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77ngiez · 10 days

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vityusha

#77ngiez art #pafl oc #oc: vitya kazarina #i think these r probably my final colors for her #might chnage the clothes colors slightly but i dont think so #the hair is from sanyas side of the family and the eyes r ofc passed down from yurochka #anyway. stalker baby

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myname-isnia · 10 months

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Since I grew up in a culture where screaming “_____ LIVES” where hearing a song made by a dead musician is not only acceptable but pretty much the norm, is there really any wonder that I ended up dedicating my fandom experiences to vehemently denying deaths of fictional characters?

#tsoi lives… gorshok lives… yurochka shatunov lives…#yeah that’s definitely where I get it from #цой жив приговор окончательный

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ai-yura15cbx · 10 months

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Retake AI - самый красивый фотосет.

Юрий Каретин и Юлия Сомова в фотосете от AI

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doukeshi-kun · 8 months

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What happens on days where Nikolai and his family go to the beach to have fun and his wife is wearing a swimsuit (not extremely revealing since their kids are there but just enough for Nikolai to go awooga)

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩

replies ⨳ i love this sm I LOVE

contents ⨳ fem!reader, babymama!reader, oc kids (yuri, mari, karol), fluff, suggestive

“Karol.”

Karol coos sadly as Nikolai ties the lace of the boy's beach shorts. Yuri is standing by his side, already wearing his blue swimsuit. Karol wants to mimic his dad, so he insists on just wearing a pair of shorts.

“You already put on your sunscreen, Yurochka?” Nikolai asks before he stands up, looking at himself in the mirror. His loose white shirt is unbuttoned fully and his sunglasses are resting on his head. He adjusts his grey swim trunks before he gives the sunscreen on the sink to Karol.

“Here you go, Karol. Your turn.”

Karol grins as he takes the sunscreen. Nikolai then grabs the bag that holds the rest of his and his kids' belongings before leading them out of the men's restroom. He holds Yuri's hand as Karol is trailing closely by Yuri's side.

“Where's mom? And Mari?” Yuri asks when they are already at the beach, with Nikolai laying a mat on the sand, under the shadow of a tree. Nikolai smiles at Yuri — always looking out for people he cherishes. He pats Yuri's head, messing with the boy's hair.

“Mama and Mari are probably still in the restroom, Yurochka. They know where to find us. And Karol! Why are you white?”

Karol looks at Nikolai, confused — his face is completely covered with sunscreen, an excessive amount of it too. Yuri scrunches his face, seeing Karol's proud face as the little gremlin makes an 'X' gesture with his arms, aimed at the sun.

“Extra protection! Sun is ev— waaa!”

He whines when Nikolai starts to rub his face, making sure the sunscreen is applied evenly to his face and neck. Karol tries to fight Nikolai's hands but his effort is clearly futile against his own dad.

“Hey.”

Karol stops resisting immediately. He pouts but he lets Nikolai do what he wants. Yuri is already sitting, looking around to look for his sister and mother, sometimes watching his dad apply some sunscreen on Karol's back.

As soon he turns to his right, he sees you and Mari walking towards him. Mari gets excited quickly and runs towards them, immediately lunging herself on Nikolai who still does not notice you are coming.

“Papa!”

“Oh!” Nikolai turns around quickly and his smile gets broader once he sees his little princess, adorable in a pink and yellow swimsuit. She also has a small beach hat on her head.

“You look cute, malyshka.” Nikolai smiles, pinching Mari's cheek lightly. Mari happily twirls and shows her twin braids.

“Mom did it for me!”

“Is that so?” Nikolai chuckles. “Seems like your braiding skill has...” his words falter when he turns his head towards you. His eyes widen as they travel your whole body, up and down multiple times.

“Mari! Let's build our sand empire!” Karol is quick to drag Mari to leave the shade and to the beach. Yuri stands on his feet quickly and follows his two little siblings, warning them to not go far. You only watch the kids leave you and your husband in the shadow as they are now having fun at the beach.

“My goodness, Karol is just too excited, isn't he?” you comment as you finally sit beside your husband. You turn to Nikolai and realize that he is very much staring at you — from head to toe.

“Kolya?”

“Mm...”

“Do I look too pretty?” you ask, clutching the long tropical robe you wore over your white one-piece swimsuit. Nikolai's eyes twitch at your assumption before he shakes his head, smiling slyly.

“You look sexy, gorgeous.”

“Oh, you...” you shyly nudge his face to the side. Nikolai chuckles at your touch as he turns his face to you again. “Not going to lie though... It feels a bit too tight right here,” you mumble as you fix the fabric beneath your breasts and of course your husband would shamelessly stare. Your breasts do get bigger after three pregnancies after all and Nikolai loves that.

“Yeah? Like this? Want me to fix it?” Nikolai grins as his hand reaches that part, purposely nudging your breasts so they shake a bit. You slap his hand away lightly, only making him laugh.

“You're such a pervy,” you mumble, slapping his thigh, which makes Nikolai groan lowly, covering his mouth in frustration. He feels extremely bothered and giddy — who wouldn't feel so when your sexy wife is by your side?

“You're driving me crazy, love.”

Nikolai could not keep his hand to himself as he holds your thigh, squeezing it lightly. “You're so pretty, love. I just can't,” he says, leaning closer. But you are quick to halt his advance by placing a hand on his bare toned chest.

“Baby, please, just a kiss.” he pouts.

You laugh softly, only making Nikolai smile more. Your hand that is on his chest trails up to his chin. You pull him closer, pecking his lips shortly.

“There. Now go check on the kids. Mari and Yuri are burying Karol in the sand now.”

Nikolai grins. “Yes, ma'am.”

He stands and wears his sunglasses back. Before he walks to his kids, he immediately seizes your jaw, bringing your face upward only to plant a kiss on your lips, a bit longer than before. Your giggle muffled by the kiss only makes him smirk against your lips.

“Just you wait tonight, love.”

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esc1910 · 2 years

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"Summer in a pioneer tie" | Yurochka

—I'll never see you again...

Vk | Insta | YouTube | Boosty

#sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #sims #sims 4 blender #the sims 4 #sims 4 render #sim edit #sims 4 art #sims 4 edit #лвпг #лето в пионерском галстуке #юра конев #катерина сильванова #елена малисова

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pafl-confessions · 22 days

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one of my vocal stims is yurochka. i repeat it all day every day. walkin around like yurochka.. yurochka.. yuuur-och-ka. yuuuuurochka. yurochhkaaa. yurochka. i love him <3

yurochka :)

#pafl confessions #confession #pafl #yura beletsky

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fictionkinfessions · 1 month

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one thing about me is that my current vocal stim is "yurochka". i miss yura a normal amount [and by that i mean im losing my mind missing him but hahahahahaha its ok its. ok. its fiNE]

- sanya kazarina pafl [#🥀☔️🥀]

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#🥀☔️🥀#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #paflkin #sanyakazarinakin #mod party cat

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crownsofesha · 5 months

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🔺💯😊 for Yelena? : )

🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons?

Yelena and many of the other members of the Chelyabinsk Royal Family and Nobility have a great love for marksmenship and is taught to all their members. Yelena also has great skill in the bow and arrow and dual swords, on top of rifles.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Yelena is a skill for finding lost things, so much so that all of her siblings and some cousins would come to her in their childhood to find their items.

Yelena is left handed, but was taught to be right handed, so in turn has become ambidextrous.

Yelena used to have a pet Sable, named Yurochka.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

Yelena would love to open a school for woman in Chelyabinsk. Reading is one of her favorite past times and being able to share that knowledge would bring her so much joy.

Still accepting asks -> Here

#ask game #simming in the rain #thanks for the ask!#sorry it took so long to finish answering

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anakeions · 5 months

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HMMMM 🔪 🎒 FOR SAMI AND YURI MY BEST FRIENDS…

SAMIIII:

🔪 What does your OC think how they’ll die?

he won’t! <3

🎒 If your OC had to pick three things of all their belongings to keep, which would they chose?

sami’s a bit of a hoarder, and so while he doesn’t have much attachment to what he owns he wouldn’t exactly be pleased for it to all go away… however, he’d do anything to keep the cape he always wears, his sun pendant, and his favorite lyre. these are some of the only things he has any emotional attachment to and he’d be pretty devastated if he lost them, seeing as they were all gifted to him by someone who he no longer has any connection to and misses quite dearly.

Yurochka…

🔪 What does your OC think how they’ll die?

while working at lobotomy corporation, yuri always assumed that it would be the end of him. he was pretty resigned to—and in fact almost fond of—this fact because the facility gave him some of the most stable conditions he’d ever had (ironically) and he didn’t mind the idea of dying for (what he thought was) a noble cause. this technically DID happen but in a classic example of sunk cost fallacy his branch’s manager initiated an experiment in which he and three other agents were … brought back to life, for lack of a better word. since then yuri thought that either he’d be disposed of once he became obsolete or the company would collapse and take him with it. surprise! this doesn’t happen <3

when lobcorp isn’t involved though yuri’s always planned on killing himself at one point or another Which sounds morbid as fuck but he’s not really suicidal he’d just like to go on his own terms. he doesn’t want to live for longer than he needs/wants to and doesn’t want to be one of those washed up fixers who works themselves to death. and he ESPECIALLY doesn’t want his family/syndicate to get to him first

🎒 If your OC had to pick three things of all their belongings to keep, which would they chose?

yuri wouldn’t really have an answer to this! he’s been constantly schmovin since he was 13 and has never really had the opportunity to accumulate Stuff and Things in the first place so losing it wouldn’t be a big deal anyway. he’d definitely keep his EGO though since it’s so useful and priceless and if he had to choose two more he’d settle with his tamagotchi and a picture he carries of himself, his brother, and his cousin :^)

#thanks for rattling the bars of my cage #yuri #samirhyllium

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3cheers4alex · 1 year

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Mila rolls on her side, her elbow on the mattress, her chin resting against her palm. Yuri stares at the ceiling, the rain drops now drumming in a quick pattern, echoing his heartbeat. A bad taste remains in his mouth, like the polluted rain he used to gather on his tongue when he was a kid. "Seriously, what are you not telling me?" "Nothing. You know I get grumpy after competitions," Yuri says. "Poor little Yurochka! You've been outsmarted by your arch-enemy..." "Oh, shut the fuck up." Mila laughs, but Yuri notices the tensed muscle of her jaw. After a decade of friendship, she can easily read him. She has wiped away tears of anger and sadness and has threatened to smash the face of anyone who would dare hurt him. He could confide in her, but trust is not easy for people like Yuri. People who have been hurt far too young. People who are still struggling to rebuild their self-image, shattered like a broken mirror. "So, what are we watching on TV?" Mila asks. "Didn't you want to go out with the others?" "No, I don't. I've been hanging out with the girls, and I've got plenty of gossip to tell you."

#mirrored heart #bodyguard AU #alex writes

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jun-residence · 1 year

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Suffocating Love

Pairing; Il Dottore x Reaper

CW: Obsession, Yandere content, Murder, blood, gore, public execution, stalking, spoilers for sumeru fungi event + Archon Quest

Part I: Unwelcomed Reunion

@uplatterme @pantalonte @dottcre come get y'alls juice :)

Yurochka hid himself within the treeline as he watched Elchingen speak with an unfamiliar individual. The man was dressed in a beige unbuttoned trench coat, with the fur of a cryo abyss mage lining the top.

He had two toned brown hair, a lighter ombre that flowed in the wind. Elchingen reached into his pocket, revealing the wisdom orb that he shakily placed in the man's hand. The latter inspected it, looking for any faults while his glare brought sweat pouring down Elchingen's face.

"These wisdom orbs... Through tweaking they can do greater things right?" He asked, placing the gadget into his pocket. The other can feel the man's eyes watching him, gauging his reaction. He gulped, knowing if he doesn't say the right words he'll die.

"Y-Yes, Reaper." He finally responded, wiping his sweaty hands onto the sleeves of his tunic. He nodded, and handed Elchingen a bag of mora.

"Pleasure doing business with you." And with that, the man vanished in a wind of sand. Elchingen let out a sigh of relief, having to lean himself forward and stabilise himself on his knees, breathing heavily. Yurochka let out a breath that he didn't realise he was holding, feeling goosebumps appear on his skin when the man known as Reaper spoke.

Remembering his mission, He braved himself and stepped out from the shadows, ready to deliver Elchingen's fate. Meanwhile, the Reaper travelled through Sumeru's lush land, and eventually landed in the city.

Near the docks, he saw a little girl playing with the fishes as an older gentleman watched her with gentle smile on his face. Reaper walked over towards the two, getting the girl's attention.

"Daddy!" She called out, wiping her hands on a small towel before waddling towards her father. The man promptly picked her up, placing her on his right arm. "She wanted to see the fishes, so I brought her here, Jun." Reaper, or more known as Jun looked at his godfather. He nodded, and placed a gentle kiss on his daughter's forehead.

"I'm so sorry to bother you on short notice. It's just I need—" "It's fine, my boy. I had fun showing Syifa the city. Better than her being cooped up in her room, right?" He responded, waving off his son's concern. The brunette let out a heavy breath, "Still... Aries, allow me to cook you dinner at my place, okay?" Jun offered to his godfather, who nodded, "Alright then."

"Say goodbye to grandpa, Syifa." He watched the little girl in his arms play with a strand of his brown hair, braiding it. She was pulled out of her focus, and did what she was told. "Bye Bye, Grandpa!" And with a wave from the older man, they both walked away from him.

The father and daughter duo walked through the streets of Sumeru city, Syifa couldn't help but feel sleepy and eventually slept in Jun's arms. He walked towards a vendor, careful as to not disturb Syifa since she's a light sleeper.

After getting his groceries though with some difficulty as his other arm was holding his daughter, he eventually got it and began walking home.

Il Dottore stopped by a cafe, wanting to energize himself while his segment deals with the Akademiya's plans. That's when he saw a familiar face, and he rushed out of the place.

"Jun...?" He stopped in his tracks hearing a familiar voice called out to him. Pretending to not hear the man, he quickly picked up his hanging grocery bag and walked away.

"Jun!" The voice got louder and he picked up the pace. Eventually his shoulder was held by the man and he was forcefully turned around. A familiar head of blue hair greeted him along with a mask similar to a birds beak.

"May I help you?" Jun's voice was cold, he didn't have time for this. The bluenette flinched seeing his "Partner" acting so cruel to him. "Jun, I've finally found you, and-"

"Papa, who's this?" Syifa raised her head, using her tiny hand to wipe her sleepy eyes. Behind his mask, the man's eyes widened.

"You... Have a child...?" Zandikk mumbled, clearly not expecting this. "Yes. Now leave me alone." He turned around and began to walk away from the baffled madman. Jun was quickly absorbed by the crowd and eventually made it home.

Dottore, or Zandikk couldn't believe it. He had to do a double take, before realising Jun had moved on and had a kid of his own.

After his expulsion, Zandikk was scouted by the Fatui. He went to tell Jun about this business opportunity, Jun scowled, not wanting to involve himself with a Fatui. When Zandikk returned to their shared home, he didn't see Jun anywhere. He panicked and found a note on his bed. Jun had left, he couldn't bare seeing Zandikk anymore.

He may have forgiven what he'd done to Sohreh, but this was the last straw.

"Papa, Who was that?" Syifa asked her troubled father, as softly as she could since he looked like he was about to cry. "It's no one, Dear. He probably mistook me for someone else." He took in a sharp breath, placing Syifa down onto the sofa before placing the groceries away.

"Oh, Ok..." Syifa wasn't stupid, she knew there was probably bad history between her father and that man. The question is, what happened?

"What do you want for dinner?" Jun suddenly piped up, hands cutting some vegetables awaiting Syifa's answer. "Some curry would be nice," She replied, not wanting to see her father this furious anymore.

The last time that happened was when Mommy was still around, and it ended with her six feet underground. Syifa can barely remember it, and she didn't really like her mother, so it wasn't an issue.

The sound of knocks came by, and Syifa got up to answer it. She opened the door to find her grandfather standing there with a small container of pastries. "Come in grandpa!" She let the man in who immediately noticed Jun on edge.

"Here you go, can you put this away? I want to talk with your father." The girl nodded and took the container from him. Aries walked over towards the kitchen, and placed his hand on Jun's shoulder. The latter nearly threw his knife at him, to which Aries dodged anyway.

His face soured seeing his son so unhinged, wide and dull blue eyes held so much fear in them. "It's Zandikk. He's back."

#genshin impact oc #oc #genshin oc #oc x canon #il dottore x oc

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torturedgod · 1 year

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yuri and rosè's toyhouse profiles :3c

yurochka nimitz ♡ (๑¯∀¯๑)

rosè delrosario ♡ (๑•᎑•๑)

#oc #original characters #toyhouse #totuthings #toturuart

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kaleidodreams · 1 year

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Happy New Year! Now that creators have been revealed, I can finally promote my final fic of 2022, which I wrote for the Gifts on Ice event.

Summary: Lost and alone in the big city after being separated from his mama and siblings, a small kitten finds a new home when Grandpa and Yurochka rescue him off the streets after a storm. (FF.net)

#yuri!!! on ice fanfiction #gifts on ice #puma tiger scorpion/potya #yuri plisetsky #nikolai plisetsky #yuri!!! on ice #heavenly pearl #A New Home

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svyat0s · 2 months

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My answers to questions 475 tasks of the game #I_am_here_eternity

9.Which dead person would you like to talk to? Why?

I talk to those "dead" to whom I really have something to say. Because there is no death. Actually, I understand that this is just about someone to chat with, but if we talk from the point of view of usefulness, then with Ron Hubbard. I would have confessed that I am a lazy fool and asked him to free us. Otherwise, there is no point in talking to the dead. Well, to ask Putin why he didn't think that Kovalchuk would kill him? Why didn't he build the team? Why did he think that he could handle it alone? What's the point? He hasn't done it already. With the Soviet Bolsheviks - I can talk to them personally in the Eternal USSR. And with other dead people I'm not interested in chatting.

I would talk to the living, to the living, to Yurochka Kovalchuk, to Gundyaev, the UN Secretary General, to whoever is the Chairman of the European Union, to the American Kovalchuk (I don't know who runs the show in America. Please go to hell with your Rockefellers-Rothschilds, it's not they are, maybe just partly, like Usmanov in Russia). Why do they have something so crazy in their heads, why are they so hostile and embittered? They already have all the money in the world. I would like to talk to Zelensky, with Zukerberg. But they all have no time to talk. They are busy with nonsense. For which they will definitely be ashamed later. Not in this life, but it will happen. Then we'll talk. So, there is no point in talking to the dead - they are gone. Talk to living ones!

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doukeshi-kun · 6 months

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𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤

featuring ⨳ dad!nikolai gogol x fem!reader

content ⨳ fluff, a bit suggestive, tattooed!nikolai, oc kids (yuri, mari, karol)

notes ⨳ this has been marinated for a while... i finally did something with it :D i'm proud of myself

Something very attractive appears when your husband is sitting at the dining table, without a shirt, with his tattooed arms on display. You cannot take your eyes off Nikolai at all. He doesn't seem to notice you are staring at him as he is munching on his rice, eyes on the television.

“What's wrong, love?” Nikolai suddenly asks, turning his head to you and you quickly avert your gaze away, flustered.

“No! Nothing, nothing.” you laugh awkwardly as you continue to chop the bananas to drizzle them with chocolate sauce for Yuri who is sitting beside you.

“Really? Hey, Yurochka. Did mama stare at me or something?” Nikolai grins teasingly. Yuri seems surprised by his question and he looks at you before he looks at his dad.

He nods. “Yes, for three minutes."

“Yuri…! You are supposed to be lying!” you screech but Yuri pouts.

“You said it's not good to lie,”

“Well, that's because your dad—” you glare at Nikolai. “—gave you the wrong advice about lying.” you huff, embarrassed. You finish chopping the bananas and drizzle them with chocolate sauce before you give the small bowl to Yuri. Yuri takes it, wanting to eat it right away but he seems to realise an incoming, so he quickly hugs the bowl, dashing to the living room.

“Wah! Yurochka! Banana!” Karol is waddling to the dining area with a colouring book in hand. Mari is running towards him, whining and almost crying.

Nikolai frowns, seeing Mari is tearing up and Karol is now waddling towards you to demand a bowl of banana for himself. He figures that Karol probably bothers her again and while he doesn't really mind them bantering, it does make him uneasy when he sees Mari crying.

“Mama! Mam! Banana please! Banana for Karol!” Karol is trying to climb up your chair. You try to keep him on the ground, worried that he might get hurt.

“Karol.”

A stern voice from Nikolai is enough for Karol to stand straight and look at his dad. “Give back Mari's book and then you can get your banana chocolate.”

You are used to Nikolai's happy voice and jokester persona. Years of being in a relationship with him do reveal more layers of himself to you. But there's always something about Nikolai being stern (mostly to Karol) and authoritative.

God, it actually makes you flustered and all giddy inside.

Karol coos sadly as Mari approaches him. Nikolai pats her head as Karol reluctantly returns the book to her. “Say sorry, Karol,” Nikolai says and Karol pouts.

“Karol sorry…”

Mari huffs, seeming to be sulky still. Nikolai gently reassures her and she softens quickly. She then silently sits on a chair beside him and starts colouring in her book, focused on an unfinished drawing because she got interrupted by Karol.

“Mama, make him some banana chocolate. Karol, come here.” Nikolai says to you before he pats his lap and Karol waddles to him. Nikolai bends a bit to get him up his lap and takes one of Mari's glittered markers before giving it to Karol. He puts his arm which is tattooed with some geometrical design in front of Karol. Karol gasps happily before he tries his hardest to take off the lid of the marker. He hovers over Nikolai's arm and starts colouring and filling in the lines of his tattoos.

“He likes to colour a lot. I think he wants to be an artist. Don't you see the vision?”

“Huh?”

Nikolai chuckles, seeing your flabbergasted face. He knows you have been staring with something in your gaze. He repeats his words and you nod with an agreement ‘Ooh’.

“Yeah, he definitely likes colouring. Mari is still at her second colouring book and Karol already coloured five books by now… well… he probably can be a future tattoo artist.” you look at how focused Karol is while trying to fill the lines of Nikolai's tattoo carefully. Even his little tongue is sticking out, showing how focused he is.

“Awh, that's cute.” Nikolai cackles before he pats Karol's head, kissing it. “You're gonna give me free tattoos every Saturday right?”

“Waoh? No! No free! Papa give me… uh… uh… one bili dollars!”

You giggle at Nikolai's snort. Karol is just happy returning to his little artist moment. Nikolai turns to you, smiling slyly.

“Whatcha looking at now? Didn't I tell you to make him some banana chocolate?” he says, voice deep and teasing. You grumble but your hand reaches a banana from the table anyway.

He should give you more commands, maybe.

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capsensislagamoprh · 2 months

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There was no way to politely say he'd fucked up. His entire body ached, burned even. It was as if every single thing he'd done in his short life had lead him to this stream, by this lake, during a Russian winter.

Nikolai held onto the thin sliver of hope that all his sins would burn his skin rather than freeze his beloved grandson. He'd been a fool to get him those second hand skates. He'd been the epitome of lax in care to not notice he'd taken them outside to play. He'd been the most horridly careless of incompetents to not check on him sooner.

Never mind that it had been ten minutes. Never mind that the lake was a good fifteen minutes from his back yard. Forget that his grandson could run like the wind, jumping obstacles as if they didn't exist. He was a colt, free to run, a wild cat, small and dexterous. He was his grandson and he was on thin ice.

Yuri had decided - in his tiny, infinitesimal wisdom - that ice skating on the overflow pond in May was a perfectly normal and correct thing to want, completely free of danger and consequences. Even in Russia this was not a good idea.

Nikolai slipped, grasping a branch as he tried to re-balance, calling out. "Yurochka!" voice filled with cautious strength, years of strain keeping his panic at bay. "Come off the ice, Yurochka!"

"Dedushka! Look! I can go backwards!" Yuri cheered, turning his body with ease to slide along the ice, unheeding.

"Yes, that is very nice, Yurochka. Why don't you come in. I will make you a coco."

"But I am learning!" Yuri screamed, stomping his foot.

Nikolai's nostrils flared. His grandson was young. He didn't understand the dangers. "Yes," he said, tossing his brain into the maelstrom of ideas to keep a small child safe. "I have a thing to show you that may help," he called.

"Help?" Yuri turned his feel out, sliding in a graceful arch around the edge of the ice.

"Yes. Yes, I have old tapes. Of the Olympics. Have you ever seen the things they can do on ice?"

Yuri cut a neat C, head tilting. "No. What can they do?"

"Jumps," Nikolai said conversationally, ignoring how his heart was racing. "Some times they spin so many times it's hard to count them."

"Really?" Yuri skated closer. He was almost in reach.

"Yes. Would you like to see?"

"Yes!" Nikolai reached out for his grandson, taking his hand, holding on for all its worth.

"Good. And then I will tell you about the ice rink down the way. You can skate there when it is to warm for the lake."

"Every day?" Yuri asked excitedly.

"I don't know about every day, Yurochka, but as often as I can take you, da?"

"Da, dedushka. I will learn all the tricks. I will be best!"

"Ah, well that takes a lot of work."

"I don't care! I am strong. I can do it!"

Nikolai smiled. "I believe you. But you must be careful too. You cannot do if you are broken. I know this. You need to take care of your health and watch your surroundings. This will keep you safe so that you can do."

Yuri nodded as if the most sage wisdom in the cosmos had just been imparted to him. "I can do that."

"Can you, Yurochka? You didn't notice the lake was melting under your skates. The more you played the weaker the ice became."

"The ice is weak! I am strong! I am... I am... " pulling his hand free, Yuri drew his hands up to his face, fingers curled as he makes a pathetic mewl of a roar.

"Yes, you are most fearsome predator. You can eat a man alive and take out a battalion of his comrades before they know you are there."

Yuri looked quite proud, puffing out his chest, swinging his hips as he stomped his skate blades into the earth.

"Yurochka," Nikolai asked cautiously, "Where are your shoes?"

"At home."

"Did you walk to the lake in your skates?"

"Nuhuh," Yuri nodded.

"Oh, Yurochka. There is much you need to learn about protecting your weapons."

"Weapons?"

"Yes, Yurochka. If you want to skate, your blades are your most precious tool." Nikolai stopped at the porch, helping his grandson take off the old skates. "This is the blade," he pointed out. "It is your weapon on ice. All soldiers take great care of there weapons."

"Okay. These are blades," Yuri dutifully repeated. "I take care of them."

"Yes. These are like your combat knife. Every soldier has one. The great difference between a great soldier and a mediocre one can be seen in how they take care of the most basic equipment." Nikolai glanced up to see if Yuri was paying attention. He was surprisingly focused. "A good knife can safe your life. Just like on ice, a well tended set of blades can make the difference between success and failure. Do you understand?"

"Yes, dedushka. These are my knives. I keep them on my shoes. I keep them good and then I can do the things you're going to show me. And have coco."

Nikolai laughed, ruffling Yuri's blond locks, his own sea green eyes reflecting back at him. "Yes. With coco. Come. I will find that tape."

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21

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