the biggest reason why I feel so anchored to rusame is the (theorized) love story. the grueling background of their romance. the way they went from friends, to lovers, to enemies, to friends again, to... who knows? (I'm mostly going off fanon rusame and the more widely shared hcs I've seen)
forget about the cold war--I love to think of how in love they were before the patriotic war.
all the letters they wrote one another, the gifts they made for each other; a painted picture of their eye in a locket, a portrait etched onto a lacquer box. photographs, poems, postcards. a pure love story. then it went away. then having to ignore this gnawing feeling of missing each other, of yearning each other. having to replace such a fiery love with hatred in the blink of an eye.
then that hatred gradually dissipates to become... more longing, more yearning. they wouldn't call it love (I think) but that intense, agonizing emotion for each other is always there and it's exclusive to them. them caring so little for each other and yet so much is so beautiful, so saddening, so incredible. they are my favorite love story you could say????
gentlemen, what if I proposed a cheesy bratva au... but with dames??!!!! in the 80s??!!!!
look, I know the mafia/mobster au is popular and it's all been done before but where are the women!!!!!
no seriously, I'm thinking of lez rusame in 1987 los angeles. amelia is a dancer in vegas and she travels to la to audition for acting roles. anya is a bratva leader who married a mob leader in order to have authority within the organization.
they meet at a party in hollywood that gets shot up because they're targeting anya but amelia doesn't know this. anya is the only one that gets severely injured so amelia drives her to the hospital because the cops wouldn't make it on time. she drops her off that the hospital until her family gets there and calls it a day. weeks later, anya looks for her to thank her and ultimately tracks her down in las vegas and things blossom from there.
I'm thinking anya keeps it hidden from amelia on what she really does and tries giving her anything she wants. since she wants to be an actress, she probably ends up pulling strings for her to land a good acting gig.
still working out the kinks but dammit, i need mafia women!!!
white matt and all vs native Matt and al
happy birthday to them and them only! 🎉
rusame fiends... I have just found out that tchaikovsky performed at the inauguration of carnegie hall in 1891
if i must die - refaat alareer
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de-bimbofication meme ft girl rusame???? is the first thing I've drawn in months??? pls do with it what you will
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I was fighting for my life trying to get a car permit here but we are back on the road and daydreaming about vaqueros!
rusame were the ones fucking in the US senate by the way
I can't believe it's almost been four months in a hiatus but I have missed y'all and this chaos site so much.
to be brief, my mom was sicker than I thought. by some honest miracle, she is alive and well and healthier than I am at this point lol! I finished college this december too and finally got my AA degree! trust that nothing felt better than uninstalling canvas last week.
I'll try posting very soon!! I've only drawn like two things in the time I was gone and I just started working on some req/asks I received. I hope y'all are doing great and I wish much love to you this new year.
you worded it better than I ever could! the way Russian citizens took him in with open arms, the way they welcomed him, the way they gifted him all those beautiful roses during his performance, how they laughed with him-- it's all so heart wrenching and beautiful. Knowing Khrushchev was in attendance too is astounding to me. Just thinking of Alfred and Ivan being in the presence of that loving glimpse of their shared humanity is... so painfully lovely.
Also, if you've posted the fanfic, please let me know because I'd love to read it!
do y'all ever think of what alfred and ivan's reactions were to van cliburn's piano concerto in russia in 1958? I like to think that it was very similar to that harrowing scene in "portrait of a lady on fire" where one is watching them fall apart listening to the music. just like marianne and heloise, the music became a solace to what they left behind