Mystical Forest

"It tasted strange. burnt. like your coffee." -someone you probably know. No one but a weird, chronically ill college student and in dire need of continuous new books to consume.

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Alyosha again

Making this as part of an animation trend and I think the original is funny.

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Red And Blue

Just finished This Is How You Lose The Time War and I can't resist drawing.

Sorry for the year-long disappearance...

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Alexey "Alyosha"

Can't resist making art of him, this precious boy

Anyone else here had read the brothers Karamazov? Good if you have but if you haven't—

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, READ IT QUICK.

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I can't believe this one single art I made of him is recognized by many, this is such an honor :)

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Alyosha quoting Ivan was my roman empire by the way.

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Drop your most relatable line in classic literature. Or any literature, in fact.

Mine is this, and it of course comes from The Brothers Karamazov said by none other than Ivan:

"but when you come to higher suffering—for an idea, for instance—he will very rarely admit that, perhaps because my face strikes him as not at all what he fancies a man should have who suffers for an idea."

Perhaps I, too, have felt the agony of being inwardly consumed by deep existential suffering, but dismissed, overlooked, or misunderstood because your pain isn’t performative, or because your outward appearance—age, perhaps environment, or occupation—doesn’t align with what others expect of someone who suffers for an idea.

A physical suffering can be easily identified by appearance of course, but when this torment from an idea made you spiral inward into a chaos of how time works or the sheer scale of the universe or 'the past and the current me is existing simultaneously with the two mutually think about each other' and what that implies or what actually happens in the quantum scales. It might sound simple to most, but if one is to think, actually intuitively trying to imagine, I can guarantee it will at least left an eerie feeling. Understanding and applying an idea is one thing, but empathizing with it is a completely different matter. And I am speaking of the physics here, not just metaphysics quantum woo woo. (Also I am a physics student so).

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Everytime I reread this I can't help but giggled because Ivan's tone change in such small amount of time is never not funny;

"Take it as a declaration of love if you like," (compassionately)—literally Ivan 2 minutes later, "Don't speak to me ever again."

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I hate Dostoevsky for not fulfilling his promise and left us hanging with this,

I mean, we have Rebellion and the Grand Inquisitor, just imagine what sort of masterpiece Ivan and Alyosha's last conversation would made ahh

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The og doomed old man yaoi

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Since Ivan's devil was at its core the extraction of his own thoughts and soul, could it possibly mean that all he wanted was to become a merchant's wife weighing 18 stones, lighting candles in churches? Not an impossible prospect I feel to desire the simple mind of a simple woman, led a simple life and so on, instead of constantly in battle with one's own mind without one's consent.

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My attempt, very messy I know. . .

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I wonder if there are more unexpected declaration of the stray thoughts Ivan had in his delirium because this is gold, "Did you know that I loved your face?"

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Personal thought, nothing important.

Upon picking up and reading The Brothers Karamazov for the first time, I had already anticipated myself to be interested and indeed captivated by Ivan, as many people do, as many people already are. And they are correct, no less. He's impressive. He is that such a complex individual, with such depth, with such development and ideas and thoughts and inner turmoil and monologues.

Yet, why is my favourite character turns out to be Alyosha? (To my surprise, of course. I was so sure back then.)

Well, well. To put it briefly, the mere fact that Ivan is me. I understand him by heart, horrifyingly so, almost feeling myself was being written there, scary! Why he did what he did, why he act how he act, why he chose what he had chosen and why he became mad itself. Ivan is not at the slightest a mystery to me, he is painfully obvious. All his thoughts and I repeat, all his thoughts were the exact copy of mine, even the demon. Goodness. My deconstruction (alone, 14) had completely turned my brain inside out and crush it, I was mad, not delirious but no doubt mad. Strange, unbelievable you'd say. Say what you ought to, I won't condemn you.

But Alyosha. I can't comprehend him, why? Why did he believe with incredible unwavering certainty and is overflowing with love for everything? How come he act like that, say those things, and so on? He is bewildering.

But, he understands Ivan. Despite him being the polar opposite of him in terms of philosophy and belief. But he accepted him, forgiven him, pray for him, listened to him, never dismissing him, cared for him, loved him completely unconditionally, kissed him. And I want that, I want just that! Someone who finally understand, someone who—instead of trying to 'fix' what is me for some reason—embraced me. Ivan went on such length finally pouring out his soul bare without leaving anything hidden, to him and to him alone as "the first reader (well, listener) of my poem", Alyosha simply went and kissed him. Who needn't that?

So that's why. Alexei Karamazov is the acceptance and forgiveness that I yearn for.

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Oh what a shame! We could've had it

(though it was stated that she will play Grushenka, I secretly want her as Alyosha, what an odd thing to say I know)

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What is it about Alyosha's expression in the middle of other people's confession to him because they've always been like, "Why do you look at me like that, Alexey Fyodorovich?" "What's with that look?" "What is it your expression?" Ksjsksj

I'm curious, utmost curious lmao what kind of face is he making

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Alexey "Alyosha"

Can't resist making art of him, this precious boy

Anyone else here had read the brothers Karamazov? Good if you have but if you haven't—

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, READ IT QUICK.

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Why do I get the feel that Henry's love for Camilla is somewhat just a show, simply for theatrical purposes, for he was always portrayed as her 'savior' and the Hero (the glass accident, hiding from Charles, ending his own life as 'sacrifice'). I just can't see the affection.

Like as if it was only to complete this image he made for himself.

Idk it feels like he's never genuine about anything except when it comes to Julian lol.

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People tend to forget that Henry canonically covered his right eye, and how there's a scar there. Especially in fanarts and fancasts and so on that attribute is usually not included