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[nekrosmos]

u ever just be thinking about nikolai

It happens ........... from time to time .......................

I don't think I ever posted those screenshots, so here's a little treat Oliv ​🍻​

[crossbackpoke-check]

tagged by ko @tofumilanesa for wip wednesday! big shout out to writevember for making me feel like i can actually call any of these works in progress… your guide to my emoji code under the cut

wip!

🪻🐈‍⬛ - the doc title is still just. YOWLING but i am like 7/8 of the way done with omega yamo fic and hopefully salem isn’t reading this so i can just drop it over a year later with no warning <3

🫃2️⃣ - DEWEY^2 P2!!!! she is almost done (i am lying) but she is so close i can almost taste it. sorry to my pwp that grew its own feelings baby

😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜) - rip i’m not telling you about this one until it’s posted but it IS complete aside from being ao3 formatted and the eight billion edits i inevitably do right before full-sending it

☁️💧 - cloud petey fic, which exists mostly as an embarrassingly large tag on a different blog and is condensing into a narrative about as well as water at 30° N/S. the time loop fic also falls under this description

eternally in progress (short list)

🌑🐕 - tyler borzoituzzi exists… there is an index of scenes/plot points… it plays like a movie in my head…

💯❕- fantastic! ‘verse

👁️👻 - stevie brandon seeing ghosts au, which has eight different (now nine i guess but you haven't seen the mustache adam post yet) plots. sorry

just. rotating like a microwave

🍎 - because they didn’t have a pomegranate emoji, this is what i used for the fic that feels like it should be a 50k connor bedard character study hanif abdurraqib/cathal kelly thesis about legends and mythmaking in sports and eating your young. yes i know pomegranates aren’t actually pomes and apples are but it’s fine

🦈 - the one cat da fuck they doing over there meme but about the sharks just like. in general. more on this at five

tagging @colap1nto, @songsandswords, @whitenikes, @gordiemeow, @acheronist, and anybody else who wants to share!!

[vullcanica]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity !

Me @ you & you @ me 🤗

me every time i log onto this godforsaken site: BEHOLD !!

jokes aside i can't scream enough how happy i am we had a chance to build everything we did and how fond i am of all the devastating, silly, adorable, wonderful plots and verses and conversations we have. kicking my feet giggling every time 🥺🥺🥺 you're ALWAYS an immutable, undeniable presence and influence on this blog

[vamossainz55]

… does that mean he have a third 🦵 since tripods have 3 legs? 👀

oh… he definitely does have something, but im not too sure if its an extra leg per se 🤭

(real photo of pierres pants)

[star-spangled-man]

top 5 succession eps 👀

Oooooh good one!!! I love this show so damn much but half the time it’s all about signing a contract or a board meeting pffft! Uhh let’s have a go not rlly in order though. Any that centred around shiv and roman tbh <33

1. The one when Logan 💀 bc the acting in that ep with the 30 odd min non stop no cuts everything PHENOMENAL!!

2. S3 finale!! When princess Diana wambsgans steps up

3. Uhhh the one they go to court/council/capitol hill/dc idfk what ya call it and Tom sent Greg like 60 odd emails and that was a shit storm too

4. The election one! What a shitstorm that was

5. Logan’s 🪦⚰️

And s4 finale!!!!

I need to go back and rewatch asap!! bc all I remember is s4 in my peabrain!!!

actually I can’t remember a single ep! They were all insane and ridiculous and I love them all. Even if it was just a whole show that was just business riddles and rich kids <3

Ask me top 5 or favourite anything!!!!

[pseudowar-archived]

@141s ; THE OTHER LINE [ text meme ]

09. a  text  containing  a  confession ; nikolai/price

[ text ; любимый ] I wish you would let me take care of you. [ text ; любимый ] You would never want for a thing.

[ofcrossrcads]

Local Demon Requests Removal Of An Item Of Clothing

“Ooh! You’re in luck,” Lizzy, steps in on the scene with her hands nestled elegantly within the refined and honed curve of her waist. Something she’s been taught to admire and accentuate, her hourglass figure can bring tears to the eyes.

“What do we have here, hm?” Slowly, controlled, Lizzy bends down. She bends o v e r, and those manicured pink nails trail their talons down along the skirt of her dress, over bare skin crossing thighs and knees, down to her feet! Where delicate little ribbon decorated socks cling to her ankle. 

A quick insertion of a thumb under the hem of the fabric, and the socks are removed one after the other.

"You are most welcome, try not to drool all over the carpet."

( presented without comment because this is ART )

[finleyforevermore]

Seriously dude please keep tagging me in picrews and stuff bc sometimes I need a break from drawing but I don't want a break from creating yk?? And I feel like I don't give myself a break a lot but when someone tags me in a picrew it's like a trick to get me to chill for a minute and look through the silly little options and make my little dweebs. I very much appreciate whenever you do it, truly. They're like little reminders of acknowledgement, affection and some well needed rest. You're awesome for that dude. You're freaking rad dude love you bro homie/p

AWWW!!! Thank you so so so so so much, Nik!!! I'm so glad that tagging you in Picrews does that for you!!! I'm so honored honestly to be able to help you remember to take some time for yourself <333

I know it's easier said than done, but even besides doing Picrews, it's ok to take a break sometimes, you know? You don't have to pump out art all the time, and I'm sure your followers would understand that you may need some time to yourself. Even if it's a small break, it may help you more than you think!

Thanks again for your wonderful words, Nik! Love you too! /plat 💚💙💫💖💞🔆

[survivoirs]

ga damn city boys 'n their processed sugars n hershey kisses. back in MY day we gave pretty boys sum sugar the ol fashined way. c'mere boy toy.

"I understood maybe ten words of that shit."

[laswells-ashtray]

No one quite sets off John's mother-hen instincts like Kate Laswell of all people. The boys he can deal with easily, Farah is good, and Nik is better than him at taking care of himself. Kate might be older than him [and he's learned not to bring that up after the last time] but her stubbornness rivals his.

Kate is used to feeling hungry and tired, she's often in situations with work where she just doesn't have time to eat. Hunger is something she's gotten so used to ignoring that after a certain point it doesn't register.

Yes, she'll stand up and sway a little but that's just a reminder to eat later when the task at hand isn't so urgent.

Then when she stands her vision starts to blacken at the edges and before she can right herself she has a very unamused-looking John Price clutching her arm and lowering her back into her chair.

"Christ, Kate. Sit your arse on the chair. Gaz, get something to drink that isn't caffeinated. Ghost, find something to blood eat around here."

"John, I'm fine. Just let me-"

"Fine, my arse. Sit. When was the last time you ate something? A meal, when was the last time you ate a meal or drank something that was coffee, huh?"

For a split second, Kate almost wants to remind him that she's older. She's a grown woman with a wife who doesn't need coddling. But she stops herself, if she brings up Sarah then John will call her and she can't deal with the both of them hounding her. Besides, she's fucking starving.

The look on John's face can only be accurately replicated by mothers across the globe. The look of stern disappointment and thinly veiled concern.

"You look like shit. Shepard let you take a break during this whole thing?"

"Haven't had the time. I think national security outweighs the need for lunch."

"National security will mean fuck all when you're unconscious, won't it? Muppet."

Inevitably she ends up sitting at a table eating food they scrounged up from fuck knows where and drinking water as she ignores John's passive-aggressive nods of approval. She also ignores the knowing stare of a certain lieutenant and the worried stares of two sergeants. Is she ignoring it because it's embarrassing to be coddled or because if she acknowledged it then she would be forced to acknowledge that not only is she in charge of this group of men but they respect her enough to care about her health? Well, that's between her and the half-decent sandwich in front of her.

And when later on she gets a scolding message from Nikolai she signs John's personal e-mail up to a website that sends a mental health tip e-mail every day and spams up your inbox.

[h0useofw0lves]

i keep these in my inbox to remind me i cherish these

does anyone rememebr kill all your friends live 2023

[alexthebordercollie]

i'm always a sucker for the take that Ford does love kids, he's just not the best caretaker. i mean, he's immediately delighted to learn he's an uncle in tale of two stans, and he loves spending time with Dipper and Mabel, he's just kind of dense.

i think aus where he gets to be a dad with Fiddleford are so cute. and so interesting to see how he'd handle it. people always seem to forget what a softie he can be

Oh yes! It kind of bugs me how a lot of people act like Ford is cold when he really isn't. There are lots of little examples of him being an absolute sweetheart. He talks a big game about being logical and suppressing fear etc, but he's a deeply emotional person, and that comes through in his more personal journal entries. He's not some heartless robot. He loves sharing his joy and excitement with the people close to him. He craves human connection even though he's bad at it. He gets attached to weird little creatures like Shifty, he loves his niece and nephew and is genuinely happy to meet them. Not to mention Ford loves weirdness and creativity and kids are the weirdest most creative demographic of people out there.

I don't think Ford dislikes kids at all. I think his lack of emotional intelligence and tendency to be lost in his own world makes him a questionable caretaker. Not through apathy or malice, he's just kind of bad with kids. Making him a father is really interesting for this reason because I'm confident he'd love the shit out of his kids, but learning how to respond appropriately to their needs, keep them safe, and pay attention consistently when needed, would all be things he'd struggle with.

Ford also says as much in his journal that he didn't want to settle down and "start a family". I don't think he ever saw kids of his own as part of his future nor do I think he'd ever consciously choose to have them. That said these are the words of a young Ford with grand ambitions that children would have potentially gotten in the way of. I also think the way he shuts down the idea of "starting a family" is a response to the social pressure to get straight married which is also not something he would have wanted. I mean look how well that worked out for Fidds :/

But Ford's whole character arc is about humbling himself. Learning to let go of this fantasy of some grand destiny and find joy in just living life with the people he cares about. He learns to accept the love of others and to love himself without needing to prove anything.

Pictured above, is a combination of sleep deprivation and those little moments when you're a new parent and it dawns on you yet again that suddenly you have this tiny little human who's who world depends on you. That mix of fear and awe and overwhelming love that hits you in waves and turns your brain into mush for a moment.

Nik and Newt force Ford to put someone else over himself, forcing him to reassess his priorities much sooner.

Also I know this one wasn't really an ask but I really wanted to draw something for you because it was soooooo good seeing a real ask in my inbox. I would absolutely love to answer any asks people have about this AU. I'd love to draw more of Ford, Fidds, Stan, and the twins but it gets hard to decide what to draw with so many ideas in my brain. By all means, send me asks or suggestions for drawings and I'll do my best to respond to all of them.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

woke up out of a cold sweat to run to your inbox. Free spirited Omega Nik + upstanding, clean cut Alpha John who's so used to Omegas hiding their scents behind suppressants. Then he watches Nik fly through a dog fight with ease in the middle of one of his heats and has NO idea what do to with him.

Not that he thinks he needs some form of intervention, but how do you even court an Omega like Nik? Does he want to be courted?? What could Price get him when Nik already gets himself what ever he wants?? And that's when he notices, WAIT- is nik trying to court him??????

Nik goes into heat. Price wants to help.

cw: omegaverse; omega Nik, alpha Price.

Price had been quietly harbouring a romantic attachment to Nikolai for many years. It was difficult to pursue such a thing in their line of work and, if Price was honest with himself, he was too much of a coward. He had talked himself out of it by assessing the “risk”; losing Nikolai by fuckin’ up a romantic entanglement would do irreperable harm to the 141, Coalition and Allegiance in general. The reality was that losing Nikolai would fuck up Price more than anything else; the 141 would continue to tick over, but Price wasn’t sure he would.

It was far safer to exist in the liminal space of friendship and desire. Nik wasn’t stupid and Price was surprised he was permitting it to continue, but either way, they had settled into a comfortable friendship that often bordered on something else, but never progressed it into anything official. It was like they went through all the motions without actually… consummating it.

They regularly went out for dinner, sharing bottles of scotch late into the night. Nik bought Price expensive cigars and always ensured he had his most favoured kit on operations. Price made sure any stray arrest warrants or unwanted chatter swerved Nik when he could; he gifted Nik with a TF141 patch for his jacket one winter and something unspoken had shifted between them.

Nik went into heat while operating alongside Gaz in Khorramshahr. They had split into two teams with Price as the eyes in a central base of operations. Soap and Ghost had covered from a sniper’s nest on a nearby building, while Nik and Gaz had extracted the target from the military compound—a stolen laptop containing CIA codes for hundreds of covert operations. Laswell wasn’t sure how it had fallen into enemy hands, but she was pissed enough with her own to send in the 141 instead.

Unfortunately, the base hadn’t been empty. With Ghost’s help, they had managed to progress their way to the hanger they had already earmarked for a quick escape should the situation turn to shit. There were three Sea Cobras parked up. Liberated from occupying American forces over the border, no doubt.

Nik crooned gleefully through the Comms as they ran into the hanger. “Ona prekrasna.”

”Gaz, any luck?” Price asked, watching their flickering green outlines on the screen in front of him. Nik’s flickered as he climbed into the helo.

”Nik’s working on it.”

”Soap, got eyes?”

”Aye, sir. Ghost layin’ doon cover. Hostiles headin’ in from th’ east.”

”Spotted. Hurry it along, Nik. You’ve got minutes.”

“Pomurchi diya menya, kotonok,” Nik growled. Even through the Comms, the silky rumble of it did something to every alpha listening in. Price’s legs spread in his seat, arse lifting a little as his Carhartts became suddenly a little tighter at the crotch. He recognised that voice—that tone—on an omega. He’d had a handful of partners in his lifetime with only one progressing to the point there had been discussions about mating and marriage, but that soft, sultry purr could only mean one thing.

”Gaz, is Nik—?”

”Yeah, sir.”

”Stay focused, son.”

”I’m under control.”

”It is fine, captain,” Nik said, and Price heard the whine of rotary blades spinning up in the background. “We are good to go. Gaz, load up."

Price lifted his eyes from the screens and watched as their heli appeared over the rooftops. Nik spun her around to face the hanger and made sure that neither of the other two would be taking off with a quick burst of fire from the Sea Cobra’s 40mm grenade launcher. The plume of smoke and from the explosion that followed mushrooming high into the dull grey of the sky. Unfortunately, their escape was further complicated by a new arrival.

Price growled as another blip appeared on his radar. “Nik, you’ve got company. Westbound,” Price looked through the window as it came within naked eyeline, “Soap, you got visual on the pilot?”

”Negative, sir. Movin’ too quick, heavy armour.”

”Nik, ya gonna ‘ave t’ outfly it.” Price glanced back down at the monitors.

”Copy, captain.”

And Nik fuckin’ well did. Price knew of only one conflict where helicopters had been involved in dogfights—Iran-Iraq war—and Nik was flying one of the main participants. It might not be his Black Hawk, but Nik controlled that Sea Cobra around the sky like she was another appendage, turning her on a pence piece, with targeted bursts of turret fire whenever he secured an opening. It was quick, brutal, the rat-ta-ta of gunfire against concrete echoing over the buildings, and all Price could do was monitor incoming traffic.

It felt like a lifetime, but the reality was that the exchange was over in under ten minutes. The enemy helo went down when Nik took out its secondary rotary engine, and it spun out into a nearby building, sending a fireball outwards into the townsquare.

”Sitrep,” Price barked through the Comms.

“A few holes, but stable. Disengaging. Meet at rendezvous. Out.” Nik said, his voice somehow deeper than it had been before. Ghost and Soap provided their updates. All was fine. Mission success… so far. They still needed to get to safety.

Price packed up in record time, leaving no trace of his presence. He caught up with Soap on the exfil—an old Jeep with the keys in on the outskirts of the city—and drove off into the damn sunset. Price followed the Shatt Al Arab south to the Persian Gulf, where they picked up a light craft waiting for them with a member of Laswell’s team on board.

Their final destination was an American-owned cruise ship currently sitting stationary off the coast of Saudi Arabia. Laswell had co-opted their ‘service’, citing it as an issue of ‘national security’. It was a little more covert than having an aircraft carrier lurking in the gulf following an incursion into Iranian territory. Risky though, involving civilians at any stage of the operation. Price hadn’t been particularly happy with the arrangement.

By the time they arrived, it was late, with several floors of loud, drunk parties currently in full swing, but Price was unable to settle.

He needed to see Nikolai.

Once Laswell had been debriefed via satellite phone, and he’d caught up with the rest of the 141 to check on injuries—none but for a few of the usual scrapes and bruises—Price returned to the small room on the ship he’d been assigned to scrub himself clean. Nik was a few floors up. He’d booked himself something a little plusher for the occasion, because of course he fucking had. As the cruise ship sailed onwards, heading towards Dubai where they were due to pick up a flight home, Price took the stairs two at a time.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. For some reason, he stopped off at the hotel bar and bought an exorbitantly expensive bottle of vodka and two only moderately less eye-wateringly expensive cigars. Was he expecting to court Nikolai on an accelerated time scale with cigars and bloody vodka?

How did someone even begin to court an omega like Nik? He could have anything and everything he wanted at the snap of his fingers and the flash of some plastic. Why was Price even considering it now? He had never seen Nik in heat. Not in their twenty-or-so years of friendship. Sure, he had smelled pre-heat on him, knew Nik’s scent well, and had often been comforted by it in the past.

Nik didn’t use suppressants. He never had. His secondary sex was a point of pride and Price had always liked how it seemed to calm the 141 when he was around; Ghost’s shoulders relaxed, Soap’s hyperactive energy calmed and Gaz found an outlet for his affectionate nature.

They hugged him, scented him, and often fell asleep around him when the operation was over. Price too always felt less stressed, less… like the world was about to explode at any minute. Nik had adopted them as his. That was no secret. Why else would he fly into danger to rescue them at a moment’s notice? An omega would tear the world apart to defend their pack.

His mind was buzzing with all this when he arrived outside Nikolai’s door, his knuckles white around the bottle of vodka in his hands. There was a way to do these things. His old man, for all his sins, had certainly beaten that into Price for the day dot. He definitely hadn’t had a man like Nikolai in mind for his runty, underfed alpha son though. The thought of his face now would have been amusing if Price’s heart wasn’t currently sitting in his throat, trying to suffocate him.

He managed to extract one clammy palm from the vodka bottle and knocked. There was the sound of shuffling from the inside, the slide of the lock, and the door swung open. The sweet, overpowering scent of heat hit Price full in the face and, if that wasn’t enough to make him weak at the knees, the sight of Nik certainly finished him off.

Nik leaned against the doorframe, his head tilted against his forearm as it slanted across it, cigarette dangling from his broad mouth. His hair was ruffled, more curls forming around his ears and neck than his usual regime of gel would allow. Price’s eyes raked down the length of him, his full tits with their dark pelt of fur, his dusky nipples peaked and hard, his solid core revealing the hint of definition every time he drew in a deep breath, the elastic of the sweats he’d pulled on clinging to his hips, the v-slant of muscle disappearing beneath the line of fleece along with the thick happy trail of hair down his belly, begging for Price’s mouth to follow their lead.

”My eyes are up here, captain,” Nik said softly, lips tilted in a wry smirk. He took his cigarette from his mouth and placed his other arm high up on the door frame. Posed like this, even so nonchalant, he struck an imposing sight, spread out, so bloody confident, but with his armpits, the sides of his tits, the curve of his waist, all exposed, begging for an alpha’s hands just to—

“Nik, I…” Price’s eyes snapped up as he spoke, his voice cloying in his throat. Every breath he drew in fogged his brain with scent. He needed to behave his-bloody-self. With a restrained cough, Price offered out the bottle. “I brought ya some vodka t’ see ya through.”

”I have vodka, John,” Nik said dryly. Tilting his head back and up to take a drag of his cigarette without having to drop his arm, and it only served to show off the slope of his neck and throat, completely unblemished, his glands just below the skin.

“Ah, yeah, ‘course you do,” Price croaked, his eyes lingering on the spot where he knew Nik’s gland would be. His mouth watered. “That was… some amazing flyin’, with the… the Sea Cobra.”

”Mmm,” Nik groaned, flexing his back, rolling his shoulders. A subtle wave of cramp. “The Hinds were better armed, but the AH1 is a more agile aircraft… it took down a Mig 21 during the Gulf War.” He watched Price with dark eyes as he spoke, scrutinising his face and, slowly, the rest of his body. Price knew he was being sized up and felt his shoulder square despite knowing he was being bloody stupid. “Why are you here, John?”

”I…” Price swallowed. “I want t’ help, Nik. An’… uh… I wanna do this right, I—“

If any of the 141 had heard the yelp that followed Nik’s gruff “finally” as he took the front of Price’s belt and dragged him into the room, Price would have silenced them under threat of a damn court martial, because it was the most undignified sound he’d ever made. The bottle of vodka thumped on the carpeted floor as Nik shoved him into the room and the door clicked shut. The cigars followed, because Price’s hands were soon occupied by Nik’s chest as Nik closed in.

[vullcanica]

📏 + 6'10" ( for nik or avita )

how about both, for symmetry lmaoo ;; armrests...

FR THOUGH WHY IS IT GIVING

height comparison // alt site

[caws5749]

Harry Potter

I’ve got an idea about the Nat x Reader with the kids. Maybe you could have the Reader in the other room with the baby and Natasha reading a book to the other kids. Maybe you could have Reader carry baby out to watch Nat and their two kids.

This is oddly specific I just realized …

Oh well, I guess …

If you use this, thanks love ❤

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A/N: I LOVE THIS THANK YOUUUUUUUUU I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TARDINESS PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SCOLD ME IN MY INBOX

“Hello, Little Bean,” you murmured to your newborn, who had just opened her eyes. She seemed to stare right up at you, and you couldn’t help but coo to her.  When she looked as though she might start crying, you frowned. 

“No, don’t cry,” you whispered, bouncing her slightly. That seemed to help, so you continued bouncing Annika, pacing the room a bit. Your ears perked up at the sound from the other room as you grew closer to the doorway. 

“And then Harry, Ron, and Hermione went-”your wife read.

“It’s pronounced Her-my-o-nee, Mom,” Dominika cut in, giggling at her mother’s pronunciation. 

“I think if I read it, then I should get to pick how to say her name,” Natasha replied. 

“But it’s canon,” Nik stated. You rounded the corner to watch the conversation coming from the library. 

“What is canon?” she asked, confused.

“Mama, how can you not know what canon means?”

“It means that’s just how it is. The author said it’s that way so it is,” Dominika answered. 

“Okay, so Hermione it is then.”

“Wonderfully said,” you smiled. Your family turned on the couch towards you, smiling when they saw Annika had woken. 

“Can I hold her?” Nikolus asked. He’d taken quite well to having a new sister around, trying to hold her as much as he could. 

“Yes, but she wants to be bounced a bit.”

He took right to the task, carefully keeping an eye on his sister while bouncing lightly. You took his seat on the couch, a hand going to Nat’s thigh as you looked at the book. 

“Oh, they’ve got you reading the third? Quick readers,” you praised. Your two children had always been readers, choosing a few books each month to read together and hold their own little book club. 

“It’s my favorite ever,” your eldest announced, watching Nik and Annika. She loved her little sister immensely, but she had been a bit cautious with her, afraid to drop her or make her cry. 

“Mine too,” Nik chimed in. 

“Natasha, you might have to join in, babe,” you murmured, squeezing her leg lightly.  

“I’ve seen the movies,” she shrugged.

You groaned along with your two oldest children. Nat had never been much of a reader. 

“Never ever say that again,” you sighed, turning for a kiss. You’d barely grazed her lips when Annika let out a wail. 

“See, even she doesn’t like seeing you guys kiss, and she’s a baby,” Nikolus said, cringing. 

You laughed while Nat stuck her tongue out at him before standing to grab her youngest. 

You sighed in content, watching the exchange of Annika between Nik and Natasha. It made your heart flutter, watching the family the two of you had made grow and thrive under your love and care. 

[star-spangled-man]

what's your favourite beverage? 🧋🥤🍷

ooooh! well I will absolutely rip someone's head off if i don't have my emotional support water bottle so there is that...

but every night before I go to sleep or whenever i am super anxious I have some sort of chamomile and/or lavender tea! so that has been my one saving grace atm <3

ask me my favourite....!!