry's acceptance crept back into his soul. The way he simply found it obvious that he wouldn't keep him away from surfing elevators or exploring back alleys. Not everyone was like that and the casual way it was implied in general passing felt good. Nico could feel his life returning with every word, every step, like his outsider nature was finding it's sanctuary once again, the place he could be himself without his guard up. If only they weren't... here of all places. This was no home.

Nico tried to not dwell in the direction of the fridge either. The clear evidence there should have been no doubts in the direction of vodka managed a laugh from the halfling when he was a little on edge. It was the concept he was in the world Dmitry walked in without him. It hurt to stand in it. To Nico it was a place that shouldn't exist. But here they were.

"Of course. I really should have known. Ye of little faith. What can I say? Always have faith in vodka."

He kept trying to breathe and remain even as they took a tour of this life. It was plain harder than he expected to see it, feel it. It shook his insides far more than any veil ever could.

Then the chocolates got tossed at him. He caught it and grinned in that woo I got a think fast moment kind of way proud of himself. He tried to repeat the Russian word for it and asked, "Why do I just sound like I'm hawking a loogey every time I try to copy your Russian? I'll just say chocolate squirrels. It's cuter. Like my Mouskewitz over there." He said looking up at Dmitry a moment before checking out the shape of the chocolate again.

He decided to eat one while he watched the other pack up. They were shirts he didn't recognize. Time had passed. Just the fact they were items acquired during time they should have been happily married together and were gotten alone had a way of getting to Nico's heart. But, he stayed silent, mostly nodded if looked at, just tried to help reach for things if he wanted any help. He was starting to realize how much the next trip to see the Easter egg lady was going to hurt. He swallowed it down and knew he was going to have to face it or he'd never get through and passed it. Big breath.

Pills? Don't freak? Nico's chin was tilted down and his eyes up as he stared at Dmitry over that one. Then he looked behind himself. Then he looked to the right and then back to the left before going right back to Dmitry's face and pointing at himself. There wasn't anyone else in the room.

"You're talking to me?"

Then he laughed harder than he had since Dmitry had come back.

"That's a good one, Dmitry. I really miss you. Don't freak. Me? Over pills. You really had me going there for a minute. I'm more likely to ask you for some than to freak out." Then he just kept on laughing and laughing. That one really got him.

Then the best moment ever happened.

He watched Dmitry down some "drank" and actually agree to a fire. These were not shit talking boys for as much shit came out of their mouths daily.

He looked at the pack. "Well, we came all this way. We got the mug and the choco Chippendales, pills and vodka. Yeah, we got all the important stuff. Let's burn this bitch down."

Then he lit his lighter. There was no hesitation, no more time wasted. He looked at that empty bed though, the one Dmitry slept in without him. No. He didn't like this place at all. All the discomfort of being there crept up within him.

"Fuck this place." He said then threw the lighter with the cap open. It would take all but 1.5 seconds for that cheap lighter to combust against that old mattress igniting all the fluid inside it. It would sound like a bomb. But, Nico would barely flinch. He knew how combustable mattressess were from living in squaller.

There was a very monstrous fuck you written in the lines of his face as he watched the fire start to spread, the lights flicker against the walls of this prison. To make sure he took the other bottle and downed a drink himself only to spit part of it at the bed to aggrivate the fire. Another blaze would flame up.

Ah, that did it. Much better. Fuck this place. He'd stare at the bedborn inferno.

Whatever anxious and unwell feelings were churning inside Nico over this bed, that fridge, these rooms, this... this place... it all melted down his body. He could feel it go from his shoulders right down his back and into feet and all the way out to the mundane floors.

He'd look up at Dmitry with a new found sense of satisfaction and release of tension from his face. A much less masked smile, far more genuine. His whole body felt lighter with every step as he watched. "We should probably go, babe."

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twistnet · 3 years ago

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against all odds [ dmitri antonov ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; somehow, you managed to beat the odds that were stacked high against you; as escaping a secret russian prison wasn’t exactly an easy feat nor something people attempted on a regular basis

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, slight!au, inaccurate medical treatment // advice, tw [ gunshot wounds, blood + mentions of infections / fevers ], angst [ general fear + worry ], general fluff [ proposals, confession of feelings + kisses ] + mature language

a gunshot rang out around the command room, no time to truly comprehend where the bullet had come from, but the splitting pain rippling up your side was enough to paint a decent picture of events. the bullet piercing the left side of your abdomen, and sending you back against the iron gate with a heavy thud.

your friends around you were quick to subdue the shooter, before someone crossed your line of sight with a pained expression. dmitri knelt before you, hands immediately pressing against your wound as murray and joyce took care of the guard.

following you down to the ground as your knees buckled beneath you, cursing in his native tongue as you whimpered out in pain, “hey! stay with me, дорогая! you’re going to be alright!” he yells before ripping open your jacket layers and ripping a scrape of fabric from the bottom of your undershirt, “you’re going to be alright, just stay with me!” dmitri repeated, quickly pulling a scrape of fabric from the bottom of your undershirt to tie around your waist.

“is she okay?!” joyce’s voice cut through the haze, your eyes lifting to meet hers as you shot her a weak smile, “the bullet is still inside. best guess is it’s caught in an empty space, but i have no way of telling.” dmitri mutters in response, arms looping around your waist to tie the scrap of fabric tightly against your wound. uttering a soft apology when he pulls it tight and you wince in pain.

“we need to get going. guards could be on us any minute. and we’ll need as much of a head start as we can get.” hooper states, looking around the small control room for a way to get out of the prison with as little contact as possible. dmitri nods, apologizing softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead, then he’s hauling you to your feet. you groan in pain, blunt nails digging into the thick fabric of his winter coat as you press your face into his shoulder.

“i’ll make sure she keeps up, but we need to find a way out of here first.” he comments, already wrapping an arm securely around your waist to keep you upright and standing. dmitri knew it was going to be a task and a half to get you out of kamchatka in one piece, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. you were going home to america.

just as he turns to ask one of the captured operators for a way out of the prison, a loud screech is heard from the room at the top of some steps, “what the hell is that?” dmitri questions, hair already standing up on the back of his neck as the noise sounds eerily familiar to the thing that had torn that group of men apart in the pit below.

and when jim had stepped closer to the room, the operator was quick to utter out suggestions of not going in there. to which dmitri had quickly silenced with a glare. the rest of the group followed jim up the steps, dmitri aiding you up the stairs before the door opened, revealing a sight that nearly had you vomiting up the contents from the previous night's dinner.

a demodog laid strapped to an operating table, thrashing and bellowing out as it attempted to escape it binds. but, it was very obvious that there was something a little more sinister in the works as it had looked as though the russians had been experimenting on the subjects from the upside down.

you flinched heavily when a couple gunshots rang out, stumbling in dmitri’s embrace as hopper put the demodog down and moved beyond the curtains to investigate further.

“i’m going to set you down a moment, любимая. need to find a way out of here.” dmitri utters, shooting you a soft smile as he guides you into one of the chairs nearby, pressing his lips against your temple before looking around the room. it takes him less than a few minutes to find an access grate located in the floor -- and from his best guess, all of the gunk had to go somewhere, which meant there was a way out.

you watch as he nearly scares the rest of the group after pulling the curtain back, “hey. found something.” he utters, pointing down towards the grate in the floor and quickly pulls it up as hopper leans in to inspect the tunnel, “you think this’ll lead us out of here?”

dmitri looks over the grate, shrugging his shoulders softly, “i give it a hundred to one odds.” the two quickly share a smile before jim begins making his way down the ladder and into the darkness below.

dmitri stands, wondering back over to where you sit before he’s pulling you up and ushering you over to the grate. he guides you down to the floor as best he can, not wanting to cause you too much pain before you finally catch your footing on the ladder rungs.

“watch your head, любимая.” he utters, guiding you down into the grate right behind hopper. you wince slightly, struggling to lift your arms above your head for any given amount of time, and starting to feel a little woozy as the pain starts to mix with something else.

hopper is waiting for you at the bottom of the ladder, and is quick to help you down after you struggle to make the jump from the ladder to the ground below, “you feeling okay?” hopper asks quietly, looking over your already pale face as you nod lazily, “just dandy.”

the second dmitri drops from the ladder, he’s right back at your side. hoisting you up against his side with an arm thrown around his shoulders and his own around your waist for stability. once everyone is in the tunnel, he lets hopper lead the way, helping you along behind the group so as to not slow the rest of them down -- though, it’s evident by the way they keep looking back at the two of you that they do care about you keeping up with the group.

dmitri eyes your state every so often, taking note of your harbored breaths and the way your eyes blink heavy with each step. in a surge of affection, he presses his lips against the side of your temple, whispering a sweet encouragement to you.

yuri takes note of the little display, letting out a heavy sigh of content, “ah! two little love birds! out of all my years of knowing that traitor, i have never seen him be so kind to someone. she must really be special!” the smuggler comments loudly, drawing the attention of the rest of the group before he’s quickly shut up by murray, who shoves him forward down the tunnel.

murray glances over his shoulder at the two of you, watching as dmitri kept pace with a sturdy arm around your waist as you walked alongside of him. the two of you quietly speaking as you walked through the filthy sewage tunnel toward what you hoped was a way out of here.

of course, he had heard the affectionate names dmitri called you whenever he interacted with you. дорогая, or sweetheart and darling, and любимая, or beloved, had been what dmitri called you from the moment you stepped foot in kamchatka. using it as a way to garner your attention before it was something he began to regularly call you until learning your actual name. though, it had still taken him some time to even tell you what the name meant, even after he had been placed on the other side of the bars alongside you.

however, when faced with certain death, he had opened up to you more in that night than he had during any interactions you had previously. explaining the meaning behind all the nicknames he used for you, and why he had used them. and while he had already previously admitted his feelings towards you, ones that you had reciprocated, before plotting to get both you and hopper out of the prison and back home, he still liked to keep an element of surprise to his small affections.

it was obvious the old prison guard had fallen in love with you, and in turn, you had fallen in love with him. hopper had joked at one point after watching the two of you cuddle up to one another in the cell right before the big fight, that the two of you were attached at the hip -- “practically sewn together” now that dmitri had joined the two of you on the other side of the bars. you had dismissed these comments, but found truth in them when dmitri had finally kissed you on the lips right before the guards had come to bring you down to the pit and uttered his love for you to hear.

you probably would have regretted not saying anything back if either of you had died, but the moment the doors had closed off, separating the three of you from the demogorgan, you had quickly pressed a kiss to his lips and confessed your own feelings, nearly crying when he pulled you in for another round of affection.

there was one more ladder to climb, and you had waited back to let the rest of the group go before you, knowing it would take you the longest to climb up. dmitri had been patient, watching you carefully as you slowly climbed up behind joyce. only climbing once you got a few rungs above him, and always checking to make sure you weren’t about to take a fall.

hopper had been the one to haul you up, forehead pinching together when you had cried out at the stretch of your wound, nearly doubling over in pain and exhaustion as you stumbled slightly. dmitri quickly coming back to your side after climbing from the tunnel.

after making it over to where murray had been instructed to park yuri’s van, hopper ushered you into the back of the van, patting your shoulder as you hissed in pain before slumping against the divider wall.

yuri had settled in next to you, hopper and joyce seated on the bench across, while dmitri was seated up front to guide murray out of the prison extension and toward the gate.

the exit from the prison had gone by in a slight daze for you, sounds slowly starting to distort and for a moment, you couldn’t figure why joyce and hopper were huddled together. maybe they were just cold. you were really cold. and tired.

“oh, nothing like a little prison escape to get your day started, am i right?” murray yells from the front driver's seat, obviously excited about the little adventure he was able to take part in -- as it wasn’t every day you were able to escape from a russian prison in the middle of nowhere.

“we’re not out of the woods yet. my people do not take kindly to escapes. they will be hunting us.” dmitri comments, still scanning the vast snow-covered slopes for any other threat that may appear. until hopper slides up towards the divide with a heavy sigh, “yeah, well, we aren’t exactly planning on sticking around. where’s the plane you came in on?”

“that plane? um, that crashed.” joyce states, smile dropping as both dmitri and hopper toward her in surprise, “crashed?” hopper questions to confirm as a million and one thoughts about how this plane crashed ran through his mind. until joyce points a gloved finger toward the man in front of her, “his fault.”

“a word of warning, jim. that man is more slippery than an eel dipped in baby oil. i wouldn’t trust a word out of his mouth.” murray warns as hopper comes to kneel in front of yuri, ripping the scarf from his mouth as the older russian man starts to complain, “my tongue. my tongue! i can’t feel my tongue!”

in your haziness, you swear you catch the tail end of dmitri cursing under his breath at the smugglers antics, “we need to get out of here, and back to the states. can you get us to another plane?” hopper demands, staring him down as the smuggler scoffs with an angered expression.

“now? you are asking for yuri’s help after dragging him through miles of shit tunnel? i could have told you we were going wrong way hours ago! you neanderthal -- “ he glares before jim shoves him back against the wall of the van, “watch your mouth, or i’m going to take this, run it along the bottom of my shoe, and jam it down your throat!” he gestures with a torn piece of scarf.

“well, go ahead - ! but you’ll never make it out of you country alive.” yuri quickly redirects the second jim’s hands fist the front of his coat, the statement causing joyce to perk up, “so, you can get us out.”

“for a glass of water and hot steam bath.... and five-inch stack of american dollars, yuri will fly you to moon!” he states with enthusiasm as hopper slumps back into his seat next to joyce with a defeated expression.

then, dmitri whips around with a gun in his hand, pointing it towards the smuggler, “you make another demand, you double crossing muzak, and i will decorate the roof of this van with your brains.”

“what so upset, comrade?” yuri questions, enjoying the way the guard’s face falls and his jaw tightens at the friendly nickname, “rough couple of days for you, i’m sure. but now, you are free! everything works out. happy ending for everybody... no?”

“for you, that will very much depend on how you answer, comrade. will you take us to america? yes...?” his thumb reaches to switch the safety off, “...or no?” after yuri had settled back into silence, dmitri spared a glance toward your slumped form. worry casting across his features as he maneuvered himself into the back of the van, gently patting your cheek to focus your attention, “keep your eyes open for me, дорогая. you can’t fall asleep, no matter how much you want to.” he utters out softly paired with a smile.

you hum softly in response, hissing when you shift in your seat to sit up right, eyes closing for a split second that seemed almost like an eternity, “i’m tired...” you whisper out over a heavy tongue, “i know, but we will be at yuri’s warehouse in no time. and then we will fix you up, and you’ll be good as new. sounds good, yes?”

“i’m just gonna check your wound, is that alright?” he questions, gray eyes boring into yours as you nod sloppily, hands lazily gripping at your prison jacket to help him get a better look at the wound burning into your side. hissing slightly when dmitri pulls back on the makeshift wrappings to assess your wound. nearly grimacing at the amount of blood that dribbles out from the wound, and the darkened bits that have dried and crusted onto your skin.

“how’s it look?” you slur, wincing when he presses the wrapping back into place, uttering a soft apology as he bundles you back up before offering you a shaky smile, “you’re doing just fine, дорогая.” he answers, before turning to look over at joyce and hopper who sit just behind him. he shakes his head in concern, eyes filling with worry as their own features fall in despair.

dmitri settles into the seat beside you, shouldering your head up to rest on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around your back, securing you in place as the van continues towards it’s destination. all while hoping that you make the trip without any further issue.

the second the van comes to a stop in front of the familiar church, dmitri helps you out of the back, pulling you along with the rest of the group as he continues to threaten yuri in the chance he decides to pull another fast one on them.

the two exchange something in russian before the smuggler turns toward jim with a eerie smile, “you spent all that time in a cell with this dull man, and didn’t take the chance to smother him?” he tuts before unlocking a separate warehouse, large enough to carry a aircraft to get the six of you home in one piece.

however, as yuri presents his way of getting everyone to america, he is met with less than satisfactory expressions as joyce rushes forward, “you said you had a plane!” she states in frustration, hitting the man on the shoulder to aid in her frustration before yuri drops into an explanation about how he never said anything about a plane, but that he could fly.

you had tuned out most of the conversation, slumping against dmitri’s shoulder as your knees slowly began to buckle underneath you. his arm gripped you tightly, ushering you into the nearest chair as the group behind him argued over the smugglers' means of transportation out of the motherland.

his hands press against your cheeks, wincing at the heat radiating from you. a fever only means one thing, your body's response to fighting off an infection. “do you have any medical supplies inside your warehouse?” he questions, cutting off the group's bickering as they all turn to find him practically keeping you up right.

murray quickly comes to your side, helping dmitri shoulder you into the church where yuri points out the different places he has medical supplies scattered about. dropping you onto the mattress in the corner, dmitri’s thumb brushes against your cheek, muttering something in russian before joyce drops some items into his hands, “these should help.”

then, hands are pulling at your jackets once more, unzipping and unbuttoning fabric until the blood soaked fabric wrapped around your middle is exposed. hisses fill the room at the sight, and dmitri hasn’t even pulled back the makeshift bandage to see the full extent of the damage.

and the second he does, he swears someone behind him vomits in reaction. and he has to swallow down the bile rising in his throat, “is there anything in there to get the bullet out with?” he utters to joyce softly, eyes never leaving the wound as you groan softly in pain.

joyce makes an utterance behind him, trailing off to find something to use while dmitri rolls up his sleeves, coating his hands with alcohol before soaking a gauze pad in the same substance, “clean your hands in the alcohol, then the tools. we have no clue where they’ve been.” he asks jim, nodding to the first aid kit joyce had dropped off beside him.

“this is going to hurt a lot, любимая. just try to stay still for me, yes?” dmitri utters quietly, before pressing a kiss to your burning forehead. then, he’s pressing the soaked gauze pad to your wound, nearly bursting into tears as you howl in pain and kick against his hold. murray jumps in quickly, holding you down until dmitri pulls back from cleaning the blood away from your wound.

tears leak from your eyes, sobs rocking your chest as dmitri steels himself for the next part -- heart ripping in two with each sob that shakes your form, knowing that he’s the one causing you this amount of pain.

jim hands over the cleans tools, along with a small pair of pliers that joyce managed to find somewhere. hands shaking as he hovers over your side, before he’s looking up at joyce and jim, “will you... hold her down?” he asks hoarsely, before the two quickly station themselves on either side of you, each grabbing a hand before pressing against your shoulders. giving dmitri a nod to signal they had a good hold on you.

then he presses the pilers into your wound. after almost an hour of your screams filling the small church, and dmitri nearly stopping halfway through due to the amount of anguish and guilt filling his heart and soul, the bullet was removed and your side stitched up.

you laid on the old mattress, now asleep and warm under the mountain of blankets with the hopes of you sweating out your fever. dmitri sat over a short distance away from you, eyes watching the soft rise and fall your body with each breath you took -- wanting to make sure nothing happened to you and you were progressing as you should.

he chats with joyce and jim when they come by, asking for an update on your condition before muling around to keep themselves busy while yuri works on getting the helicopter functional for flying. when they ask, he tells them honestly that you’re doing better than you had been almost an hour ago. but beyond that, he’s unsure. combat medicine wasn’t something he was trained to do, but the amount of times he’s had to fix prisoners up to keep them working gave him enough experience in the field.

however, panic soon sets in when he goes to get you up -- wanting you to have something on your stomach to keep you hydrated for the long travel ahead, but you’re unresponsive to the calls of your name and the shakes of your form, and the fever has seemed to rise well beyond comfort.

the rest of the group come rushing in when the first worried yell of your name is made, and they find dmitri pulling you from the mattress with a worried expression, “her fever is too high, we need to get it down, or she will not survive the night.” he utters before murray looks at the man with a raised brow, “what are you going to do? bury her in the snow?”

“precisely, i will apologize for it later. but we need to get her body temperature down. and if i have to sit outside in the freezing cold with her until it comes down, then so be it.” they offer no argument in return before stepping into help dmitri get you outside. once you’re settled on the ground, he’s quick to scoop some snow and pack it around the exposed parts of your face. it’s probably the worst way to get your body temperature down, but he doesn’t have any other option.

so, he sits there next to you, fingers pressed against the pulse point in your wrist as you lay on your side covered in a heavy snow. eyes still closed, but the color coming back to your face is enough to give him some hope, “this isn’t how i expected things to go, you know? days ago, i figured you would be long gone. back in america where you were supposed to be, and i would be rich and not a traitor. and yet, it all ended in the opposite.”

he pauses for a short moment, looking over at you next to him before he smiles, “i... want to be with you. go to america with you. live in your house with you. marry you, and make you my wife.” he confesses softly, knowing you won’t remember a word he’s telling you in a moment like this, “but i cannot do that if you die on me... i’m not sure what i would do if you did. so, don’t let me become lost, yes?”

he spends a few more minutes with you outside, before pulling you back inside. stripping you of your wet clothes after the manages to send everyone else out of the church, and gets you dressed in something warmer before tucking you back under the blankets on the mattress. happy that your temperature had come down.

when you wake up, no one else is in the church. you’re stuffed under a mountain of blankets and most definitely not wearing your prison work clothes -- a given, based on the bright yellow hank hogan t-shirt on your form. you sit up, hissing as the stitches in your side pull, and you hike up the end of your shirt to see the full extent of the damage. mildly impressed by the stitching before climbing to your feet.

holding your side, you make your way outside. fear developing in the pit of your stomach at the thought of them leaving you behind. and while it wasn’t something you knew they would do, it was still a big fear at the moment. the cold of the night hits your face as you open the door, eyes immediately finding dmitri and yuri over by the helicopter.

the crunch of snow under your boots alerts dmitri to your presence, and he’s quick to stamp out his cigarette before crossing the distance to you, “what are you doing up? you will rip your stitches!” dmitri seethes, wrapping his arms around your frame and hugging you tightly against him. you immediately tuck your face into his shoulder, arms wrapping around him in return, “i... i thought you left me here.” you whimper out, tucking your face into his neck as his hold tightens around you, “never. i told you i would get you home. and i plan on fulfilling my promise.”

he breaks the hug, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before nodding towards the church, “come, let yuri finish getting the chopper together. i need to see if you ripped your stitches in your little scramble out of the chapel.” you nod softly, snuggling into his side as he guides you back inside.

dmitri gets you seated on one of the large crates, mulling around until he finds wrappings and the medical kit had used to stitch you up before. “can you lift your shirt for me, любимая?” he asks gently, waiting until you get your shirt lifted just enough for him to get a good look at your stitches.

“nothing ripped, but i can now get the bandages on so you don’t get your shirt messy.” he comments, patting your thigh softly before picking up the bandages and wrapping your stomach to keep the wound compressed -- something much easier now that you’re sitting upright.

“much better than the bottom of your shirt, no?” dmitri jokes lightly, smiling as you laugh and nod in agreement, “but you did what you could... i know plenty of people who probably would have left me behind after all that.”

dmitri shakes his head, leaning forward to press his forehead against your own as he stares deeply into your eyes, “it would have fought that... thing again, if it meant getting you back to america in one piece. i was not going to let you spend another moment in my country. alive or dead.” you heart skipped at this words, feeling better knowing that he would have brought you home even if you had died in his arms. something you never hoped to happen, but a good thought nonetheless.

the sound of the church doors slamming open forced the two of you apart, gaze turning toward where yuri stood proudly in the doorway with his hands up high, “katinka is finished! we can take to the sky whenever you and your little prison lover are ready to go!” yuri smiles brightly, and you have to fight the flash of embarrassment that crosses your mind at the mention of being dmitri’s prison lover.

but it doesn’t matter, as you quickly help gather a few items to take with before joining the two men at the helicopter. dmitri gets you settled, handing you a set of headphones before climbing into the front with yuri.

the ride over the prison isn’t long, and from your view, it seems that a lot had transpired after you had passed out. it was a little crowded with the other three members of your party joining into the small helicopter, but you had made it work for the time being. after all, all you had to do was reach alaska and meet with the people jim had spoken with over the phone -- then you would be home free.

the ride back to the states had really been the only thing that had gone according to plan, with a quick refuel at the russian coast, where you had cuddled up to dmitri as the cold of night had started to set in before eyuri had announced the fueling was complete.

the rest of the trip was uneventful, aside from the moment katinka had landed, government cars had quickly pulled up, ordering you all out before a female agent had stepped forward, greeting hopper with an emotionless face before ordering that the two of you be taken to the hospital first.

dmitri had called your name as an agent ushered you towards an ambulance, and you had jerked in the agents hold at the despair that had laced in his tone.

“please don’t send him back! they’ll kill him! he saved us!” you pleaded with the agent that was holding you, eyes desperately looking to find where he had been moved as you were shoved into the back of the ambulance with the doors closing shut behind you.

you were quickly checked out by a physician, one who had praised the work of whoever had stitched you up, before doing so properly and after checking that nothing else was going to be an issue. the second the doctor had stepped out, the female agent from before came in.

“where’s dmitri?” you ask before she could get a word out, eyes narrowing at her as she sighs in response, “being questioned by another agent. we’re getting his side of the events.”

“you can’t send him back...” you plead, face hardening as she shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest, “we don’t have any other option.”

that’s when you blew up, “yes you do! we have rules for refugees! things in place for those who need sanctuary knowing that if they got sent back, their governments would kill them.”

“if we did that, we don't have anywhere for him to stay. that is a security risk we aren’t willing to take.” she stated quickly, before you shook your head and stood to your full height, “then, i’ll take him. my house is still up, right? we can live there. and you have one less commie running around your precious little nation.”

dmitri was brought in to see you, with him immediately scooping you up into his embrace the second he laid eyes on you. lips pressing kisses anywhere he could reach as he let out a sigh of relief at seeing you alive and well.

after the situation of his stay were explained, his face morphing into one of surprise as he was read the rights of a refugee and awarded heaven in the states from prosecution should he return to his home country, you were given transportation back to hawkins.

“so, this is your home?” dmitri questions as he steps out from the car, looking up at the slightly weathered home with a soft smile, “it looks just like you described it... more rundown.”

“would you believe me if i told you it was because i was locked away in some secret prison in russia?” you tease, earning you a deep chuckle before guiding him up the steps and unlocking the door. it was a surreal experience -- getting to step back into your house after a hellish eight months in a russian prison. a lot of your items still left untouched, and just as you had left it all those months ago to help the kids save the world.

“hey, i wanted to ask you something...” you start, looking over at your lover as he offers you a kind smile, “you can ask anything of me, дорогая.” the nickname sends a quick spark of heat to your cheeks, smile widening ever so slightly as you hesitantly ask, “did you mean what you said? about marrying me?”

dmitri pauses for a short moment, wondering how you had managed to hear his confession while you were fighting off your infection, “i... don’t recall saying anything like that.” he stutters out, blinking as you raise a brow in his direction, “oh, so you didn’t say you wanted to be with me? live with me in america and then marry me, all while pressing my face into the snow?”

“i did not press your face into the snow, дорогая. merely piled the snow on top of you.” he defends, chuckling to ease the growing tension and you shake your head, “you’re avoiding the question....”

“i... would, yes. i love you. though, i never imagined myself getting the chance to say it aloud.” dmitri mutters shyly, head ducking down and away from your capturing gaze to save himself from the embarrassment already burning in. his cheeks. only burning more when you chuckle, moving closer to his side as you press your cheek against his shoulder, looking up at him with bright eyes, “well, then be glad the feeling is mutual. i love you too.”

“so, what would you say?” he asks after a brief moment, eyes locking with yours once more as he waits patiently for your answer. you smile, “to marrying you? i would say yes.”

dmitri beams, turning to wrap his arms around you as excited laughter leaves your lips, hands cupping your cheeks a second later to pull you in for a heated, yet passionate kiss before resting his forehead against your own, “i’ll have to get you a ring... i didn’t exactly come over with much.” he mutters softly, now embarrassed for the reason of not being prepared, but you don’t seem to mind.

“i’m sure we could find something to make things a bit more official.” you answer back, already thinking of the little shop down on the main strip the sells all types of jewelry. and it would be a great surprise to the older lady behind the counter seeing you after your supposed death.

dmitri nods, leaning forward to press another kiss to your lips. practically melting as your hands grip the front of his shirt, and humming in content just as your lips part just enough for his tongue to slip into your mouth and taste you softly.

pulling away, chests heaving as you catch your breath, with bright smiles pulled along your lips, “you’re going to be my wife...” he mutters softly, nuzzling against your cheek as you nod, “how lucky i am...” the rest of the evening is spent mulling around, and getting the house back in order after sitting empty for months.

dmitri helps where he can, nearly collapsing onto your mattress after finally getting a new set of sheets on, “i’m sure you are happy to be in a normal bed again. and i do not blame you for one second... this is wonderful.” he comments, snuggling into the pillow as you settle beside him, “well, it’s yours now too, unless you want to sleep in the spare bedroom.” you tease lightly, before chuckling as he makes a noise of discontent.

he looks up at you after a moment, head cocking to the side when he catches you far out gaze. and drops his hand to the top of your thigh, pulling you from your thoughts, “you... alright?”

“yeah... just thinking.” you utter, causing dmitri to raise a brow, “about?” he questions once more, curious as a smile splits across your lips and you look down at him, “our wedding... the reception would be small. we’d invite murray, joyce, hopper, and all their kids. and then, we could go to enzo’s and eat dinner there... i hear they have really good breadsticks and lasagna.”

the mention of enzo’s has him chuckling heavily, lips pulled into a wide smile at the details of a wedding -- his and your wedding, “it sounds like you have the whole thing planned out..” he utters, eyes sparkling as you shake your head and move to lay on your side facing him, “i don’t need anything over the top to make things official. just you, and those i care about.”

“then we will have to call them in the morning. let them know what we are planning.” he comments before reaching across and pulling you against his chest. letting you snuggle up against him as his fingers brush along where his ring for you would go -- giving him more hope than ever that things worked out just right.

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov imagine #female!reader #twistnet #twistnet works 2022

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choosehero-archive · 7 years ago

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“ you know, i thought you were the prettiest thing i’d ever seen — even back then, when i’d just get little glimpses of you here and there. ” he brushes back auburn locks, looking down into his wife’s eyes affectionately. he’s never been accused of being incredibly romantic, but anya has taught him honesty and sincerity at least.

@anastcsie // starter call ; open .

#➤ dmitry : int .#thanks for liking the thing !!#anastcsie

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castor-foskey · 6 years ago

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The corner of Castor’s lips twitched into a soft smile as Dmitri trailed his fingers feather-light across his cheek. So light, in fact, that it actually kinda tickled, but he didn’t dare laugh in fear of completely ruining the moment. The omega was never really one for physical closeness, usually distancing himself even from those he liked, but Cas hadn’t been able to help it seeing him all warm and cozy curled up by himself. His exhaustion and impulsive decision making got the best of him and he’d folded himself up next to his friend hoping he wouldn’t scare the man away. Thus far he’d succeeded, dozing off himself until gentle fingers pulled him back out of it.

Cracking one of his eyes open, he took a moment to appreciate how beautiful Dmitri was like this - relaxed and open. He was always beautiful, it was impossible not to be with a personality like his, but he seemed younger, less wary. It was nice.

#ch-dmitri #int-dmitri #dmitri-002

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itsonlystrange · 5 years ago

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I WROTE THE OPENING FOR SEASON 4

I decided to write the opening for season 4. ENJOY!

PLEASE REBLOG as I worked very hard on this!!

I’ve been writing professional scripts for a few years now. This one is one of my favorites!

STRANGER THINGS 4 #401 11/26/20

We hear A LOUD SCREAM. Like the scream of PURE AGONY.

Superimpose titles:

JULY 10TH, 1985

KAMCHATKA, RUSSIA

1.EXT. KAMCHATKA - SKY - EARLY MORNING

FADE UP on the early morning sky. Light snow falls down from the clouds.

WE TILT DOWN to find a RAILROAD TRACK, with an IMPOSING BUILDING just a few feet away from it. LARGE TREES surround the area. It is covered in THICK LAYERS OF SNOW. Must be a few feet at least.

WE MOVE DOWN, to the railroad track. We see SOVIETS, lots of them. Some with dogs, others are riding on SNOW PLOWS, keeping an eye on all of their hostages.

There are MEN, over one hundred of them. All working on the railroad track. They are COVERED in MUD AND SNOW, each holding a PICKAXE or SOME SORT OF TOOL.

WE MOVE THROUGH the crowds of Soviets and hostages, and TILT UP to a LARGE BUILDING. We hear a LOUD SCREAM, once more.

2. INT: PRISON BLOCK - MOMENTS LATER

WE HEAR FOOTSTEPS, MULTIPLE OF THEM.

WE TILT UP, to see 3 pairs of long legs, two of them wearing SOVIET uniforms, however, the one in the middle is wearing a pair of BLACK FORMAL DRESS PANTS.

THE SCREAMING CONTINUES, however, it is faint now.

SUDDENLY, THE SCREAMING STOPS.

The THREE MEN stop in their tracks.

STRANGER THINGS 4 #401 11/26/20

CONTINUED:

WE CONTINUE MOVING UP, BUT WE DO NOT SEE THE FACE OF THE MAN IN THE MIDDLE.

We do, however, see TWO SOVIETS. One of them being DMITRI, a RUSSIAN PRISON GUARD.

VOICE (O.S) Is it done? (In Russian)

The TWO GUARDS look at eachother, then look at the still unshown MAN IN THE MIDDLE.

DMITRI: Yes sir. (In Russian)

VOICE (O.S) Good.

WE SEE THE MAN IN THE MIDDLES TORSO, STILL NOT SHOWING THEIR FACE. He gestures for the two prison guards to follow him. They begin to walk once more, through the prison block.

SUDDENLY, THEY COME TO A STOP.

Dmitri gestures to the other prison guard to open A CELL DOOR. WE PAN UP TO SEE 495, above the cell door.

The prison guard takes out a SET OF KEYS, and begins to unlock the CELL DOOR.

3. INT: CELL - MOMENTS LATER

WE SEE A SMALL CELL. There is no light, and no windows.

We see a SMALL COT, a BARELY WORKING SINK, and a URINAL.

THEN, we see a set of feet.

WE PAN UP, to see a DIRTY MAN, with clothes, COVERED in mud and snow. STRANGER THINGS 4 #401 11/26/20

CONTINUED:

WE SEE EVERYTHING, BESIDES HIS FACE.

He is bald, no facial hair whatsoever. His shoes have holes in them, and he has BLOOD over his legs. Almost as if he’s been, hurt - - badly.

THEN, WE FINALLY SEE WHO IT IS.

The THREE MEN walk into the cell, and the DIRTY MAN looks up.

And then we see it, Jim Hopper. The police chief of HAWKINS, INDIANA. But, he looks different.

He is noticeably SKINNIER, as if he’s been starved. His head is shaved, and there is no beard in sight. He is sitting on his COT, legs separated, hands on his knees.

HIS EYES WIDENED, as he sees the three men in front of them. But his eyes do not widen at the prison guards, no, they widen at the man in the middle, the man in the BLACK SUIT.

Hopper knows exactly who this is. He suddenly is filled with anger.

However, the audience still has not seen this mans face.

THE MAN IN THE BLACK SUIT: Hello, Jim.

HOPPER: Oh you son of a bitch!

Hopper tries to attack the man in the middle, but his halted. WE PAN DOWN, to see SHACKLES on his ankles.

Hopper is now standing, right in front of the three men.

Finally, WE PAN UP, to see DMITRI, to the left of the MAN IN THE MIDDLE.

We begin to MOVE TO THE RIGHT as finally see the face of the man in the black suit.

White hair, formal black suit and all, we SEE HIM.

Dr. Martin Brenner.

BRENNER:

We have a lot to talk about.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #jim hopper #st4

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desiderium-eden-a · 6 years ago

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Fallen XXXI

“Lazuli said she didn’t do it!”

“The guards clearly saw her there.”

“Their memories could’ve been tampered with.”

“Quiet. It was your blood that opened the Vault. We haven’t ruled you out as an accomplice.”

“Emile was with Cole and me all night!”

“How do we know you’re not just covering for him?”

Despite all the shouting, Lazuli couldn’t hear anything. Their arguing reduced to muffled warbles as her eyes were glued to the screen. To the showing of all the footage, produced through projected thermography, clearly showing . . . her. In the Vault.

She knew she didn’t do it. She knew she wasn’t there that night. Or . . . at least she believed so . . .

Her mind raced through the events of the night prior. Trying to find any gaps or explanations for what she was seeing. A shapeshifter? But all the ones int he group had alibis. And no one outside should’ve gotten access to Emile’s blood.

A fist collided with the table, jolting her back to attention.

“Look. The fact of the matter is that the sword is gone. Two in just a few months. And not only does the evidence point to her, but who else has the gall to steal from the Vault? So unless you can provide another suspect or evidence that undeniably proves her innocence, how will the Ashtrums make things right?”

“ . . . I’m sure we can-”

“Mikhail. I understand she’s your sister but we’ve already bailed her out last time. I don’t see why we need to give up more of our resources to-”

“Well, I say-”

“With all due respect sir. You are far too inexperienced and biased in this case. I cannot allow you to assume authority over this decision.”

“If I may suggest something. Why not allocate the responsibility onto the suspect in question? At least for the interim. Give her a chance to return the blade or replace it with something else. Will that do?”

“If she can find something of equal value.”

“Equal value . . . to something deemed priceless?”

“Well, not right away of course. But she is resourceful. I’m sure she’ll find something eventually.”

“And how do we know this isn’t a tactic to delay retribution indefinitely?”

“We’ll give her an incentive to hurry up. Lazuli will be stripped of her rank and authority. Temporarily. Until either she can replace the Obsequium or her innocence is proven.”

“How is she supposed to find something without the resources of her rank?”

“That is her problem. But we’ll put it to a vote. Who thinks this is fair?”

Lazuli didn’t expect many votes in her favor. Her vote didn’t count. Neither did Emile’s. And with Dmitri and the Tower’s seats empty, there just weren’t enough hands thrown up in her defense. Only Mikhail’s . . . and Nami’s. Hardly enough to outnumber the opposing side.

#{Eden} main story #{Fallen} chapter 8

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greeeenhand · 6 years ago

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Monster Prom in D&D, part 3.5

One last hurrah! Previous parts here, here, and here!

Bellanda Vanderbilt

Race: Triton

Class: Fighter (Battle Master)

Stat priority: STR, CON, DEX

Background: Noble

Skill proficiencies: History, Persuasion, Intimidation, Athletcis

Dmitri

Race: Vampire

Class: Wizard (School of Necromancy or Enchantment)

Stat priority: INT, CHR, CON

Background: Sage

Skill proficiencies: Arcana, History, Religion, Investigation.

Dahlia Aquino

Race: Half-Orc

Class: Barbarian (Path of the Berserker)

Stat priority: STR, CON, CHR

Background: Soldier

Skill proficiencies: Athletics, Intimidation, Perception, Insight.

#monsterprom #not a quote #DnD 5e #dnd builds #Dungeons and Dragons #dmitri #bellanda vanderbilt #dahlia aquino

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karadenizigezziyorum · 6 years ago

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Çaykara - Derebaşı Virajları (Yolda Kalma Hikayesi) Aralık 2012 (Meşhur Trabzon-Bayburt-Yolu D915)

Bitirme tezi çalışmalarına başlamak için sabahın erken saatlerinde Bayburt'a doğru yola çıktık.Gidişte Zigana-Gümüşhane-Bayburt yolunu, dönüşte de Çaykara-Trabzon yolunu kullanmaya karar verdik.Çaykara yolunu kullanma sebebimiz de Uzungöl'de akşam yemeği.

Yolun boş ve havanın güzel olmasıyla sabah gidişimiz gayet kolay oldu.Öğlen vakitlerine doğru jandarmadan aldığımız izinle saha çalışmamızı yaptık ve Bayburt merkezde yorgunluk çayı içip yola koyulduk.Yola çıktığımızda hava kararmak üzereydi.

Google Harita programını kullanarak yol tarifine baktığımda Bayburt-Çaykara güzergahı normal bir karayolu olarak isimlendirilmişti.(D-915) Yola çıkmadan Bayburt esnafına sorduğumuzda da kar olabilir ama sıkıntı çekmeden gidebilirsiniz dediler.Ancak ben kar olayını çok fazla küçümsemişim.

İlk başta yol güzeldi gittikçe daraldı sonra da stabilize yola döndü.Sonradan anladım ki işin en önemli tarafı gideceğimiz yol yayla yoluymuş.Yayla yolu olduğunu bilsem baştan girmezdim.Yarım saat gittikten sonra yol ayrımına geldik,biri Çaykara diğeri de Uzungöl yolu.İlk tercihimizi Uzungöl'den yana kullandık.Tırmanışa geçtikten sonra yol kenarlarında yer yer kar birikintileri vardı. Zirveye ulaşana kadar kar birikintileri gidişimize engel olmadı. Taa ki inişe geçene kadar. Kar kalınlığı 10-15 cm e ulaştığında yolu kontrol etmek için arabadan indim. Yolun ilerisinde kar kalınlığı gittikçe artıyordu. Bu noktada geri dönüp Çaykara sapağından gitmeye karar verdik.(bu arada döndüğümüz yer uzungölden bakıldığında en yüksek tepesindeki yermiş)

Yolda buzla karşılacağımızdan habersiz ilerliyoruz,yarım saat ilerledikten sonra buz tabakasının üzerinde olduğumuzu fark ettim.Tam yola girmeden bir kontrol edip geleyim dedim.İç virajlar buzlu ve dar, dış virajlar ise temizdi.Bu sefer yine risk almayıp geri dönmek istedim.Fakat eğimli bir buz tabakasından geri çıkamadık.İlk başta zincir takıp çıkmayı deneyeyim dedim fakat arabaya zincir koymayı unutmuşlar.Avis yol yardım hattını çekici bulmaları için aradım; Trabzon’daki çekici 1000 tl verseniz gelmem Bayburt taki ise arabam Erzurum da gelince çıkarım yola dedi.15 dk sonra tekrar aradı yanımıza gelemezmiş kış lastiği yokmuş.

Bu sefer ellere kuvvet.1 metre toprak atıp deneyeyim dedim. Başarılı da oldu 10-15 m çıktıktan sonra temiz yola çıkıp geri dönecektik.Bu sırada arkadaşlar yardım için jandarmayla görüşmüşler, pek de umursadıklarını düşünmüyorum ama sonuçta faydaları dokundu.Jandarma, vadideki hes şantiyesi aramış ve yardım etmelerini istemişti.

Toprakla yol yapma işine ara verdim ve tepeden aşağıya bakarak z virajlardan arabanın gelmesini beklemeye başladık.Bir süre sonra araba ışıklarını göremedim. Gelen ekibin çıkamadığını düşündüm, ben en iyisi yavaş yavaş yol kenarlarına toprak atıp, kaymayı önleyerek yola çıkayım dedim. Tehlikeli virajdan bu yöntemle zor da olsa geçtim 200-300 m sonra 2 tane arabayla karşılaştım.5 genç indi arabadan bizi kurtarmaya mı geldiniz diye sordum onlar da yaylaya çıkıyormuş.Olduğumuz yere kadar yola toprak taş atarak çıkmışlar.Arkasından hes şantiyesinden jiple 2 adam geldi. Arabayı verdim abiye, buzda araba kullanmadım siz sürün beraber inelim dedim.Yolun yarısını büyük taşları yoldan temizlemek için yürüyerek indim. Abiyle uzun süre sohbet ettik burada ilk yolda kalan biz değilmişiz çok araba kurtarmışlar burda. İndiğimiz yolun ismi meşhurmuş 12 viraj.

Kısa özet geçtim çok zorluk çektik 5 saat boyunca yolda kaldık.Telefon görüşmeleri yoldan çıkma çalışmaları vs. derken 5 saat olmuş. Uzungöl’de yemek yeriz diye yanımıza ne yiyecek ne de su almışız.

Yıllar sonra bir not: Son zamanlarda Trabzon-Bayburt yolunun dünyanın en tehlikeli yollarından olduğu söylenmekte. Isıtılıp tekrar tekrar medyanın gündemine girince de iyi reklam oluyor. Karadeniz yaylalarına alışkın insan için çok da abartılacak bir yol değil, buzlanma ve kar riski olmadığı taktirde rahat bir şekilde gidilebilecek bir yol.

Yıllar sonra ikinci not: Redbull ekibi Yağız Avcı ve Dmitry Sotnikov ile tırmanma yarış videosu çekmişler. Oldukça güzel video olmuş alttaki linkten izleyebilirsiniz.

https://www.redbull.com/int-en/videos/yagiz-avci-vs-dmitry-sotnikov

#bayburt #bulutlarayolculuk #çaykara #karaçam #trabzonbayburtyolu #derebaşı #derebaşıvirajları #dünyanınentehlikeliyolu #offroad #off-road #rusyapımıyol #soğanlıgeçidi #soğanlı #redbull #yağızavcı #rallitrabzon #rallyturkey

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thecreaturecodex · 7 years ago

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Amebelodon

[Pathfinder’s been pretty good to non-dinosaur paleofanua, but there’s always room for more. This batch of monsters are going to draw inspiration from 530 million years of evolution, no dinosaurs allowed. First up, a bit of a refutation to the idea that “prehistoric” always means “bigger”.]

Amebelodon This creature looks like a small elephant with an unusually large lower jaw. Tusks grow from both its upper and lower jaws, and they are flattened and saw-edged.

Amebelodons, sometimes called shovel-tusked or saw-tusked elephants, are smaller, forest dwelling relatives of elephants, mammoths and mastodons. They have four large, flattened tusks that it uses to cut through foliage, tearing off branches and stripping them of their bark and leaves. They live in open woodland habitats, and frequently keep them open by killing smaller trees and preventing stands of forest from getting too thick.

Like most elephants, amebelodons are social, matriarchal animals. A herd of amebelodons consists of multiple related females and their children, with males typically living in smaller bachelor herds or solitarily. Being small for an elephant, amebelodons are prone to predation by both natural and magical carnivores, and their keen hearing and sense of smell is used to watch out for attackers. Amebelodons will typically stand their ground in combat, slashing with their mighty tusks. Some humanoids have taken advantage of their ability to cut through wood and trained amebelodons to function as living siege-engines, sawing through gates and fortifications.

Amebelodons as Animal Companions An amebelodon uses the statistics for an elephant animal companion, except that it gains the saw-tusk special attack and its slam deals damage as if it were one size smaller (1d4 at Medium size, 1d6 at Large size).

Amebelodon CR 6 XP 2,400 N Large animal Init+2; Senses low-light vision, Perception +20, scent Defense AC 17, touch 11, flat-footed 15(-1 size, +2 Dex, +6 natural) hp 75 (10d8+30) Fort +12, Ref +9, Will +6 Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee gore +14 (2d8+8), slam +14 (1d6+8) Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Special Abilities saw-tusk, trample (1d8+12, DC 23) Statistics Str 26, Dex 14, Con 17, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 7 Base Atk +7; CMB +16; CMD 28 (32 vs. trip) Feats Endurance, Great Fortitude, Iron Will, Power Attack, Skill Focus (Perception) Skills Perception +20 Ecology Environment warm and temperate forests and plains Organization solitary or herd (4-40) Treasure none Special Abilities Saw-Tusk (Ex) The gore attack of an amebelodon deals slashing damage rather than piercing damage. It also ignores the first 5 points of hardness when attacking an object.

#amebelodon #elephant #extinct mammal #pathfinder rpg #tabletop rpgs

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rentalsunsky · 3 years ago

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Borland c++ builder onchange

Int Alpha = ScrollBar1->Position // Alpha will store how much Alpha you want. Either place this code in the FormCreate method, or in a Buttwhenclickedon, a ScrollBar OnChange. Once you have done that, on to the code that matters. This method should work in all Builder versions however.įirst of all, you need to include the following defines If you are using 5, it is a bit easier than mentioned below, as your version includes newer API calls. Ok, im gonna presume that everyone is using borland C++ Builder 4. By using this code you agree to indemnify UtilMind Solutions from any liability that might arise from its use.

All this stuff is written in Borland Delphi. Its a really cool effect, below is how to do it. This page contains the set of freeware and shareware Delphi and C++ Builder components, which can help developers to write their own applications more effective and save their time. This is just one of the solutions for you to be successful. Bug - Fixed output monitor not saving regex match to variable. Bug - Persistent variables were only being saved after successful builds. Change - Added code completion to FBStandardGrid. Feature - Improvements to code completion in action studio. This also enables you to save space on the form.See the image below for examples of using the page control.XYZ軟體補給站強力推薦！！！一定讓你值回票價，保證錯不了。-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= DevExpress ExpressNavBar Suite v1.I just discovered how to make forms see through, like the start menu when u drag it. borland-c-builder-the-complete-reference 1/1 Downloaded from qa. on Novemby guest MOBI Borland C Builder The Complete Reference Yeah, reviewing a ebook borland c builder the complete reference could amass your near associates listings. Feature - Added OnChange event to CheckListBox control. Using this control allowsyou to break controls needed in your application intocategories. You will have to use a special descendant written by Dmitri Dimitrienko for Kylix support. It is however not designed to work directly with Kylix or Delphi for. Thus, you cancustomize the content of each page separately by droppingcontrols onto it.When switching between tabs, the controlautomatically displays the corresponding page.Use the page control if you need different set of controlsto reside on each separate page. Virtual Treeview is designed for Delphi 4 and higher and can also be used with Borland C++ Builder 4 and up. Borland Software Corporation may have patents and/or. Brian Long used to work at Borland UK, performing a number of duties including Technical Support on all the programming tools. It also contains a set of tabs and a client area.The only difference is that the page control provides aseparate page panel for each tab within it. that you can distribute in accordance with the C++Builder License Statement and Limited Warranty. See the image below for an example of using thetab control within other tab controls.The page control provides the same features as the tabcontrol. The image belowdisplays the tab control after completing the steps listedin that topic.You can also create more complex structures using the tabcontrol. Thecontent of controls can be dynamically changed by handlingthe OnChange event.Thus, one of the common applications ofthe tab control is to display dataset records.Tabs displayvalues of the dataset field that can identify a record.Controls within the page display values of other fieldsfrom the selected record.Please refer to the Using the TabControl to Display Dataset Records topic for an example ofusing the tab control in this manner. Thus, youcannot specify different page contents for different tabs(unless you change the page content dynamically in code).The tab control is most likely to be used if you want thesame set of controls to be displayed within its page. Note that unlike the page control, thetab control client area is a single panel.

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This Week in Caps: Week 3

Welcome to This Week in Caps, a weekly newsletter where I recap everything important that’s been going on in the world of the Washington Capitals this past week.

This Week’s Games

10/17/18 vs New York Rangers, W 4-3 (OT)

I hope you like the Caps on Wednesday Night Hockey, because the Caps have hosted that particular nationally televised game for three straight weeks. The Caps took on an old rival in the rebuilding Rangers, and Alex Ovechkin faced Henrik Lundqvist, the goalie he’s beaten more than any other.

The first period was fast-moving, with not a lot of stoppages and little to no shenanigans. Brett Connolly was robbed by Lundqvist, and Mika Zibanejad scored on a rebound in front about six minutes into the game. 1-0 Rangers. The action got going with about seven minutes left in the period; the Rangers had a mad scrum in front of the Caps’ net, and Christian Djoos made a huge save by sweeping the puck off the goalline, keeping a goal off the scoresheet. The defensive efforts paid off about a minute later, when John Carlson scored a booming slap shot goal directly off a Nicklas Backstrom faceoff win, trying the game 1-1.

Shortly into the second period, Ovechkin was back at it again against Lundqvist. On a power play, Carlson kept the puck in the zone and flipped it over to Ovechkin, who slapped a one-timer from the very back of the Ovi Office and caught Lundqvist off guard, giving the Caps a 2-1 lead. But the Rangers would be quick to tie the score, with them getting their own power play and Jimmy Vesey tapping in a goal to make it 2-2. Ovechkin made sure to have the last laugh of the period, scoring yet another one-timer power play goal, eerily similar to the first one, to make it 3-2 Caps.

But the lead wouldn’t last, and Chris Kreider scored a tip-in goal on a power play for the Rangers that tied the score 3-3. And despite everyone’s best efforts, this game would go to overtime.

Evgeny Kuznetsov drove play when he had the puck in overtime, eventually faking at shooting the puck at the net. Matt Niskanen, hovering nearby, dunked home the rebound to score the overtime winner, giving the Caps the 4-3 win.

The Caps outshot the Rangers 38-32 and had the advantage on faceoffs at 53%. Each team went 2/4 on the power play, and Braden Holtby saved 29/32 shots. This game was closer than the Caps probably would have liked, but it’s a win all the same, and the Caps will be happy to take it.

10/19/18 vs Florida Panthers, L 5-6 (SO)

The Panthers came into this one winles on the season, and the Caps were looking for two in a row. And when all was said and done, this game ended up being a wild one.

Joe Beninati described the Caps’ first period as “sleepy,” and that’s how it felt. Defense was not good, and they just did not look good in the first at all. Vincent Trocheck scored halfway through the period. The Caps responded five minutes later on a John Carlson goal, throwing home a puck in front of the net to make it 1-1. But the Panthers pounded the Caps the rest of the period, scoring the next goal just thirty seconds later. Florida got goals from Evgenii Dadonov, Colton Sceviour, and Jared McCann to make it 4-1 Panthers by the end of the first.

Things changed for the Caps between the first and second periods — Braden Holtby was taken out of the game in favor of Pheonix Copley, and the lines were put in a blender. It seemed to work, as the Caps were completely revitalized and were dominating play, with the defense especially looking a lot better (the Panthers did not get their first shot on Copley until halfway through the period).

They got the comeback rolling with just under two minutes in the frame — Brett Connolly scored on a sharp angle to make it 2-4. Later, the Caps got an odd-man rush and Jakub Vrana scored from his knees to make it 3-4. And just a few minutes later, Devante Smith-Pelly took advantage on a bad bounce off the Panther goalie, and scored on the second shot to complete the comeback and tie the game at 4. The Panthers were also forced to make a goalie change, pulling James Reimer and replacing him with Michael Hutchinson.

However, the Caps were a bit undone by all the penalties at the end of the period. Alex Ovechkin was called for interference against Aaron Ekblad at 17:18 and the Caps were called for too many men at 18:03, giving the Panthers a two-man advantage for 1:15. Matt Niskanen, Brooks Orpik, and Nicklas Backstrom put up a great defensive showing, but the Panthers capitalized and Jonathan Huberdeau scored at 19:09 to make it 5-4 Panthers, and they still had about fifty seconds of power play time. Then the refs didn’t like what Evgeny Kuznetsov said to them and sent him to the box for unsportsmanlike conduct with eight seconds left in the period. The Panthers would start the third with three seconds of five-on-three, and then 1:45 of power play time, which the Caps killed.

The Caps got a power play at 16:52 of the third, and they pulled Copley for the extra attacker halfway through the power play, and Backstrom scored the tying goal, tapping one into the net at 18:35, trying the game at 5. But then Niskanen took a penalty with 23 seconds left in the game, and there was no more scoring in regulation, so the Panthers had just over 1:30 of four-on-three power play time to start overtime. The Caps killed that, and there were no more whistles in overtime and the rest of it was played four-on-four. The Caps had many chances in overtime, particularly a Dmitry Orlov shot off the post, but this game would be decided in a shootout.

The shootout went thus: T.J. Oshie goal, Aleksander Barkov goal, Kuznetsov goal, Nick Bjugstad no goal, Ovechkin no goal, Trocheck goal, Backstrom no goal, Huberdeau goal. The Caps lose the shootout 2-3 and the game 5-6.

The Caps outshot the Panthers 31-30 and were barely beaten on faceoffs, winning 49.2%. They went 1/3 on the power play, while the Panthers went 2/7. Holtby saved just 7/11 shots in his short start, and Copley saved 18/19.

The new third line (Vrana, Connolly, and Lars Eller) looked excellent tonight, and was the most prominent forward line. Orlov also had a couple of very strong looks. Copley was excellent in relief and kept the Caps in the game, even though the Panthers shooters made the rookie look a little silly in the shootout. Were it not for the shootout, he might have gotten his first NHL win.

The game was wildly entertaining, and even though the Caps got down and looked bad early, they showed great resilience in making that three-goal comeback and then tying it yet again late in regulation. This looked like it was going to be a horrible loss, and ending this game with a point is something they’ll gladly take.

Current record: 3-2-2

What’s Going on in the World of the Caps

Wilson Appeal

Tom Wilson met with NHL commissioner Gary Bettman on October 18th to discuss the appeal of his twenty-game suspension. The hearing lasted seven hours, and Bettman’s decision is expected sometime midweek.

Brett Connolly Leaves Yet Another Teammate Hanging

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Remember last year when Kuzy was looking for a fist bump from Brett Connolly, and Connolly left him hanging, resulting in Kuzy fist bumping himself? Well, Friday against the Panthers, Conno left another teammate in the dust, and the victim this time, Jakub Vrana, was left to fist bump himself. This seems to be becoming a trend for Connolly, and if history repeats itself, we may already have the winner of gif of the year. (x)

Special Teams

The Capitals’ power play this season has been absolutely deadly. They’re currently cashing in on an unreal 38.5% of power play opportunities, which is best in the league. The big guns have been doing their job. The penalty kill, however, is stuck near the other end of the spectrum. They’re killing 72.4% of penalties, which is 24th in the league. Ideally, you’d like to be somewhere around 80%, or maybe even 85%, to have a really effective penalty kill. They’ve been letting in too many chances and need to tighten it up a bit. Maybe the loss of Jay Beagle or the absence of Tom Wilson, both excellent penalty killers, is really hurting them, but they’re going to have to do something about it and get better.

Faceoffs

Winning faceoffs? Never heard of her. Overall, the Capitals have won 46.0% of faceoffs, which is 29th in the league. Not good. The funny thing is that not everyone is doing horribly; Nicklas Backstrom is winning 54.5%, which is quite good, and Lars Eller is winning 51.2%, which is not shabby. But Nic Dowd is winning 43.8% and Evgeny Kuznetsov is winning only 36.2%, which is very bad, especially because he has taken the second most draws on the team (after Backstrom). The loss of Jay Beagle certainly hurts in this department, but the centers, especially Kuznetsov and Dowd, need to pick it up. Winning faceoffs can really help possession and even lead directly to goals.

Other Miscellaneous Happenings

Ovi repaired one of his teeth, which was broken in the Stanley Cup Final

Ovi doesn’t need pants

Brooks Orpik was inducted into his high school’s Hall of Fame

Wanna see pics from Casino Night? Here ya go

Player of the Week

John Carlson is putting up his very early case for the Norris Trophy and reminding people how much of a mistake it was he wasn’t an All-Star and Norris finalist last season. In two games this week, he tallied two goals and two assists for four points. He is second on the Caps in goals, assists, and points, trailing Ovechkin, Backstrom, and Kuznetsov respectively. He is currently the second-highest-scoring defenseman in the league, trailing only Morgan Rielly of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Social Media Post of the Week

nastyashubskaya: 2 месяца ❤️two months! #happybirthdayson #weloveyou

The Ovechkins posted an adorable family photo on the day baby Sergei turned two months old.

Stars of the Night Season Leaderboard

Over the course of the season, I will be keeping track of the Caps stars of the night, translating them into points, and organizing them into a leaderboard.

1st star = 5 pts, 2nd star = 3 pts, 3rd star = 1 pt

1. Kuznetsov — 13 2. Ovechkin — 8 3. Backstrom — 4 4. Carlson — 3 T-5. Eller — 1 T-5. Holtby — 1 T-5. Oshie — 1

Achieved and Upcoming Milestones

Jakub Vrana played in his 100th career NHL game on 10/17/18 vs the New York Rangers With two power play goals on 10/17/18 vs the New York Rangers, Alex Ovechkin advanced to 9th on the all-time NHL power play goals list, tied with Dino Ciccarelli (232). With one more, he can stand in 9th place alone, and with two more, he can be tied for 8th with Marcel Dionne (234). Nicklas Backstrom is 2 assists away from 600 career NHL assists Nicklas Backstrom is 1 power play goal away from being tied for 5th in Caps history in power play goals (67) John Carlson is 2 points away from being tied for 6th in Caps history in points among defensemen (345) John Carlson is 2 power play goals away from being tied for 7th in Caps history in power play goals among defensemen (25) Evgeny Kuznetsov is 7 assists away from 200 career NHL assists Dmitry Orlov is 5 assists away from 100 career NHL assists T.J. Oshie is 9 goals away from 200 career NHL goals Devante Smith-Pelly is 6 points away from 100 career NHL points Madison Bowey is searching for his first NHL goal Nic Dowd is searching for his first assist as a Capital

Next Week’s Upcoming Games

10/22/18 @ Vancouver Canucks (10 PM) 10/25/18 @ Edmonton Oilers (9 PM) 10/27/18 @ Calgary Flames (4 PM)

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