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@russicnrat
hi friends ! since i'm returning this blog after ~3 years of hiatus, it needs some maintenance ! and until i can figure out how i want to proceed with this blog, here are some important links :)
this is an independent, private, & highly selective roleplay blog for Dmitry from Anastasia ( broadway & fox mixed canon) written by lyra ( she / her ). please take a look at the links below before interacting !
rules. \ dossier. \ verses.
does maybe happy ending rp exist and should i write claire
I tried to think of everything I just forgot romance I never should have let them dance
@noblehcart:
"yeah, you do know its going to take all my pull to keep my husband from throwing you back in prison, right?" all her pull. a lot of promises and late nights. a lot of baseball games and favorite meals to be cooked were in her future if she was going to keep gleb from throwing dimitri in the slammer. again. "what are you doing here?" the whispered hiss, fingers gripping his sleeve as she tugged him into an alcove away from the potential glance of her husband. "aren't you banned from this museum?" her stomach flipped as she tried to rationalize things. "you cannot be planning to steal something, dimitri. and what about your anklet? can't gleb see you're here anyway?"
"It won't take all of your pull if he just doesn't find out." His hushed reply was shot back matter-of-factly. Dmitry had always been a RISK-TAKER-- a fact all too well proven by the tracker strapped to his ankle-- but he wasn't reckless for recklessness' sake. There was always a reason.
The rationale for this ( stupidly sneaking around a closed museum right beneath his handler's nose ) was that Dmitry knew Liesel often liked to show Gleb her finished manuscript curations before they went on display and he'd rather crash a date night than deal with sneaking past the night shift security after the museum was officially locked up for the day. Not to mention, Gleb would be a lot less likely to monitor Dmitry when he was out with his wife.
"I just needed you to unlock the door." His eyes darted past her, sweeping the archive hall behind her before he continued, urgency lacing his voice. "Listen, I need to get to that room back there-- the one with the Fabergé eggs-- so, you need to either get Gleb out of the way or we're both fucked." He paused, gaze searching her face for any hesitancy.
"Just keep him occupied or whatever. Nothing's going to go missing, I just need to get into that room."
𝑳𝒀𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ REPUTATION ( 2017 ) by taylor swift.
taken from or inspired by the lyrics of the album. some sexual themes present.
+ feel free to change pronouns !
‘ i see how this is going to go. ’
‘ i knew he / she / they was a killer, the first time that i saw him / her / them. ’
‘ every love i’ve ever known in comparison is a failure. ’
‘ i’ll keep him / her / them forever, like a vendetta. ’
‘ touch me and you’ll never be alone. ’
‘ no one has to know. ’
‘ in the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do. ’
‘ are you ready for it ? ’
‘ i’ve got some big enemies. ’
‘ you and me would be a big conversation. ’
‘ we tried to forget it but we just couldn’t. ’
‘ i bury hatchets, but i keep maps of where i put them. ’
‘ in rumors, i’m knee deep. ’
‘ i can’t let you go, your handprint is on my soul. ’
‘ you’ve been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks. ’
‘ i never trust a narcissist, but they love me. ’
‘ for every lie i tell them, they tell me three. ’
‘ this is how the world works, you gotta leave before you get left. ’
‘ i can feel the flames on my skin. ’
‘ i did something bad, why does it feel so good ? ’
‘ they’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one. ’
‘ don’t blame me, love made me crazy. ’
‘ for you, i would cross the line, i would waste my time. ’
‘ i once was poison ivy but now i’m your daisy. ’
‘ for you i would fall from grace, just to touch your face. ’
‘ i’d beg you on my knees to stay. ’
‘ my reputation has never been good, so you must love me for me. ’
‘ we can’t make any promises, but you can make me a drink. ’
‘ just think of the fun things we could do. ’
‘ is it too soon to do this yet ? ’
‘ sometimes when i look into your eyes, i pretend you’re mine. ’
‘ i don’t like your tilted stage, don’t like your twisted games. ’
‘ the role you made me play of the fool, no, i don’t like you. ’
‘ i don’t like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you lie. ’
‘ the world moves on, another day, another drama. ’
‘ i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams. ’
‘ you make all my grey days disappear. ’
‘ i’m so chill, but you make me jealous. ’
‘ i break down just a little, but when you get me alone it’s so simple. ’
‘ i’m in a gold cage, hostage to my feelings. ’
‘ you cut me into pieces. ’
‘ you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much. ’
‘ you’ve ruined my life by not being mine. ’
‘ i’m so furious at you for making me feel this way. ’
‘ you should take it as a compliment that i’m talking to everyone here but you. ’
‘ there’s a consequence to you touching my hand in a darkened room. ’
‘ i feel like i might sink and drown and die. ’
‘ you make me so happy, it turns back to sad. ’
‘ i struck a match and blew your mind, but i didn’t mean it. ’
‘ we never had a shotgun shot in the dark. ’
‘ don’t pretend it’s such a mystery. ’
‘ we were flying, but we’d never get far. ’
‘ you should have known i’d be the first to leave. ’
‘ it’s no surprise i turned you in, because us traitors never win. ’
‘ that was the last time you ever saw me. ’
‘ i made up my mind i’m better off being alone. ’
‘ all at once, you are the one i have been waiting for. ’
‘ i’ll never let you go. ’
‘ your love is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep. ’
‘ the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury. ’
‘ is this the end of all the endings ? ’
‘ all at once this is enough. ’
‘ i loved you in secret, at first sight we loved without reason. ’
‘ i could have spent forever with your hands in my pockets. ’
‘ you said there was nothing in the world to divide us, but i had a bad feeling. ’
‘ we were dancing with our hands tied, like it was the first time. ’
‘ i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us. ’
‘ can we dance through an avalanche ? ’
‘ my love had been frozen deep blue, but you painted me golden. ’
‘ i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. ’
‘ i’d hold you as the water rushes in if i could dance with you again. ’
‘ they’ve got no idea about me and you. ’
‘ you made your mark on me, a golden tattoo. ’
‘ my hands are shaking from holding back from you. ’
‘ say my name and everything just stops. ’
‘ i only bought this dress so you could take it off. ’
‘ carve your name into my bedpost. ’
‘ i don’t want you like a best friend. ’
‘ if we get burned, at least we were electrified. ’
‘ everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing. ’
‘ even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me. ’
‘ i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side. ’
‘ it was so nice throwing big parties. ’
‘ there are no rules when you show up here. ’
‘ why’d you have to rain on my parade ? ’
‘ this is why we can’t have nice things, darling. ’
‘ did you really think i wouldn’t hear all the things you said about me ? ’
‘ here i was giving you a second chance, but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand. ’
‘ herein lies the issue: friends don’t try to trick you. ’
‘ i’m not the only friend you’ve lost lately. ’
‘ here’s a toast to my real friends. ’
‘ i brought a knife to a gun fight. ’
‘ i’m doing better than i ever was. ’
‘ call it what you want to. ’
‘ all the liars are calling me one. ’
‘ all my flowers grew back as thorns. ’
‘ you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me ? ’
‘ i know i make the same mistakes every time. ’
‘ bridges burn, i never learn, but at least i did one thing right. ’
‘ your starry eyes spark up my darkest night. ’
‘ i’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, or if you strike out and you’re crawling home. ’
‘ don’t read the last page, but i stay. ’
‘ hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you. ’
‘ please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i would recognize anywhere. ’
SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR SO LONG BUT IT'S DIMA'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAPPY 127TH BIRTHDAY BESTEST RUSSIAN RAT <3
SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR SO LONG BUT IT'S DIMA'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐘'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒.
“ if i were the dowager empress, i would want you to be anastasia. ”
“ you would? ”
“ i would want her to be a beautiful, strong, & intelligent young woman. ”
“ is that what you think i am? ”
“ i do. ”
"I know you like to think I'm some poor, uneducated girl who doesn't understand how the world works, but I know what friendship is, Dmitry." She'd had friends back in the orphanage and had seen many of them as pseudo-siblings. Unfortunately, Anya had no other choice but to leave them behind when Matron had kicked her out.
She turned to him now, unimpressed by whatever gloating he was about to start up. "And how many of those life-saving situations have you been the cause of?" She'd only known the two of them a short while, but they didn't exactly strike Anya as the "stay out of trouble" type. From under the seat, the tiny dog she'd smuggled onto the train yipped as if to agree with her. Thank you, Pooka.
She glanced at the way her companion's shoes rested directly on the cushion, and it took everything in her not to shove his legs off it. "You don't have any manners, do you? Other people need to use these seats after us." Did Dmitry ever spare a thought for anyone else, or was it just himself he cared about?
“You’ve had friends? Could’ve fooled me.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes to shoot her a sardonic look. “I’ll have you know I never cause unnecessary trouble.” There was some ( not much, but some ) truth to that statement. If it wasn’t for those damn Bolsheviks, Dmitry wouldn’t have had to go through all of that trouble of looting abandoned palaces and bartering for his next meal. Sure, there were some stupid feats, but it was simply SURVIVAL.
Her gaze burned into his shoes and he replied with a raised brow, shoulders lifting to a casual shrug. “So what? It’ll just be some rich aristocrats and their fancy pants. Who even cares?” But of course, Anya would. Anya was a FIREBALL-- even the smallest things he did could set her off-- and on this long journey to Paris, that would certainly help Dmitry pass the time. “Besides... Surely, it’s worse to bring a mutt on board.”
@russicnrat
" you still don't work tuesday nights, right ? and she asked if i can bring a friend and do a double date. " a genuine question occurs to him: " do they have those in russia ? "
anticipating dmitry's response, he grabs his phone. " wait, i'll google it. " the bright white glow of the search results illuminates his furrowed brow. " what's date and time notation ? "
he shakes his head before swiping into the conversation on bumble. " she says she's bringing natasha. no pics, but any chance you're interested ? "
"Time notation? What the fuck are you talking about?" Dmitry straightens up, trying to peer over his roommate's shoulder. When his gaze is met with a mess of English and he slouches back down with a sigh, eyes glazing over. "Is it normal to do a double date for a first date? You don't even know this girl."
He takes a swig of his beer, only perking up upon hearing her name. "Natasha? Is she Russian?" Maybe he'd actually get to speak to someone in his mother tongue, maybe for once he could meet someone who'd understand him. "I guess I could be free."
need derek back on broadway stat. i’m literally sobbing at how much i miss watching him perform on stage
They've eloped. Isn't it romantic? It's a perfect ending. No. It's a perfect beginning.
@russicnrat
She was this close to either locking Dmitry out of the train compartment or finding another one to spend the rest of the journey in. If it came to it, she would sit out in the corridor with Pooka—at least then she would get some polite conversation (in the form of yapping) from him. The same could not be said for that frustrating man who thought he knew it all!
But, as always, Vlad was the voice of reason and had switched seats with Anya so that she was no longer sitting directly beside Dmitry. Nor was she directly across from him since that would just set them off again, so she was by the door and trying her absolute best to pretend he did not exist.
…Which was hard to do when he was so loud and obnoxious.
She knew he was doing it on purpose. He was just that type who liked to rile someone up to get a reaction. Anya knew she shouldn’t rise to it, but she was never the sort to back down from a challenge, and, for some reason, her brain was seeing Dmitry as that—a challenge she had to win at.
“Does Vlad ever get any peace from you, or has he learned a foolproof way to block you out? If so, he really needs to teach me his ways.”
Think of the money. He had already started to regret recruiting Anya for this cross country journey when she couldn’t shut up about HOMES, but the regret truly sank in after Anya had recited the Romanov family tree at least a thousand times. And sure, Dmitry could have been kinder, but after the 2,000th recitation, his patience was wearing thin and he couldn’t help but let out a snarky “Don’t you mean Count Sergei?” under his breath, which had started another back and forth that sent Vlad excusing himself from the compartment for a “breath of fresh air” ( or rather some much needed peace and quiet ).
There was only about 2 minutes before Anya spoke up again, her annoyingly shrill voice cutting through the silence in the compartment and snapping Dmitry’s gaze away from the window. He slouched back in his seat, slowly folding his arms across his chest as he huffed out a lofty sigh. “Vlad and I are friends. Now, that might be a new concept for you, Anya, but it basically means he enjoys it when I’m around.” His lips tugged into a smirk and he stretched his legs out, shoes landing squarely on the seat cushion next to her. “Not to mention, he owes me for all the shit I’ve done to save his life.”
STEVE. wonwars.
“ mrs sudayev needed help ? ” he asks, the edge of his mouth turning up at the thought.
it’s difficult to imagine: as much as mrs sudayev has helped him, she’s never so much as allowed him to lift a finger in return. a proud ( almost regal ) bearing keeps her from accepting steve’s near-weekly offers to carry in the groceries, despite all the stairs.
a few more strokes and he sits back, cradling his right hand in his left as he considers the shadows cut by mr sudayev’s figure, the hungry hollows beneath his eyes. would steve have turned to him in a moment of need ? now, as a friend, but there are too many sharp edges for him to be the first port of call. he blinks away his doubts. “ did you meet back in russia ? ”
RUSSIA. There’s a pang in his chest when he thinks back to those days when he was racing through back alleys with his pockets full of stolen goods. At the time, it felt like hell, but now Dmitry almost smiles wistfully, reminiscing about when he could scale walls without aches in his knees. That world never felt quite like HOME, but neither does New York in spite of all of the potential it has promised. Perhaps refuge is a better word.
“Yes.” Dmitry murmurs, mind wandering back to that first time he saw Anya in the abandoned halls of the Yusupov. It comes back so clearly-- how she’d burst through the door causing a ruckus that has sent him and Vlad into hiding and how she’d been so utterly convinced that someone was waiting for her in Paris that he and Vlad knew that she was their scheme’s perfect candidate. It feels stupid now to have missed that she was indeed the true PRINCESS ANASTASIA. “Back then, Russia was a different place. Communism was just setting into Petersburg and it was getting hard to get by. There weren’t a lot of options for who you could trust, but Anya came to me and my friend looking for an EXIT, and the rest is history.”
Dmitry can’t say too much, can’t divulge all the secrets behind their mysterious escape or their unexplainable wealth, but a fact remains that he has to marvel at-- he’d never thought he’d live long enough to have someone to tell these stories to.
Page to Stage: ANASTASIA | Anya/Dmitry + script notes
@noblehcart / ✦✧ : can we put our differences aside for a second? (gleb in canon?)
"Our differences?" Dmitry can't help but repeat the ABSURDITY-- slack jawed and brow furrowed-- and he almost wants to laugh at how ridiculous it sounds, only managing to catch himself at the sight of the officer’s solemn expression. Normally, he’d avoid this sort of confrontation, ducking away into the safety of some empty alley at the sound of Bolshevik heels hitting the ground, but it takes just ONE bout of carelessness to end up face to face with a stern faced man with a weapon strapped to his waist. Dmitry’s eyes narrow to the man’s side, the officer’s gun's menacing presence silencing the stinging ( and honestly, stupidly bold ) retorts in his throat. He has so much he wants to say about this idiot regime that’s taken over his city, his people, his freedom, but he grits his teeth, leveling his voice in indifference.
“What do you want from me, comrade?”
reread the script today and remembered that my #1 otp in anastasia is bathmitry
