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Petra belongs to @siilvan

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Am I too lost to be saved?

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Lt. Mylène 'Petra' Scholten de Ridder, @siilvan

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Florence 'Florrie' MacAlistair, by @siilvan

(my OC Grizzly is nosebleeding)

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guys, I'm drawing very slowly, one picture takes around 3 evenings to finish. But how about a game?

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Yeah, a good half of his body is heavily scarred, whatever, now feel the friction of it and ride his thigh already. His life is not exclusively about grief.

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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE THEM ALL 😭 I ALREADY CRIED IN DISCORD BUT WAAAAAAAA

i’m so lucky to have you 😭🩷 i still remember when sofa dragged me into your dms after i mentioned wanting to request a render from you, i was so terrified you’d find me lame and not worth talking to… and now you’re one of my closest friends, part of my council of non-biological moms who i harass every day… 🥹

Today is @eenochian / @siilvan 's birthday, and I wanted to make some things for my abejita <3 My first gift: in one of her AUs her OC Petra and Makarov (UGH) are politicians in a fake relationship that is not that fake...

My second gift is a scene with my OC Grizzly and her OC Florrie. Those two idiots are stupidly in puppy love land, and are so cute that everyone in the 141 or around them gets diabetes.

And number 3, which was achieved with @rubyspring 's help (thank you so much <3 i love you)

Her OC Petra in another AU where she is a socialite, with Yuri Volkov (but OG Yuri's face and tattoos) is her bodyguard.

Love you lots baby. I am thankful to @sofasoap for nudging you to talk to me and @nrdmssgs . You are an incredibly smart, delightful and witty young lady that I am proud to call my friend. Happy birthday <3

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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I love it… I love you… I’m so spoiled, both in birthday gifts and friends 😭 I remember when I used to be terrified of interacting with you because I was scared you’d hate me for some reason, now you’re one of my favorite people and closest friends… waaaa I’m so lucky to have you 😭😭🩷🩷

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My dearest @siilvan It’s hard to believe that we met a year ago - time flies when you’re lucky enough to know someone as special as you. Even though we’ve never met in person, you’ve become like family to me. Your creativity, your gentle spirit, and your endlessly kind heart have been such a gift in my life.

Thank you for always being patient with my many questions - your answers make the world feel smaller and more connected. You’ve shown me that true friendship knows no boundaries, whether they’re across miles or simply two blogs on tumblr too shy to reach out to each other.

On this special day, I hope you feel surrounded by love and warmth, just as you make Lastochkas feel. I’m so grateful for you.

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Found this in my wip folder

I can't remember why I didn't post it

So pspspspspsps @sofasoap @eenochian @nrdmssgs

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Masterlist I Nikto with lil Sputnik

We didn't really see the death, when they tortured us. Pain, yes, but not death. We didn't see the death on a battlefield. Nor in our enemies hands. Nor in each other. Death was a fairytale, we told each other before going to sleep, just an excuse to rest.

But when we took your face - there it was. Death. In first silvering furs around your black nose.

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Fisher Price (lmao)

I asked my fellow Lastochkas what did we think about Price going fishing and this were their statements

@eenochian - he strikes me as the type to try it, hate it, go a while without it, forget he hates it, try it again, and the cycle continues

@gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot - brings simon with him, but simon just drinks beer while sitting by the car and laughing at him while they bicker

@nrdmssgs - I actually see, how it can be both ways! He can love it or he can love all the routine around it (camping, finding the good spot, preparing early breakfast on a campfire, walking, setting up everything, only to sit down and sleep for another couple of hours). I know fishermen who couldn’t care less for fish - they love their company and their rituals. He might as well hate everything about it

@sofasoap - agreed with all of the above

“Why haven’t I gone fishing in so long?? I love it!”

“Sure you do, old man…”

5 minutes on the water

“…I fucking hate fishing, Simon.”

“You don’t say?”

I'm a firm believer that Price and Ghost were friends/knew each other/worked together way before the 141.

In my little AU that's how I write them, Price being Ghost's safe person, his anchor.

Which means being a little shit to him sometimes (they have a prank war going on too)

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Commission for the incredible author @xoxunhinged I Masterlist I Commission slots available

Please check her masterlist! There is Husband!Nikto there!!

10 Euros from every Nikto commission go to The Plural Association (TPA). This association helps people who self-identifies as being or having more than one individual within a single body, by developing and using their capacities to actively shape their own lives and that of the plural community and the society of which they are part, in economic, social and political terms.

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I LOVE DRAGGING MY FRIENDS INTO NEW AUS :D

Very stupid and wip Fantasy AU

That I have no idea where it'll go. Blame @sofasoap @siilvan and @nrdmssgs , thank you

SO, I posted this the other day

From left to right: tiefling Zhar (Ol'kha most likely, we want to use fantasy names), 3/4 elf Riot (Calliara), human Mini (Freya?), elf Petra (still undecided? can't remember)

And the tiefling's goat, of course. Sebastian. Teehee

So, me being me, I had to make the others you know.

So we have Captain of the Guard John Price, real name unknown, who is a fucking green dragon

Please kudos to @bluegiragi because it's her awesome monster AU that gave me part of this brainrot

Then we have Price's second in command, Ghost. He doesn't know his real name, or where he comes from.

Who is fucking enormous, strong and scarred. Price found him fresh from digging out of his grave in a battlefield, seriously injured and amnesic. They're not sure what he is, but Price reckons that he is half human, 1/4 elf and 1/4 orc most likely. Moody, stern and stoic (duh) his only loyalty is to Price and to the peeople that he considers his new family

And yes, him and Calliara (ranger/scout with a couple of bard levels) are still as stupid and awkward.

Speaking of family, here's two of them.

Adventurer/rogue/undisclosed (Soap) - still trying to find a good name for him. Might just keep Soap, dunno. In this universe he's still Mini's brother, but I'm considering making him a tiefling, as human parents can birth tieflings. Thoughts?

And Gaz. 'Just Gaz'. Wizards and sorcerers keep their birth names secret, because knowing the real full name of a magician is like knowing the real name of a demon. It granted you the full power over them. So, 'just Gaz'.

Then, of course, we get Nikolai. Half orc, dashing rogue and scoundrel, old pal of Price, and head over heels for a certain oblivious tiefling.

Then, the forbidden romance between a half drow half human mercenary and a elven noble alchemist/herbalist (seriously @siilvan wtf)

(Disclaimer: He's supposed to be OG Yuri but I don't have his model so it's... a fake <_< ).

And last but not least, another kind of doomed romance in the long term... (seriously @sofasoap wtf)

Elf assassin/expensive mercenary Emiel (Elian) and human minstrel/healer Mini (Freya?).

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Masterlist "We can't keep it." "Sputnik. Her name is Sputnik." "We can't keep Sputnik, Nikto! She's a wild animal" "Look her in the eyes." "No" "Look her in the eyes and tell her, she will have to leave this place." "...Fuck you, Andre." "She likes belly scratches. Like this."

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Just to be clear: I am not making a joke of Niktos diagnosis. DID is not 'a sad horny baby' - its a serious condition and there is nothing to laugh about there. This is a joke about Niktos story in my fic 'the Dropouts'.

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He scoffs.

"Can't tell me you don't need my cock to feel right.  You need it.  I can tell by the way you look at it...like an addict."

You look away, too exhausted to feel embarrassment, but the learned reaction compels your movements anyway.

Before the knock at your door, you were determined to avoid him, if for no other reason than to prove him wrong.

Old habits die hard. And he looks so damn good.

As you relax, he eases his grip on you, blood flow returning to your arms. Your lips tremble as you search for words.

"Say it. I won't do it unless you say the words."

As he makes his quiet demand, he lets his line of sight travel down your chest, likely recalling what you looked like without any clothing between you.

"I..."

"...say it. Please."

"I need you...to fuck me."

The look of relief on his face confirms everything.

Who's the addict?