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"laynia, if you turned into a bear that makes me look small, wouldn't you be angry after awhile?" it was a path that mikhail had walked his entire life, nikolai admired it, in truth. to be so at peace with letting yourself be such a weapon? after fighting it so long, he had wondered, if he could cause such carnage for the sheer because he can.

"i could understand wanting to pick a fight with them -" his voice stops almost immediately, having forgotten to not listen. he looks away, setting his jaw to the side. "i didn't mean to do that, i'm sorry."

"i know it doesn't make it better, but - i haven't exactly been around anyone. i forget that i can do it. waking up from cryo is more difficult than i expected it be. some days i have holes in my memory, chunks gone. just black nothingness." his shoulders drop and he sighs.

"i know you're probably pissed i just showed up like this. i do not have the best track record but this time i -- i had no control over it." jaw clenches and he leans forward, threading his fingers together before cracking the knuckles so delicately woven together.

"i'll find him, he always seems to benefit from my widsom." in truth, it was the little brother seeking out the eldest, the one he'd always looked to in moments of turmoil within his life - even if he hadn't showed it.

"Isn't that what we all do - try?" Laynia quipped back with an arch of her slender blonde brow. Try to be good, to be fair, to be better - to not repeat the past over and over and over again. Try to not become the sum of ones parts or to prove an enemy wrong.

It was a dangerous game of constantly toing the line without going too far as to tip over the edge and have it all blow up in her face. Some part of her wanted to scoff and toss a cushion at Nikolai for such a tongue-in-cheek statement about checking the camps firstly, but was that not the truth? Mikhail was one of the few men she knew who could say that he had survived the Gulags, and his prize for such a feat had been to be dragged back there time and time again.

"He is -" Difficult? Haunted? Filled with an anger that Laynia could not placate nor understand. A resolve to poke a proverbial bear, no pun intended, with their former superiors and Laynia didn't know how to counsel him ...

"Angry." Laynia settled on a word, her eyes flitting up to search Nikolai's face, "Not all the time, but he drinks more than he used to, and it makes him angry."

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"pain in the ass is likely the more correct term." nikolai barks out, the tension beginning to build in him, setting itself within his shoulders. "not a matter of being 'tight' with him, you need to stop hanging around with the americans . . ."

nikolai watches carefully, unwilling to allow alexei to slip into the cover of the night and torn between helping his fallen comrade. "as far as i see it, you're a fucking traitor, shostakov."

' i'm just full of surprises. '

alexei shot back, slipping the hard-drive into the pocket on the side of his pants. well, this had gone tits-up in the most spectacular of fashion. another time or place and he would have found a joke to scoff about the fact that there were two red guardians on opposite sides of this fight.

but humour could wait for now. glancing to where bukharin lay, alexei lifted his shoulder in a shrug.

' didn't know you were that tight with bukharin again? he's a big boy - it's not his first rodeo. '

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it’s cuffing season ….

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ALAN RITCHSON as JACK REACHER ➥ REACHER 1.01

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“trying hm?” the chuckle that leaves him is honest, hadn’t they always played the game of dancing around true subjects in favor of addressing the monster in the room with them. nikolai knows he shouldn’t have come here. he’d opted to take the high road, only did a sweep of carols old neighborhood and confirmed they were alive. he would stay dead to them, but his sister — well, he hoped she remained the creature of habit that she was. she was too forgiving, he knew that. she had the heart. he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“i can’t say i’m surprised.” he murmurs, shuffling to sit back on the couch opposite her. “i had initially checked the gulag first for misha. i assume he’s around here somewhere?” his eyes dart around the dim expanse of her apartment and a deep sigh claws its way from within him. “i missed christmas … again. i’m sorry.”

Death was an ever-present shadow that followed their family like a stain that just refused to come out, no matter how hard she scrubbed, it just came back through again. She took no pleasure in taking a life, but if it meant that it kept her brother and nephew safe, then Laynia would make peace with the spilled blood once more.

He had skipped around her question though - they were dead, but who had they been? Who had the equipment and know-how to conduct cryostasis? Too many people in this world today, but only a few had a vested interest in former members of the Winter Guard.

Taking a step back, Laynia let herself flop back into the same armchair she'd tossed her purse and jacket at, tucking one leg beneath her, her eyes still not leaving Nikolai - a part of her still afraid that if she were to blink, he might disappear.

"I've been okay - flying below the radar, so to speak. I met up with Bobby, Warren and a few of the others a couple of months ago, but I've been trying keep myself out of trouble and keep an eye on Misha."

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something something recurring theme in the winter guard comics is nikolai trying so hard to be the hero his sister wants him to be

and failing. every. single. time.

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𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒚𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏'𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆.

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holy hello kitty what a friday

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—  ❛❛  //   𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴  𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂  ://    𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽  𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴.        (  please  substitute  pronouns  as  needed.  )    

❛ why do i need you so damn much ? ❜   ❛ this is just for one night. ❜ ❛ it’s one kiss. what harm can come from one kiss ? ❜ ❛ i think we’re going to have to be secretly in love with each other and that’s that. ❜ ❛ timing is a bitch, huh ? ❜ ❛ everything i’ve done, every change that i’ve made - it’s been for you. ❜ ❛ falling in love with you has made me hate myself. ❜ ❛ you’re in my veins. you’re under my skin. ❜ ❛ just let me go. ❜ ❛ this. us. it will get us killed and you know it. don’t you care ? ❜ ❛ you are my favourite secret. ❜ ❛ tell me that you don’t want this - lie to yourself. ❜ ❛ we crave what we can’t have. ❜ ❛ you’re just an itch i need to scratch. ❜ ❛ i need to get you out of my system. ❜ ❛ i can’t just … unlove you. i wish i could. ❜ ❛ are you ever going to choose me ? ❜ ❛ you are my weakness and my strength. ❜ ❛ shh … be quiet or they’ll hear us. ❜ ❛ i didn’t expect you to show. ❜ ❛ we can run away together. ❜ ❛ this is us that we’re talking about. nothing else matters but us. ❜ ❛ i hope that we meet again in another life. ❜ ❛ none of this makes sense but you - you’re the only thing that makes this world less crazy. ❜ ❛ i don’t care anymore. all i care about is you. ❜ ❛ what would we do if we could have a happily ever after ? ❜ ❛ i know i can’t have you but it kills me to see you happy without me. ❜ ❛ i belong to you. ❜ ❛ we were never going to work. ❜ ❛ we were just playing pretend. ❜ ❛ i’ve tried hating you but every time i expect to find a flaw i just end up loving you even more. ❜ ❛ i know i shouldn’t be here but … i just needed to see you. ❜ ❛ just tell me that you love me. i want to hear you say it - just once. ❜ ❛ i know that they’ll kill me but being without you is a kind of death anyways. ❜

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PROMPTS FOR GESTURES AND MOVEMENT *  a bunch of wordless gestures with many different meanings and associations. these can be up close, across a room, or in any other circumstance you want to specify, or if i've specified a situation, feel free to change it up to suit your needs. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ middle ] sender sticks their middle finger up at receiver

[ wave ] sender waves at receiver

[ come here ] sender gestures towards themselves, requesting receiver approach them

[ point ] sender points at receiver across a crowded room

[ cut it out ] sender makes a slashing motion across their throat with their hand, asking receiver to stop what they're doing

[ cross ] sender shows receiver their crossed fingers for good luck

[ nod ] sender nods at receiver to cue them into action

[ shake ] sender shakes their head at receiver to dissuade them from continuing an action

[ silence ] sender places their pointer finger over their lips, telling receiver to be quiet

[ direction ] sender points to another room/location, telling receiver to go there

[ both hands ] sender holds up both hands, palms facing receiver, to make them stop

[ chin ] sender flicks their hand under their chin at receiver in an offensive manner

[ pity wave ] sender gives receiver a pitiful wave

[ blow a kiss ] sender blows a kiss at receiver from a far distance

[ wink ] sender winks suggestively at receiver

[ key ] sender slides their pinched pointer and thumb fingers across their lips and "throws away the key" to show receiver they're keeping a secret

[ pray ] sender puts their hands together in a praying gesture as they silently plead with receiver

[ wipe ] sender wipes their brow in a gesture of relief after watching receiver do something risky

[ ear ] sender taps their ear, indicating they cannot hear what receiver is saying

[ watch ] sender taps their watch (or their watch wrist) indicating receiver is late

[ shrug ] sender overexaggerates a shrug to show receiver they don't know what's going on

[ salute ] sender salutes receiver

[ wave off ] sender frantically waves off receiver to tell them to go away or hide

[ thumbs up ] sender gives receiver a confident thumbs up

[ cover ] sender covers their own mouth with their hand and shows receiver - indicating something is wrong

[ thirsty ] sender pantomimes sipping on a drink, asking for receiver to get them something to drink

[ hungry ] sender pantomimes eating something, asking for receiver to get them something to eat

[ sleepy ] sender pantomimes sleeping on their hands, indicating they are tired

[ phone ] sender holds their hand up to their ear like a phone, asking receiver to answer their calls or look at their phone

[ write ] sender pantomimes writing something on their hand

[ item ] receiver has an item that sender wants, so sender pantomimes the object / acts it out to request the item from them

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me making nikolai's date/time of birth january first at 1204am,

he is younger than laynia, though not by too much

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every single time that i bring this mf back i always choose a fc with no resources

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📏

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📏 + byasha is 5’10 1/2

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Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

using this site

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@darkstar-petrovna & @wasthecrimsondynamo

*quietly watching and lurking*