An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
new (very small) post-canon fic for my beloved fellow lizaveta prokofyevna and myshkin enthusiasts :D go my idiots
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
new (very small) post-canon fic for my beloved fellow lizaveta prokofyevna and myshkin enthusiasts :D go my idiots
Redraw my old artwork
Heavily referenced the original book illustrations
look. if i was at home i’d do a web weave. that’s what i do under these conditions. maybe i still will do one when i do get home. but that is over a week away. so instead, i am simply posting: ever since i read about ippolit and the wall outside his window, i have had in my head bartleby the scrivener. particularly “can you not see for yourself what the problem is” and “i know where i am”. do you understand. do you see it.
— Akira Kurosawa
“Dostoevsky wanted to portray a genuinely good man. Ironically he chose an idiot for his hero. But a truly good man may seem like an idiot to others. This is the tragic story of the ruin of a pure and simple man.”
also some silly ones. MYSHKIN is bouncing
i managed to get my paws on the script of subject to fits (thank you so much @last-of-the-independents for bringing it to my attention :D!!!) so here is a non-exhaustive compilation of parts which blew all my limbs clean off