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Calling it quits on this blog, farewell! It was fun in its heyday.
Iâll still be posting art on other blogs, but not headcanons or ideas.
I forgot to add; the Ramazanovs to a man have mean steaks a mile wide. When it comes to lovers or love interests thereâs a particular tendency to play with their food, if I might be allowed to describe it that way. If theyâre interested (or disinterested but bedding someone anyway) they want to poke, prod, ignore or torment the object of their interests in covert or overt ways. Vadim and Milan arenât really given to physical expressions of this perverseness and neither is Avenir although heâs the coldest and crudest when bidding a lover farewell (or kicking them out the door).
Miklos typically employs mind games and a cool disinterest that tends to keep people around anyway. Itâs not entirely deliberate on his part, at least not always, although he can examine his actions from a distance and with vague fascination (hello disassociation). But sometimes he wants to hurt people, he fantasizes about things people donât like to admit to fantasizing about. Sometimes a good mindfuck requires physical action (very, very non consensual knife play for instance). Anyway, my point is, Miklos has never felt âI want to hurt itâ with Rui. He wants her happy and amused and amusing, and he enjoys being around her. I dunno why precisely, sometimes you just know when character vibe and you know when they donât.
AU stuff
Canon except for the familial angle
- Mik doesnât know why he becomes a career soldier, not really, even though he has logical reasons for it. When he was younger it was partially about proving his toughness and being angry with the state of his life. After a couple of years on active service it was just easier to stay than it was to leave.
- Mikâs trauma reservoir was already pretty filled up by his experiences with his mother before it was compounded by what heâd seen and experienced on tour. His father was always kind to him, but Vadimâs imprisonment and the lack of stability and financial difficulty Avenir experienced while housing and caring for him and Milan didnât help. When Vadim is released from prison and begins working for the brotherhood he becomes well off with a rapidity Mik mistrusts and finds difficulty adjusting to.
- Mikâs enlistment is mandatory, but he didnât have to join the special forces or commit to a career. At 18 Vadim isnât quite as ludicrously wealthy as he will be when Mik is discharged, but thereâs enough money for Mik to not have to work, if he wished.
- Vadim didnât speak to Mik for most of his time in the military, displeased with his choice and claiming there was no use talking to the boy because he couldnât understand the reasoning behind his actions (Vadimâs usually uncannily good at divining subconscious or emotional motivations no matter how outrageous or nonsensical, but he finds himself unable to do that with his son). (If youâre thinking thatâs unlikely, my own father didnât speak to me for five years over a fairly minor misdemeanor, and we have whatâs considered a good rapport. That stuff happens). The Ramazanovs are champion brooders, so Vadim is capable of giving someone the cold shoulder for decades if need be. Milanâs the only Ramazanov who doesnât brood; he sulks.
- Mik has two injury incidents while in service. The first youâve probably read about, the land mine that kills Aleksandr. That leaves him with some shrapnel scarring along one side and in his right hand and forearm. Heâs sent back to base, technically on active duty despite his injuries. The second is while working special recon with the SOF in Syria. The burn isnât so bad bc of his armor, but he still sports scarring on his the upper right side of his back. Itâs his last operation with the SOF
- Routine medical checkups and talks with physicians. He is sent to a therapist but doesnât return after the second session. Eventually his family takes over his medical care and heâs welcomed back to the family. Vadim spares no cost to help him, but their relationship remains cordial but formal
- Mik interrupted his university studies to go into the military. He resumes his degree two years after his discharge. Between the pain, his medication, the insomnia, depression, headaches, forgetfulness and sudden bouts of intense anger itâs an uphill slog despite respectably good grades. He graduates and despite working for the legal side of the family business (energy development, oil, construction, industrial technology that sorta stuff) heâs aimless and one bad night away from blowing his brains out
- fam is lowkey concerned but also not. Vadim has his Miklos shaped emotional blinders on, Avenir is inept as fuck when it comes to handling delicate situations and Milan is the only one who tries at reaching out (having been in war more recently than his older brothers, what with actually being in the special forces and the Gulf war himself even tho he spent most of it selling weapons to dubious scummy criminal types on the sly). Miklos, never talkative or visibly upset about anything, claims to be fine and Milan doesnât want to be pushy. He remains concerned however.
-why go to therapy when you can deal with your shellshock by living a dissipated albeit broody millionaire playboy lifestyle
- Mik is (temporarily) rescued from himself by meeting Rui, who, corny as it sounds, makes him feel something other than numb, who amuses him, makes him feel cared for. She gives him the entirety of her fickle attention and isnât put off by his silences or the times he goes away behind his eyes.
- while Mik is, objectively, a catch, based on bank account alone, Rui can (still) have her pick of the lot, lots of fish in the sea etc. Itâs his vulnerability that attracted her and kept her around, although she wonât tell him that.
- Rui also wants to make sure heâs fed and sleeping properly, that heâs doing work that makes him feel fulfilled and that heâs happy (more or less). In Ruiâs own words itâs pretty fucking gross
- Rui figured he was fucked up aside from just being a really quiet guy, what with the getting blown up and the PTSD and all. The mafiya stuff is pretty much whatever to Rui, sheâs had sketchy boyfriends before. She doesnât know how fucked up until after theyâre married. Romantic relationships donât cure depression
Weird ideas:
-Cross is working for the same criminal organization heâs in debt to. Watched a documentary about a medical doctor who survived an assassination attempt from a Mexican cartel, think one of Crossâ early jobs might have been to kill the doctor while they were recovering in the hospital he was working at. His monetary debts are paid off, but he owes them still
-maybe Cross was the doctor in attendance when Miklos was injured in Afghanistan (assuming I go with the whole, pulled briefly from the Chechen war to go hunting for rebel leaders hiding out in Afghanistan). Miklos doesnât really remember him, he had a concussion. Cross on the other hand remembers him well
Rui and Miklos, driving home from a family dinner;
Rui, as if it had only just occurred to her: your uncleâs not going to go all Scar on you, is he?
Miklos: I hope not. Iâd hate to kill him.
F. Floris, â"The Fall of the Rebellious Angelsâ (1554) (detail)
I might scrap my other idea for ADKOB (the immortality thing) and end up with the idea I had when I first came off that first long hiatus (not the Hiatus of 2018). Might just use the immortality idea for something else.
*that first idea was more of an urban gangland thing.
Dunno, depends if Iâm still feeling it a couple days from now. I might need to scrape up a character with a personality strong enough to deal with and lead all the other characters.
I might scrap my other idea for ADKOB (the immortality thing) and end up with the idea I had when I first came off that first long hiatus (not the Hiatus of 2018). Might just use the immortality idea for something else.
*that first idea was more of an urban gangland thing.
Dunno, depends if Iâm still feeling it a couple days from now. I might need to scrape up a character with a personality strong enough to deal with and lead all the other characters.
miami vice (michael mann, 2006)
Miami Vice, 2006, dir. Michael Mann.
Like, would Milan own clubs? Like a couple in different cities around the world. His favorite one would be in Miami lol. He wouldnât actually manage it, heâd just swan in whenever he wants. Good money laundering opportunity too.
I think the question Iâm really posing is, would this be fun for Opheer.
Another question/musing. I left Miami (Miami of fiction, cocaine cowboys Miami, weird Florida of my childhood) behind in ADKOB, but should I revisit it in NG? Like geographically it just makes a lot of sense. Itâs a transpo hub in general and for contraband in particular, a stopover between Europe and North, South America.
Just imagine it in the style of Michael Mannâs Miami Vice and Iâll be perfectly happy.
Like, would Milan own clubs? Like a couple in different cities around the world. His favorite one would be in Miami lol. He wouldnât actually manage it, heâd just swan in whenever he wants. Good money laundering opportunity too.
I think the question Iâm really posing is, would this be fun for Opheer.
Whenever I think of Vadim and Milan as children, the only readily available image I can summon is of Milan bundled into a coat (so presh) crying lustily, red and wet faced (but no doubt with a good deal of inner satisfaction in the act in his small self), wailing âVadi!â while Vadim dutifully retrieves a handkerchief from his pocket and with amusement and good humor (to his own great surprise) proceeds to seriously (or with as much of a serious tone of voice and face as he can summon while trying not to laugh) attempt to determine what started this particular bout of tears.
Milan rarely cried over anything terribly serious; it ranged from scraped elbows to odd fancies or peeves like gloomy afternoons or that he couldnât fall asleep in the afternoons when he wanted, or that a book on the shelf had moved from where he placed it. He almost always stopped crying as soon as heâd expressed his displeasure to his satisfaction. Anyway Vadim let Milan cry or tantrum as he liked, so long as their parents werenât present.
âIn childhood, the story might have gone like this. A parent needed us to be special â by virtue of intelligence, looks or popularity â in order to shore up a floundering sense of their own self. The child needed to achieve and could not, therefore, just be; their own motives and tastes were not to be part of the picture. The parent was â privately â in pain; unable to value themselves, battling an unnamed depression, furious with the course of their own lives, perhaps covertly tortured by their spouse. And the childâs mission, for which there was no option but to volunteer, was to make it all somehow better.
It seems odd to look at achievement through this lens, not as the thing the newspapers tell us it is, but â very often â as a species of mental illness. Those who put up the skyscrapers, write the bestselling books, perform on stage, or make partner may, in fact, be the unwell ones. Whereas the characters who â without agony â can bear an ordinary life, the so-called contented âmediocritiesâ, may in fact be the emotional superstars, the aristocrats of the spirit, the captains of the heart. The world divides into the privileged who can be ordinary and the damned compelled to be remarkable.â
https://www.theschooloflife.com/thebookoflife/overcoming-the-need-to-be-exceptional/
âBonsoir. Iâm a shameless and impatient man who hasnât yet had the pleasure of meeting you.â
I swear telenovelas are literally the only things keeping me alive rn.
A question no one asked; which of the ramazanov siblings Iâve introduced so far would make for a better fling/bf/etc?
I have no answers but I can provide the ff
Milan: loves to party, travel, eat, drink, smoke, snort. Has no patience for intellectual conversation but will happily debate the hell out of a topic or take a position he doesnât actually believe in just to take the piss. Especially willing to talk if his conversational partner is sharp. Great club date, so long as he doesnât disappear and leave with someone else. Will gladly eat street food, get coffee at a shitty diner that just happens to have good coffee and drop several grand on a good meal at painfully exclusive restaurants. Filthy fun in bed, up for almost anything. Very handsy. Calls everyone babe. Not interested in commitment, not out to intentionally hurt anyoneâs feelings (but doesnât care whether so and so has a wife/husband/boyfriend/girlfriend whatever) just wants no strings attached fun. Isnât a gift giver but is generous when taking someone out or nights on the town, when he remembers to be. Wonât call you in the morning.
Vadim: doesnât go out much. Simply doesnât have the time or the inclination. Most of his socializing is business obligation disguised as parties, dinners, birthdays, etc. Good conversation, is faintly condescending with most of the persons he takes to bed but in a humorous way. Isnât cruel with peoplesâ feelings, doesnât see the point. Generous, intense, usually not very interested in getting off or even taking his clothes off. Difficult to shake the feeling that he might be laughing at you or maybe heâs just laughing at the world. Willing to get on someoneâs level, isnât in the habit of making people uncomfortable by flaunting money or insisting on fine things. Very generous gift giver and itâs almost certain that during the time spent with him one will eat, dress and sleep well because he will spend for one without a second thought. Gold diggers amuse him and so do hustlers on the make. A certain kind of brattiness will amuse him. If theyâre charming he humors then, if they bore or irritate him he cuts them off with seeming forgetfulness. Might call you in a month or a week because he canât call you in the morning.
Occasionally both brothers find it amusing to hurt people/drive them distracted/to tears. Bc it is funny/they are in piss poor moods. Milanâs little bouts of petty cruelty are more frequent but not as devastating as Vadimâs cool dismissals.
I think Emil the Pornographer from ADKOB works for Milan. Milan bought his production company after a series of comedic misfortunes. Eventually even Milan got tired of dating porn stars and getting blood tests every two months.