#thank you nik!

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a summer slay 💛

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bk never says no to a likkle dress!  @xldkx

[d-d-disgusting]

Scuttles into your inbox to tell you that I love how you write the mole's speech, writing, and text patterns. It's incredibly distinctive and so very consistent and i love to read it

( aa THANK YOU!! ;; That means so much to me!! I've worried here and there about both consistency and whether it's enjoyable to read, especially since their speech patterns are influenced by a fictional language's grammar, so I especially appreciate hearing that! )

[nekrosmos]

Oo nikprice prompt. I love the idea of Nik picking Price up and swinging him around, since Price is probably not used to being swept up. Or one of them carrying the other home after too many drinks at the pub xD

Okay I took that second idea and really ran with it, I'm obsessed honestly. John got one too many at the pub, what would he do without his handsome and loyal bestie.

Nik is happy to oblige of course :3c

Bonus:

[cod-dump]

Nikpricegraves thoughts, special delivery!

Nik getting more grey in his hair, and neither Price or Graves wants to bring it up, because they don't know how Nik feels about it. They dom't want to make him feel self-conscious.

So they wait. And Nik finally brings it up, very casually (fronting like hell) musing aloud that he might color the grey so people don't think their evac pilot is too old.

And maaaaybe Price and Graves wanted their responses to be a liiiittle more restrained, a little more level-headed. But they weren't.

Price: You are not TOUCHING that silver--

Graves: Like HELL you're--absolutely not!

Price: Anyone lucky enough to have you picking him up has no right to complain about that!

Graves: And it's sexy as hell anyway!

Price: Exactly, you're fuckin gorgeous.

Nik: ... Thank you?

Nik was a very confident man. He was sure of himself, comfortable in his own skin and almost never doubted himself. But seeing the thin stripes of silver in his hair… he wasn’t too confident on it. The reality of him being old was setting in and he wasn’t very happy about it.

Nik never gave the thought of him getting old much thought considering he didn’t think he would get this far, especially not with his constant flirting with death. He never thought about how he would feel about growing grey, and now that it was here, highlighting his temples? Nik felt his heart squeeze, uncertainty making his chest tight.

Worse part was that neither his husband or boyfriend had mentioned anything about the grey, which just added to his uncertainty about it. He’s caught them whispering about it, both immediately cutting themselves off upon noticing him. He’s caught them staring, again no comments about it. Nik knows they had noticed it, of course they did. They notice everything new or different about him, most of the time even before he’s noticed it.

He didn’t like their silence and was choosing to assume the worst. But he kept quiet, just like how they were choosing to stay quiet. The topic of greying hair wouldn’t come up until one night while they ate dinner. He couldn’t help but stare at their own hair, how he would’ve noticed if John had started to grey (surprising he hadn’t by this point). The silver would’ve been noticeable amongst his dark brown hair, within his beard. It would be undeniably attractive.

Phil greying would been less noticeable considering his golden hair. There would’ve needed to be quite a few grey hairs before it was obvious and even then it would blend nicely with the gold strands. It would add to the American’s charm. Both would carry silver has crowns yet… Nik couldn’t determine that about himself. Couldn’t see himself with it, even as it took residence within his hair.

“I think I need to start investing in hair dye.”

The speed in which Phil turned his head to look at him made Nik fear he would break his neck. John just froze mid bite, eyes looking up to stare at him. Nik kept his usual level of smug confidence about him even though he wasn’t feeling anything remotely similar. Phil swallows his food, taking a deep swig of his water before he glares at him.

“Over my dead body.”

Nik blinked in surprise, his facade cracking.

“Nik, my love, if you do that you’d break my heart,” John added, staring intensely at him.

Nik looked between his partners before he cleared his throat, “Right-“

“Nikky, I’m serious,” Phil said firmly, “That silver is so fucking hot and if you dye it I’ll probably cry.”

“I second that,” John said very seriously.

Nik couldn’t help but laugh at their seriousness. Phil stood and walked behind him fingers going into his hair which of course caused Nik to lean back and practically melt. John stood as well and walked over.

“Should’ve known something was up when you hadn’t said anything. Big, bad Nikolai, insecure over some grey hairs.”

Nik huffs, closing his eyes as Phil continued to play with his hair, “I am not insecure.”

“You just said you wanted to dye it.”

Nik huffs, he could hear Phil’s smirk. He mustered up an unamused frown, which was immediately chased away by a well placed kiss from John. Nik was choosing to be annoyed in order to hide how relieved he felt about their approval. The two would probably pry that confession out of him later when it wouldn’t add onto their smugness over his unusual lack of confidence.

“You might want to prepare for when we return from leave, the boys are definitely going to say something when they notice.”

Nik snorts, “If they have a problem with their transport getting grey then they can cry about it.”

“Cry and complain, with bad jokes on the side.”

By the time they returned from leave, Nik would regain his rock solid confidence. And some jokes of his own because what is an old man without his jokes?

[injestedsoap]

The 141 + Nik and watching Bridgerton with you

Soap: Oh Soap curled up with you episode one and hasn't left your side. Sure he tried to play it off like this is beneath him and he's not actually interested but oh come on, bonnie, there's only two episodes left this season, let's finish it out. He loves the smut scenes, of course, but he also really likes the dance scenes and is going to 'complain' about you signing them up for dance classes until you actually do sign them up for dance classes.

Gaz: Gaz has also been there since episode one with you. He never even tried to pretend he wasn't having fun, he was a Gossip Girl fan in another life and as soon as he understood what Lady Whistledown was doing he was all in. You stopped between every episode to debate who she could be and he gasped when she was revealed. He gets really excited for the premieres and will go looking for themed snacks and drinks for your little two person party.

Ghost: Ghost does that thing where he tells you this is a waste of your afternoon while he stands in the kitchen watching, then moves to stand behind the couch watching, then sits on the couch with you, and then by the middle of the season he's got his arm over you and is talking shit about the characters like he knows them. Ghost weirdly knows way too much about textiles and one of the first things he said was about how the dresses are period accurate but that fabric isn't. If you're the kind of partner who wears dresses.... be careful because you might have a handmade dress waiting for you for the next season premier.

Price: Price has a bit of a secret.... he's read all the books, all of them, Bridgerton was never his favorite series but he's s sucker for a historical romance and these hit like cheap sweets. He has known about the series for ages and when you curled up on the couch to watch it he tugged you into his lap without being asked. He likes the books better but he really enjoys watching the show with you, just be ready to read the books with him between each season and be even more ready to hear him tell you about the differences in the show and the book.

Nik: Nik isn't really one for binge watching but he knows how excited you are about this. He has all the blankets on the couch and your pajamas freshly laundered, lights some candles, makes sure to have tea and whatever else you like to drink on hand, and orders way too much food for the two of you. Nik is just naturally a bit of a gossip and he loves how messy Bridgerton gets, he has a great memory for all the dumb shit everyone gets up to and loves talking about it with you. When he finds out these are books too he places an order for the set and between seasons he will snuggle you up in bed and read aloud to you.

[casualavocados]

Take your time on the way back.

ANDOR 1.01 | Kassa

[shyravenns]

yeah yeah yeah Soap is dead, but how about Soap coming back and haunting every member of 141 like the clingy bastard that he is

Farah who never really knew Soap as well as the others, but still feels the gaping hole that his presence left. Farah, who finds herself standing beside Ghost underneath the cool night sky, and surprises herself (and him) with a joke that's so oddly distasteful about the state of their recent mission and feeling a soft warmth flutter in her chest at his light huff of laughter. Laughter that she feels as if she hasn't heard in months. Remembering hours later that herself that she could have sworn that there had been a brief, additional gust of laughter along the wind that neither of them bothered to acknowledged.

Alex who feels the unsettling quiet that's grown between all of them at all times as if it were a blanket. He knew Soap as well as one might expect from the very few times they worked together, and oftentimes thinks about the blossoming friendship between them that had died along with him. Alex, who often wonders about the kind of leader Soap would have been and places him in the tiny cranny in his heart that's reserved for every man and woman that's worked alongside him and died. Alex who feels the unwelcome *push* of hands that cause him to stumble so hard he feels as if his teeth has knocked out, and just barely remembers that he's in an active warzone before he glances up and sees the tall tale imprint of a bullet in the wall right where his head had been.

Rudy who had the privledge of actually becoming Soap's friend, and remembers the exact moment he heard the news. They weren't *close*. Not in the way that Soap was close with Ghost or Gaz or even Alejandro, but he still felt as if a bullet had pierced his own heart at the confirmation of his death. Watching at the brief flicked of emotions crossing Alejandro's face at another soldier lost far too soon. Rudy who flips through the long forgotten sketchbook that Soap had left during one of his visits to Las Almas, and delicately places his fingers on the sketches. Rudy who doesn't remember falling asleep, and wakes up with the scent of a long forgotten friend floating in the air and a sketchbook that's been left on an empty page he doesn't remember seeing. He stands up to get his pencil.

Alejandro who takes every death to heart, and keeps every dog tag that he can find stored in a drawer in his desk of all the men and women he had the honor of fighting alongside with. Alejandro who grieves at the absolute unfairness of it all, and vows to kill Markarov himself if he should ever have the chance. Alejandro, who still wants to believe that there is some sort of afterlife and that maybe there's a point to all of this. Alejandro, who loses *another* soldier and feels the weight of a hand on his shoulder that squeezes, and thinks that just for a moment that he can hear the faint whisper of bad spanish with a slight scottish accent in his ear. Words barely perceptible even by his own trained ears, and yet it brings a small smile to his face.

[maxbegone]

THE LAST OF US characters as PANTONE colors (insp)

[princess-of-purple-prose]

Fish, 7 (For your prompts! ❤️)

Hi, anon!! Thank you for the prompt, you were the very first one to send one in! 7 was, again, the wildcard, so I randomly generated a different number to land on Yue Qingyuan (from Scum Villain)! I have no choice but to dedicate this to @bytedykes, because I told her about this prompt and she said “yqy pet fish mental health speedrun” and we went, uh, a little insane about it. Enjoy some yuefang, folks!!!!

“Mu-xiong,” Yue Qingyuan says. “I’m sorry to bother you. Are you available?”

“Yue-xiong is never a bother,” Mu Qingfang says warmly. “And I am, actually, yes. Is everything okay, Yue-xiong?”

“I think I need help.” A bit dramatic, perhaps, and Yue Qingyuan hates to trouble Mu Qingfang on a rare day off, but Yue Qingyuan and impulse have never been the best combination, and he would appreciate a second opinion.

Mu Qingfang’s voice turns hard. “Where are you? I'll come right away.”

“What—?” Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone like the blank call screen will tell him why Mu Qingfang suddenly sounds so serious. “I'm at home, but—”

“I'll be right there,” Mu Qingfang says, and hangs up.

Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone for another second, then lifts his gaze to his sparkling new aquarium. His new betta, white and black and resplendent of fin, stares back. Was his crisis of faith about his viability as a fish owner really so deserving of such urgency…?

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“So,” Mu Qingfang says. “This was your emergency?” He looks about as unimpressed by the betta as it does by the two of them.

Yue Qingyuan feels obscurely like he’s being scolded. Mu Qingfang is one of the nicest men he knows, but that just means that his censure takes the form of a blunt instrument of mass disappointment.

“In my defense,” he points out meekly, “I didn’t say there was an emergency. Mu-xiong just assumed.”

“That’ll teach me,” Mu Qingfang huffs, but at least he looks amused. “Yue-xiong should get used to asking for help more so this gege doesn’t have to panic every time he does ask.”

Yue Qingyuan’s mouth almost drops open. He can only hope his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Er—well, I asked this time, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Mu Qingfang allows, looking something horribly close to fond. Yue Qingyuan swallows and tries to hurry on.

“So—not an emergency, but I do want your opinion,” he coughs out. “I’m having… doubts. About the fish.” Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows contract. Yue Qingyuan rushes it out. “Do you think I should keep it?”

“Yue-xiong…” Mu Qingfang looks politely incredulous. “Why does my opinion matter? The fish is already yours, isn’t it? If you don’t think maintaining its upkeep will be feasible, that’s one thing, but… Surely Yue-xiong did the research before getting it?”

He doesn’t sound judgemental, but Yue Qingyuan feels his cheeks warm. “I did, but I wasn’t planning on getting a fish; I was only admiring the tanks. There was a salesperson who was… very insistent.”

Mu Qingfang regards him doubtfully, which is fair. Yue Qingyuan towers over most people he meets, and his bulk only further adds to the impression of immovability. It’s only when he opens his mouth that it becomes clear how spineless he actually is.

Yue Qingyuan falters. “I had thought… I thought it might be nice.” The bettas had seemed so majestic in their tanks, iridescent monarchs of false grass and plastic coves, and Yue Qingyuan had thought, wildly, that one might be rewarding to keep, might breathe a touch of life into his immaculately sleek living room. The whole affair hadn’t even been expensive by his shiny new standards, forget difficult to physically arrange. It was only when installation and set-up for his new aquarium had finished and he was left to watch that jewel-bright being swim disaffectedly through its new home that doubt had seized him, all-consuming and black. He had, admittedly, panicked a little after that.

(Yue Qingyuan’s apartment is very large, and very clean, and very empty. It holds the barest amount of decoration and muss to qualify as lived-in rather than a snapshot from a magazine ad. The fish may, in fact, be the only thing in the entire place which really qualifies as his. No wonder Yue Qingyuan wanted to jettison it from his life as soon as he got it.)

Mu Qingfang’s expression hovers between concern and simple confusion. “I’m sure Yue-xiong will be a more than adequate caretaker,” he says, more gently than Yue Qingyuan and all his neuroses probably deserve. “What’s this really about, Yue-xiong?”

Ah. There it is. Being the mildest person of Yue Qingyuan’s admittedly sharp-tongued social circle doesn’t preclude Mu Qingfang’s wit from being as keen as the scalpels he works with.

“I don’t…” Yue Qingyuan falters. How to express to Mu Qingfang how manifestly unfit Yue Qingyuan is to care for any living creature at all? He changes tack. “I think he hates me,” he admits dolefully.

Mu Qingfang stares at him for a long time, long enough to imply that he’s reevaluating certain opinions about Yue Qingyuan’s intelligence. “Yue-xiong, with all due respect to your new pet—it’s a fish.”

“Fish have emotions!” Yue Qingyuan argues. He flushes at the volume at which it comes out, and at the way Mu Qingfang’s eyes go wide-eyed in startlement. But the salesperson had been very insistent about that, as well. “Bettas are intelligent animals. They dislike certain colors, apparently, and they’re very sensitive—ah, to environmental disruptions, that is. And—”

Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows are still high, but his face has relaxed into a smile. “It sounds to me like you like it quite a bit already. Isn’t that reason enough to keep it?” His tone curls with sudden mischief. “Have heart, Yue-xiong—you’ve hardly known each other for a day! Give it time to adjust to you, and I’m sure you’ll win it over as surely as you do everyone else.” And he grins, sure and easy in his trust that Yue Qingyuan won’t fumble and shatter something so small and monumental as a life that he could cup in his palms.

While Yue Qingyuan is still dazed by that, Mu Qingfang’s eyes alight with interest. “Ah, Yue-xiong—what have you named it?”

“...”

Mu Qingfang’s face falls as devastatingly as it had lit up. “Yue-xiong…”

“Mu-xiong is aware that I was unsure of whether or not I’d keep him!” Yue Qingyuan is terribly aware that his ears are now heating up to match his cheeks. Mu Qingfang’s ensuing laughter does not help with that matter.

Yue Qingyuan is not very good at holding onto things. More often than not, he makes a mess of whatever he’s set his clumsy hands to, lets it fall right through his scarred fingers. But Mu Qingfang’s words ring through his head: Isn’t that reason enough to keep it? And, well, isn’t it? Surely Yue Qingyuan is adult enough to follow through on this. Maybe happiness can be look like his new betta swimming up to the tank to observe the new colorful form moving in front of it, can come as easy as Mu Qingfang quipping that his knowledge about fish is clearly lacking and vowing casually to read up on bettas to be a better fish uncle.

Yue Qingyuan buries a smile and walks over to let Mu Qingfang know that bettas can be trained to follow fingers around. The betta’s clear preference for Mu Qingfang over Yue Qingyuan is as good a marker of intelligence as any fun fact the pet shop worker could have given him. Yes, Yue Qingyuan thinks with a smile—he thinks he’ll be keeping this after all.

[gomzdrawfr]

I just jumped off the train at Comiccon and saw all your reblogs and tags. Gomz, you're a bloody gift, mate.

I absolutely lost my shit at "rawdogging it by using my hands" in regards to fishing, asdfg. Price would be fuckin' proud. And I love your Mer ideas. You should absolutely feel like you can share all your ramblings and thoughts on main. They're great.

Hey!! hope you had fun at the con!! XDD ((ty again for the amazing nikprice posts I was so excited to read them- and had a blast reading them)

HAHA Idk how many Malaysians or SEA folks out there can relate to the fish thing but it's a thing we do KASJDHKASDJ at least when I was younger

usually it's part of a get-together in one of the extended relative's rural home (these areas are call "Kampung") and the dads/uncles would drag the kids to rivers, or paddy fields and make us suffer with "fishing" kjasdhk (see cause usually during dry season the water levels are low but that also mean it's muddy so it gets dirty QUICK)

the worst is getting ikan keli (Catfish) because THOSE ARE SOME SLIMEY MTFS and they will put up a fight and slap those mud all over your pants and face (if you're unlucky and it slipped out your hand and goes straight onto your face- one of my cousin had that experience and cried LMAO)

fishing rods? baits? Nope we did not have those here, just hands and pure spite HAHA

[natelia-aldelliz]

Soap : Cap! I just had a thought, what if-

Price : Jesus fuck, have you heard of knocking?!

Soap : Oh, yeah, sorry, anyway - wait, are you okay? You're really sweaty... You know that could be a sign of heart failure in older men, right? You should get that checked out-

Price : Older men??? Okay, get the fuck out of my office before I throw this stapler at you.

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Nik : *snorts*

Price : Fuck you.

Nik : You wish, зайчик. Go back to your papers~

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Gaz : Did someone know Nik was here? I just saw him exiting Price's office, I didn't know he was on base!

Soap :

Ghost : No, I didn't know. You think he's here for a mission?

Soap : Holy steamin Jesus my poor eyes does anyone have bleach-

[seaquestions]

girl help. i just said ‘how can i kill you?’ over the phone.

[nekrosmos]

If anyone needed 11 seconds of Nikolai praising them, here it is ( original video )

[cod-dump]

I was watching Princess Mononoke again and started thinking when I watched this iconic scene:

It made me think of your PriceGravesNik but specifically the GravesNik because I could SO see this happening the first time they meet

Hehehehehe :]

Nik sees a small, feral man who also is gorgeous? He was done for the moment Graves had the gun pointed at his head.

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He wanted to laugh when he learned Price had been bested by a rich, American mercenary. Price always was the one telling Nik to be careful, to behave. Yet here he was, ass kicked and stuck at the mercy of Shadow Company. Nik of course came as soon as he could, ready to get his hands dirty.

Then he saw Graves and Nik’s mind went blank. The fire in his eyes, the confident swagger in his step. Man was attractive and Nik wasn’t going to pretend that he wasn’t. He was utterly mesmerized by him… which is probably why he was taken down so quickly.

Nik knew he was bleeding, bleeding enough where his head was woozy. He hadn’t allowed himself to be bested like this in years. The last person he’s ever got knocked down this fast by was Price! And here they both were, at Commander Phillip Graves’ mercy. Price was trying to talk to him, get him to respond. Nik could tell he was talking but he couldn’t understand anything he was saying.

Yet he understood everything Graves’ was saying.

“I didn’t hit you too hard, did I? I broke those sunglasses pretty quick, heh.”

Nik felt the cold metal of a barrel under his chin, forcing him to look up. Nik felt something stir in him, the same thing that made him fall so hard for Price. It was feeling of heat, of his heart racing in his chest, mind spinning and unable to focus, yet he couldn’t think about anything else other than the man before him.

Maybe he was hit too hard on the head. Maybe the lack of sleep didn’t help. But Nik felt entranced at the moment, even leaning forward against the barrel, trying to get closer to Graves.

Graves was more than amused, “Have to admit you’re cute. I see why John didn’t kill you all those years ago.”

Nik didn’t have the energy to act surprised that Graves knew what happened back then. Of course he did. There’s no telling what all Graves knew about them and he wouldn’t put it past him to find out even the most intimate details.

Price was less then happy when Nik was tied up next to him. The glare coming from him was harsh and Nik was glad it was at Graves rather than him. He was cussing out the man, fire practically spitting out of his mouth. Nik couldn’t understand much of what he was saying, he chose to lean against him than listen.

“You’re a dead man walking!”

“Relax, Captain. Your man is fine in more ways than one. Would love a detailed… interrogation-“

“Fuck you!”

“Oh? Don’t like sharing?”

Nik would have loved to comment, say something smart, something that would make Price want to swat him. But he was tired and Price was always a good pillow for when he was tired. So he just slumped against his husband, drifting off even though Price was trying to keep him from doing so.

[ladylamrian]

Nik Ryder × Alexis Clarissa Fontaine from Nightbound ❤️

created by the lovely @choiceswithmika

[vamossainz55]

WHEN DID CARLOS SAY HE WAS AN ASS MAN???

hello dear anon 🫡

he has said it twice from my knowledge:

1. during the mexico gp in his toro rosse era. he said it during this interview (in the car). i cant find the timing but theres a snippet of it on this tiktok.

-> the interview is in spanish and they ask him ‘tetas o nalgas’ (literally boobs or ass) he says nalgas / ass 🤭

2. @thatsdemko recently shared with me another time he said it! this was during mclaren myb? in this interview. theyre speaking italian but idk if ferrari would ever 😭

-> u can hear them ask ‘tette o culo’ (again, boobs or ass, the interviewers joke that he’d say both) but at the end he says culo / ass 🤧

i find it hilarious that its quite obscure content and he happens to be asked this (and that he happens to answer) when its not an interview done in english lmao

anyways as a member of the itty bitty titty community, i am happy to announce that carlos sainz is an ass man 🫶🏽