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Cuddling with Simon was your favourite “secret” you had on base.

Bad mission- cuddle. Soap pissed him off too much - cuddle. No missions for the next few weeks, you bet your arse Simon will spend every day in your bed holding you close.

You wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of nobody knowing you had the big scary lieutenant cuddled against your chest in a Fetus position… or if it was the way he would act as your own personal weighted blanket. But either way, you loved very moment, the way his arm lazily wrapped round your waist, how every now and again he wanted to be the little spoon and you’d do everything in your power to try wrap your smaller frame around his…

…the way his soft gaze would look down at you while your head lay against his chest, your hand lazily drawing circles against his bare chest. No words spoken but the love blossomed round the room, the giddiness of the kept secret makes every moment more exciting.

Although, the rest of the boys already knows about you and ghost cuddle sessions, when soap walked in on you both snoozing away on the rec room couch, you lying on top of him as his hands grip at you scared to let go, he took a quick photo as he walked away smiling to himself never mentioning the occasion to the pair of you. Just happy you both had each-other,… even if he did have a cheeky bet with gaz on how long it would take for you both to become official.

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River ecosystems 🌿.

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i am never drawing gerry again

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did u see them btw...

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Been watching too many vampire movies lately, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking about a vampire!nikolai au 🫣🦇

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Nice thing about it always being Halloween is I don't need to wait to post things like this.

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Here have another NikPrice x Reader thing. Really loving this little OT3 ;_;

Intended to be read in the same universe as this little drabble

Have another taste of my special: unedited humor and light angst.

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“This is great, thank you” she tells the nurse in a slurred customer service voice, taking the offered slushy from her hands. 

She's been telling every nurse who so much as looked at her ‘thank you’ in a dazed yet polite voice. Manners still at the forefront of mind despite the remnant anesthesia and pain medication making her cloudy. 

John watches her take a look at the contents of the cup, her face falling immediately, twisting with a disgust only seen in old cartoons, overwhelmed tears springing forth as she looks toward the nurse with barely contained dismay.

“Um, what flavor is this?” 

Price shares a look with Nik, amusement plain on his face as he chuckles in the other chair beside her. 

“I think that's rootbeer, honey” the nurse says warmly, also amused, “ but if you don't like that we can get you blue raspberry-”

“Uggh yup, yup.” She slurs frantically, setting the cup down and pushing it far far away from herself, trying valiantly (and failing) to hide the growing distress on her face, eyes misty from the whirlwind of drug addled emotions. 

Ordinarily John would be less than pleased with his lambs panicking, having half a mind to tear everyone in this unit a new ass for any slight against her, his stress already high enough with her undergoing surgery as is.

The procedure was minor, routine practically, and the doctor had already swung by to check on her, assuring John and Nik that everything went smoothly and she'd be going home the same day, albeit a little loopy. 

John was still beside himself, never was a fan of the clean sterile environment, hated to be there himself, and hated it even more to see his loved ones there as well. Nikolai was just as much of an emotional support for John as he was their girl. 

She frowns, looking at John and then twisting to look for the other source of giggles, eyes falling to Nik.

“Is? Is that okay?” She sucks in a breath, lip wobbling just a little, her voice a perfect example of ‘scared, but trying to be brave about it.’

“I just don't really like root beer flavored stuff…” she reminds them pitifully. 

Nik reaches over, squeezing her shoulder affectionately, “She'll get you a new one milaya, take a deep breath.” he tells her  with a chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head when she does as she's asked. 

Her mood does seem to improve once the new cup is passed off to her, she snuffles at it before clumsily going for the straw, the thin plastic rolling around the cup despite her best efforts. 

John reaches over, placing a hand over the opening to hold the straw steady between his fingers. She flashes him a scrunched smile before sucking away happily, chewing lightly on the slush between her teeth when she cocks her head curiously. Her eyes glued to the sparkling gold of John's wedding band. 

She stares and stares, brows scrunched in deep thought. Slowly she lifts her own free hand, the monitor on her finger trembling along with her as she gazes at her own empty ring finger. 

Her heart monitor spikes. 

“Are we not married anymore?” she whispers, looking back to John, tears already escaping. Pure heartache on her sweet round face. 

And immediately, John would rather rip his own heart out and hand it to her than witness the heartbreak on her face again. 

He scoots closer to her, chair dragging against the tile before he takes her trembling hand. 

“Shhh shh, You still have me darling, we had to take off your ring for surgery, here” he tugs at the chain of his ID discs around his neck, revealing her ring laying snuggly against his chest for safekeeping. 

She stares hard for a long moment, her sniffles subsiding slightly before another thought occurs to her and she bodily turns to look at Nik, making John lunge to hold her side steady before she tears her stitches. 

Misty eyes fall to Nik’s hands against his lap. His fingers adorned with his usual rings, though specifically devoid of one on his left ring finger. 

“You're my husband too?” she asks Nik, sniffling uncertainly. Nik watches her, eyes wistful despite the small smile curving his lips.

“Not on paper, no milaya-”

Wrong answer.

A harsh sobs falls from her lips, their sickly girl flinging herself into John’s arms. He catches her with a small grunt, does his best to soothe her with a warm hand against her back. 

“Why are you crying sweetheart?” he coos, petting her gently, looking to Nik for backup.

“I don't want Nik to be mad at meeee.” she wails against his shirt.

John's eyes flicker to Nik, now it's his turn to wrench his heart out, he stands quickly, moving around the bed to hover beside John, bending lower to hold her pitiful face in his hands.

He swipes away her tears with his thumbs as she sucks in breaths, staring up at him with big watery eyes. 

“Dry your tears my love, see? I am not mad.” he attempts, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. She remains unconvinced, more sorry tears spilling over her round cheeks.

Nik tries to shush her again, kneeling fully to stay eye level with her. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because,” she babbles. “I married John and got him a ring and I love you exactly the same but I didn't get you a pretty ring. You deserve all kinds of pretty things, and I didn't even do the one thing and that's not fair.” 

John watches Nikolai carefully school the emotions on his face, a soft sigh sagging his friends shoulders.

“I know you love me, and you're the prettiest thing I will ever have solnyshka, no need for tears-”

“You don't want me to marry you?” her voice cracks, small and pitiful. 

Her words make both of them wince. It was a subject none of them had brought up. John had married her years ago, long before their relationship as a trio had bloomed into what it was. The only thing John would take back about it all was the fact that Nik was his best man and not standing beside her too. 

They just hadn't known. 

The formalities had never mattered between John and Nik. They'd been bonded since they were both young men, in one way or another. The timing never quite right until it was. But to her?

Nikolai should have had that title long ago, and John feels like a right bastard for letting it slip past him. For denying Nik, himself, and her.

It's plain as day in Nik's face, the barely hidden uncertainty, the hurt.  

John reaches over, curling his free arm around Nik’s back, warm palm pressed against his ribs. An anchor. 

For fucks sake he was their husband on everything besides paper. Nik was everything to him. To them. 

Nik spares a glance to John, taking one look into the warmth of his eyes before he curses under his breath “I did not say that, rude thing.” he scolds softly, emotions just barely wobbling his voice. He makes a show of chucking her under the chin. “I hold you just the same, kiss you? Is that not enough?”

John squeezes him tighter as she shakes her head furiously.

“No.” she snaps matter of factly, scrubbing at her eyes, a familiar stubbornness taking over as she looks him dead in the eyes. “I want everybody to know you're spoken for.” She reaches out clumsily, tapping her finger just shy of too hard against his naked ring finger. “Unacceptable”  she sniffs.

John cuts in before Nik can say another word, hand sliding around his back to grip his nape, squeezing in warning, not to force him into anything, but to tell the truth. “Our girl just asked you to marry her, love. What do you say?”

There's a pause, Nikolai’s big brown eyes flickering between them as they watch him with bated breath. One warm hand cradling his skull, the other gripping his arm for purchase as if they feared he would slip away from them. 

“Of course-” he barely gets out.

Their girl squeals, heart monitor spiking again as she throws herself at Nikolai, the big boy standing fully to crush her against his soft belly. 

John watches them with a softer elation, standing fully to squeeze in close, press a soft kiss just below Nik's ear.

“Good answer” John chuckles.

“Only answer” Nik whispers back.

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Happy Valentine’s Day 💖🫶 // cute version

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Obligatory Sleep Token post to tell everyone I got House Veridian!

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Some very brief thoughts about what this could mean for the next album and merch in the future.

Colour scheme of the new album and subsequent tour will be green and gold and white. That’s it that’s the thought.

When it comes to merch, considering the first email that had the divide in it, when clicking on either picture, both led to the merch store. What if, when the new music drops, there’ll be two sections to the merch? One Veridian and gold, possibly botanical in nature, and one white and gold, wing/feather/Angel themed.

What do we think?

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(cw: sexual harassment mentioned. not from any of the 141 though)

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. 

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

“ ‘ello?”

“Johnny? Can I ask you for a favor?”

It’s the tremble in your voice that has Johnny sitting up in his bed. He glances towards the clock, frowning when the time reads 3:32am. Why are you, Simon’s birdie, calling him so late? And why are you crying?

“What’s wrong, hen? Do I need to come over?” he asks, concern laced in his voice. 

Simon’s currently deployed on a solo mission, and this certainly wouldn’t be the first time you’d call Johnny for help while Simon was away. But there’s something different about this, a weight of importance that Johnny can’t place just yet. It sets him on edge, makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise, like he’s walked into a trap.

You sniffle, and he can hear you typing on a keyboard before you finally reply, voice soft and shaking, “N-no. I just… I need a favor.” You take in a sharp breath, before quietly adding, “You can’t tell Simon.”

Now, that has every alarm bell ringing in Johnny’s head, and he hesitates before responding. “Alrigh’. Just between you and me.”

The phone’s quiet for a moment, just your soft sniffles. It makes Johny’s heart clench in his chest. Sure, you’re friendly with the task force, and you get along well with Johnny specifically, and maybe he’s got a bit of a crush on you. But he doesn’t know you as well as Simon does, and he can’t figure out what could possibly have you this distraught. 

“I’m going to send you something. I just… need to make sure it makes sense,” you explain quietly. 

Pulling his phone away from his ear, Johnny puts you on speaker while he waits for the email to get sent through. It’s quiet, silence only broken by your quiet crying. The ache in Johnny’s chest shifts, as he begins to read over what you’ve sent him. It’s a lengthy report, detailing months of harassment you’ve dealt with from a coworker. 

Suddenly, Johnny understands why you don’t want Simon to know. Because this is heavy, and he can only imagine how Ghost would react, if he knew some little punk was messing with you like this. Because Johnny’s trying really hard not to react the same way. 

Really, what’s a favor between friends?

“Hen, I…” He trails off for a moment, before sighing. “It’s a well-written report. Send it in.”

You let out a soft sigh of relief, and he can hear you typing for a moment, before you reply, quiet but sincere, “Thank you.”

“Any time, hen. I… I’m sorry yer going through this,” he says, the words catching in his throat for a moment. His heart sits heavy in his chest, knowing what you’ve been going through. All the time he’d seen you, always so bright and friendly, hiding this from everyone. How had Simon never noticed the dimness in your sparkle?

“Thanks. I - I just want it to be over, you know?” You pause, before reiterating, “Again, don’t tell Simon. I’m sure he’ll freak out.”

“Yer secret’s safe with me.”

And if a certain coworker suddenly comes to work with a black eye and broken arm, dropping by just to announce that he’s quitting and leaves without sparing you even a glance, well, that’s Johnny’s secrets, and it’s safe with you too. But maybe you’ll drop by the base with some homemade cookies as a thank you.

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Safe Haven, everyone is cozy and happy and we throw Eclipse into the bunch, continuation of this post

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pokèmonize yourself!!!!

spin this wheel to see your pokemon type

spin this one to see how you'll look like

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pokèmonize yourself!!!!

spin this wheel to see your pokemon type

spin this one to see how you'll look like

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I remember seeing so many people making their own interpretations of all their favorite characters and I was just in awe of all the creativity, it’s amazing! I just decided if everyone can do that, why can’t I make two different things I love, my culture and Sailor Moon, into one? It just felt like the perfect idea, especially in this political climate, to introduce people who are not familiar with Mexican culture to see how beautiful it is.

I used an old Folklorico dress as reference and looked up many “how to” videos but I also researched many dresses from various places in Mexico. I decided to not use as much fabric as a traditional dress even with that decision my skirt used over 12 yards of fabric! The hardest part was figuring out how to implement Usagi’s accessories, like what can stay the same or what needed to be redesigned in Folklorico style. I also had Sailor Moon playing in the background as I was working and I like to think that helped a lot as I worked.

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