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MISC PROMPTS: “ you must know of the basic law ? ” ↠ @abyssbled​

if  ronan  lynch  is  a  headache,  then  declan  is  a  migraine:  persistent,  nagging,  and  bound  to  ruin  a  good  day.  to  his  credit,  he  chose  a  quiet  part  of  the  day  to  bring  his  family  problems  into  adam’s  workplace.  the  blazing  heat  of  early  may  ripples  off  the  pavement,  keeping  the  town’s  saturday  afternoon  activities  within  the  confines  of  their  air  conditioning.  a  handful  of  cars  wait  for  his  attention,  including  the  honda  he  is  in  the  middle  of  giving  on  oil  change.  adam  stands  up  straight  and  turns  to  face  declan  fully  to  convey  respect,  and  with  all  the  politeness  he  can  muster,  he  says,  “  is  this  supposed  to  be  helpful?  ”    

declan  is  here  for  the  only  reason  he  is  ever  here.  the  school  year  is  over  in  less  than  a  month,  and  ronan  is  failing  at  least  two  of  his  classes,  and  gansey  must  be  off  somewhere  in  the  woods  where  declan  can’t  find  him.  “  i’m  aware  of  your  custody  arrangement,  yes,  ”  adam  pulls  a  rag  from  the  pocket  of  his  coveralls  to  wipe  the  oil  from  his  hands,  “  if  this  is  urgent,  i  can  take  my  lunch  break  now,  ”  he  says  pointedly,  a  reminder  that  this  is  still  a  place  of  business,  and  he’s  not  being  paid  to  negotiate  on  ronan’s  behalf.  if  you  ask  him,  which  no  one  usually  does,  declan  is  going  about  fixing  the  situation  the  wrong  way.  setting  rules  for  ronan  does  about  as  much  as  trying  to  teach  a  cat  to  sit  on  command.  “  i  don’t  know  where  he  is  right  now,  would  it  help  if  i  called  him  for  you?  ”

#abyssbled #when he comes to ur work and threatens to slap u with legal #i hope this works!!! #☾ SODALITE. / adam parrish.

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t𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔  𝒐𝒇  𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆  :  𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔  𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 - RAZE

adapted  from  this  post  !   bold what  applies  to  your  muse. repost  ;  do  NOT  reblog.

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽   »   toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair, hot  temper,  old  jeans,  heartbeat  in  head, potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewelry, bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos, backpack  stuffed  full,  craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips,  air  ripped  from  lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳   » homemade  bread,  white  lies, easily  excited,  trying  on  hats,  band  geek, pep  talks,  no impulse  control,  sunsets,  vintage  fashion,  long  showers,  selfies,  following  dreams, rosy cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila, loves  easily, animated  storyteller, full  of  comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲   » list  of  wishes,  biting  their  tongue, band-aids  and  neosporin, shoulder  to  cry  on, morning  sun,  necklaces, trial  and  error,  homemade  quilts, formal  clothing,  astrology  fan,  messages  in  bottles,  pleated  braids, speaking  up  for  friends, feathers, motivational  quotes,  vivid  dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳   »   bird  watching,  shy  kid,  wind  chimes, trying  to  whistle,  summer  camp, apple  orchards, lost  in  their  head, glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies,  thrift shopping,  saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk,  pig  latin, bare  feet,  thunderstorms, numb  fingers, braided  hair, naming potted  plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁   »   goose  bumps, leather  jackets,  adventure, chewing  nails,  cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it,  bronze  locks, no  sleep, taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets,  combat  boots,  stories  behind  scars, table  for  one,  official  soundtracks, sore  calves, trusts  themselves  the  most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺   »   always  trying  to  be  better, wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat  pants, old   photographs, yoga,  sleeping  in  hammocks,  nostalgia, minimalist  design, breath  of  fresh  air, baby  animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist,  doesn’t  care  about  fashion, healthy  snacks, noticing  the  little  things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽   »   school  uniforms,  thick  jackets, sleeping  with  the  windows  open, logical  advice,  scrapbooking, compasses, i  fight  for  my  friends,  sculpture  gardens, cold  morning  air,  big  soul, likes  routine, secret  romantic, last  to  get  jokes, sunflowers, practical  presents,  misty  weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   »   herbal  tea, smell  of  rain, blinking  away  tears,  camping  trips, collecting  bones,  swiss  army  knives, first  impressions,  anxious  thoughts,  bobby  pins, burnt  marshmallows, too  competitive, clothes  lines,  messenger  bags, holding  grudges, gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴   »   flirtatious  sarcasm,  candid  photos,  lost  phone  chargers, adrenaline  rush, picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails,  social  chameleon, clashing  clothes, self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines, sits  in  chairs  wrong,  smudged  eyeliner,  has  too  many  sunglasses, eats  nothing  or  everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁   »   infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine,  lipstick  and  roses, mood  swings, clumsy, believing  in  destiny,  high  expectations,  sleeping  in  darkness,  collection  of  nail  polish, passionate,  good  grades  but  never  studies, poetry  books, blowing  kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   »   knowing  everyone’s  secrets,  backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy, being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory, conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids, keysmashing,  need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook, bags  under  eyes, experimental  art, flickering  bulbs, black  clothing  all  year  long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   piles  of  textbooks, cat  in  lap, keeping  a  diary,  indecisions, scented  candles, studying  alone  in  a  café, lingering  touches,  museum  dates, unanswered  questions, taking  on  too  much  responsibility,  collections,  chalk  dust,  comfy  robes,unnecessary  apologies, coming  home  after  a  long  day

tagged  by :  stole <3

tagging :  @prophezeiung @celestiel @wahrsagung @appleyed @siennabook​ @loetise​

#just ignore that this icon is a jpg lol #my gorl <3<3<3 #☾ BLOODSTONE. / raze. / general. #☾ BLOODSTONE. / raze. / study. #☾ MISC. / dash games.

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peep the proko single blog i just made hehe

#tbt

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Nanobomb moments in Episode 4 Cinematic of Valorant // Warm Up

#the little side glance the hand on the shoulder i will cry #also the way that kj is like im gonna Figure This Out w her little computer n raze is just like i will Add Fire until smth works #tbt

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𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. - indie. regulus black. based largely on original worldbuilding and alternate universes, incl. superhero (dc, marveI), spy (kingsman), chronicIes of narnia, regency, mythos, star wars     𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙙

#this is so beautiful n sexy in this house we love g #n reg too but u know #☾ MISC. / promo. / good content op.

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You're not dead but you're not alive either. You're a ghost with a beating heart.

#👁👁💦 #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / general. / selenite.

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’ 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 ’ 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

so i was looking at THIS MEME and THIS MEME and like. there’s something that i just love so much about these?? so essentially, the sender might send in smth like. “five times cried”. and the receiver can respond with a drabble about five times the receiver’s muse cried because of the sender’s muse! if you’re confused, that’s my fault, and that’s also why i have links to two of the memes that inspired this. i hope you all enjoy! as always, do NOT add more to these, i WILL be making a part 2!

five times kissed:     ( five times the receiver and sender kissed )

five times hugged:     ( five times the receiver hugged the sender )

five times called:      ( five times the receiver called the sender’s phone )

five times texted:      ( five times the receiver texted the sender )

five times cried:      ( five times the receiver cried over the sender )

five times smiled:      ( five times the sender made the receiver smile )

five times touched:      ( five times the receiver touched the sender (platonically or romantically or otherwise!) )

five times saved:     ( five times the sender’s life was saved by the receiver )

five times saved by:      ( five times the receiver was saved by the sender. )

five times protected:     ( five times the receiver was protected by the sender )

five times protective:      ( five times the receiver was protective of the sender )

five times thanked:      ( five times the receiver thanked, or felt gratitude towards, the sender )

five times comforted:      ( five times the receiver comforted the sender )

five times angered:      ( five times the sender made the receiver angry )

five times betrayed:      ( five times the receiver was, or felt, betrayed by the sender )

five times saddened:      ( five times the receiver felt sad for or because of the sender )

five times worried:      ( five times the receiver worried about the sender )

five times relieved:      ( five times the receiver felt relieved about the sender )

five times safe:      ( five times the receiver felt safe because of the sender )

five times happy:     ( five times the sender made the receiver happy. )

five times afraid:     ( five times the sender made the receiver feel afraid )

five times hurt:      ( five times the sender hurt the receiver or made them feel hurt. )

five times visited:      ( five times the sender and receiver visited each other )

five times left:      ( five times the sender and receiver parted ways )

five times reunited:      ( five times the sender and receiver reunited after being apart for a considerable length of time. )

five times stayed:      ( five times the receiver stayed with the sender )

five times glanced:     ( five times the receiver stole glances at the sender )

five times glanced at:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender stealing glances at them )

five times healed:      ( five times the receiver nursed the sender back to health, or tended to their wounds )

five times watched:      ( five times the receiver watched the sender while they were working or doing something )

five times shared:      ( five times the receiver shared something (either a material or feelings or secrets!) with the sender )

five times flirted:      ( five times the receiver flirted with the sender )

five times blurted:      ( five times the receiver impulsively blurted something out to the sender )

five times confessed:     ( five times the receiver confessed a secret or feeling to the sender )

five times noticed:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender properly )

#:eyes: #what if u sent me these

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@zukunftsvision​​   ›   prokopenko   ›   what do you give to a boy who can pull all he needs from thin air? your body, your devotion, your life, if he’ll take them. until then: a key to prokopenko’s front door though he leaves it unlocked every night (an invitation), a length of silky, rich red ribbon (a suggestion), and a tiny engraved compass, smaller than a dime, on a fine, bracelet-sized chain. there’s no explanation, just black ink written on half a sheet of paper torn right out of a notebook: ночь и сон идти одной дорогой

          these  days  kavinsky  wakes  up  with  prokopenko’s  name  burning  on  his  tongue,  with  his  name  fueling  the  fires,  or  with  his  name  wiped  fully  from  his  mind.  today,  it’s  too  early  to  decide  if  he’ll  curse  him  or  if  he’ll  call  him,  when  he  finds  the  gift  proko’s  left  behind  for  him,  in  kavinsky’s  very  own  fashion:  sometime,  somehow,  secret  and  blatantly  unanonymous,  without  waiting  for  the  immediate  reaction  but  counting  on  one  anyway.  it  even  has  a  cryptic  note  that  reads  ‘ the  night  and  the  dream  follow  the  same  road ’  in  scribbled  cyrillic  and  no  other  explanation  as  to  what  it  has  to  do  with  anything.  the  date  on  his  lockscreen  ( his  game  console,  his  fridge,  his  digital  alarm  clock )  is  enough  of  a  confession,  unavoidable  and  in-his-face,  an  obvious  nod  to  all  the  ways  in  which  k  has  fucked  this  up.  he  regards  the  compass  with  a  frown,  turns  it,  flips  it,  shakes  it,  completely  lost  on  its  meaning  ( —  ironically ).  he  bunches  the  ribbon  in  his  fist  till  it  comes  out  crumpled,  slowly  unfolding  in  his  hand  trying  to  recover  from  the  aggression,  but  not  yielding  any  answers.  he  recognizes  the  key,  and  the  trust  it  unlocks,  and  both  his  fondness  and  contempt  come  to  him  at  once.  prokopenko  would  give  everything  kavinsky  has  done  nothing  to  earn.

          he  puts  the  compass  around  his  wrist,  the  key  in  the  pocket  of  his  sweats;  the  note  and  ribbon  remain  on  his  bed  for  now,  until  he  decides  what  to  do  with  them.  he’s  not  made  an  effort  to  get  proko  anything,  and  why  would  he?  but  now  he  rummages  in  the  drawers  of  his  bedside  table  that  is  filled  with  useless  trinkets  that  may  at  first  glance  not  at  all  belong  in  a  bedroom  and  at  second  glance  not  at  all  belong  in  this  world;  he  pulls  out  a  small,  white  mp3  player  with  tangled  matching  earbuds.  it’s  ordinary,  but  it  has  no  music  on  it,  and  if  you  look  closer  you’ll  see  it  also  doesn’t  have  any  ports  to  plug  it  in,  neither  for  charging  nor  to  upload  any  music,  because  apparently  the  battery  can’t  run  out,  and  there’s  nothing  to  play  on  it  except  one  track,  endless  or  looped  or  live  broadcast.  it’s  silence,  and  the  sound  of  a  beating  heart.  nothing  else.  no  way  to  pause  it,  either,  unless  you  turn  it  off  completely  or  simply  stop  listening.  it’s  fucking  eerie  and  k  hasn’t  listened  to  it  since  he  dreamt  it,  though  he  knows  what  he’ll  hear:  the  steady  rhythm  that  he  feels  in  his  chest  and  will  falter  when  his  heart  does,  a  perfect  forgery  for  this  failed  attempt.  he’ll  leave  it  in  proko’s  room  tonight,  tossed  on  his  pillow  so  he  knows  it’s  a  gift.  no  comment,  no  explanation.  he  can  ask  if  he  needs  to,  but  he  probably  won’t.

#reblog this again bc #i cry #peak valentine's content #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / general. / selenite. #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / re: kavinsky. / love me to death or don’t give me anything.

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kosmogramm·:

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delphi lies on her back. with her eyes closed, she can see forever. below, she feels the cool concrete of st. oswald’s rooftop. above, she sees billions of stars — delphinus, scorpius, and lyra are just a few of the constellations — and, since her eyes are closed, she can see planets. not just the ones in their system! hundreds of other systems, too. pink planets. obsidian planets. planets with rings three times the size of saturn’s and moons made of italian cheeses. icy fire planets, with lava oceans and icicle beaches. planets that resemble the dozens of candies lined up at her shop. cotton candy planets and planets with strawberry and chocolate drizzle all over them. cake pop planets and exploding bonbon planets! pumpkin plansties, where the seeds are crowning a new queen and they dance in an autumn festival — except in that planet, autumn is actually in between spring and summer. 

niki has a planet, too. delphi never actually asked him what he wanted in his planet, but she built it for him in her head. it’s a planet made of a twisted, steaming metal core and the skies are red and black. it has fields that stretch out for kilometers on end with yellow-flowered plains and soft, color-changing grasses. there is a scent of summer in the air ( for it is always summer in that planet ), except for the core, where it’s always winter ( despite the eternal smoke ). 

it’s better with her eyes closed. 

     ❛ niki! ❜ she says, and suddenly he’s there. she doesn’t need to open her eyes to see him. he’s joined her on this cool night, where a paradoxically warm breeze makes a hoodie sufficient. 

she’s missed him. it’s hard to talk to him during the day, but the night is theirs. 

     ❛ met him tonight. officially. albus, i mean. ❜ a sigh. this is… unfortunate. ❛ he’s sweet. really sweet. i think you would like him. he seemed so — well, i think he will go after the time-turner. and then you and me, we can be friends — real friends — in a better world. i won’t be so sad, and i guess you won’t be either, by extension. ❜ 

tonight,  they  are  wearing  matching  boots,  and  the  rips  in  their  jeans  are  in  the  same  places.  his  shirt  is  too  thin  for  the  cold,  because  before  he  appeared  here,  he  was  on  the  eternal  summer  planet,  sitting  in  his  little  stone  house,  wishing  for  rain.  nikolai  lights  a  cigarette  to  keep  himself  warm.  

“  do  you  really  think  so?  ”  he  asks.  delphi  feels  bad,  but  that’s  good,  probably,  it  means  her  heart  is  in  the  right  place,  and  that’s  all  that  matters.  her  plan  wouldn’t  work  if  albus  wasn’t  sweet;  he  has  to  be  affected  by  his  father’s  wrongdoings  to  the  point  of  action.  “  and  what  if  he  doesn’t?  ”  honestly,  it’s  a  lot  to  bet  on,  high  dependence  on  random  chance,  considering  he’s  just  a  little  kid,  no  matter  how  sweet  he  is.  

“  for  real?  ”  he  repeats,  shifting  to  lay  on  his  back,  too.  nikolai  can  feel  the  cool  rooftop  beneath  him  and  the  breeze  tickling  through  his  hair,  but  he’s  pretty  sure  it  can’t  feel  him  back.  he’s  an  intangible  creature  to  everyone  but  delphi.  a  better  world  won’t  make  him  any  more  real.  in  the  other  world,  delphi  will  have  real  friends  and  a  real  family.  nikolai  is  a  place  for  delphi  to  store  her  sadness,  he  thinks,  though  he’s  sad  about  different  things  than  she  is  most  of  the  time.  if  delphi  isn’t  sad,  then  by  extension,  he  shouldn’t  exist  at  all.  nikolai  inhales  deeply,  all  the  way,  until  the  smoke  burns  the  edges  of  his  lungs,  then  lets  it  float  up  to  the  sky  in  a  slow  procession.  “  but  what  if  you  don’t  need  me?  ”  

#kosmogramm #this is actually the cursedest thing we've ever done actually #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / general. / selenite. #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / verse: cursed child. / are you wondering how things could be; just staring at the surface?

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kosmogramm·:

sienna sips her silly little latte, pinky out and nose held high, but then ilya decides to ruin the elegance of the moment with a snide comment. she chokes, slamming her cup down beside her microscope and reaching for a napkin to wipe at her lips. what does it matter what she’s doing in new york? that’s deflecting. what she does in new york does not compare to what ilya is doing with every boy in the DMV area.

     ❛ i am, ❜ she says. ❛ i’m attending a conference. there are too many people in the world, aren’t there? ❜ 

she’s aware that those two sentences do not connect, but none of ilya’s damn logic connects, so sienna does not feel the need to expound. she coughs twice more and goes back to taking quick little sips from her latte. thing is, she can only take so many noisy sips in an otherwise uncomfortable silence before something has to give. in a snap decision, she sets her latte back down and clicks her microscope off. that’s nonverbal communication for we need to talk. 

     ❛ there is nothing wrong with trying to make the most of a situation. ❜ she is trying very hard to keep the danger out of her voice, because she does not want to threaten her little brother. no, why even go there? of course this isn’t a threat. it’s just a check-in. a brother and a sister move to DC, and sienna just wants to see how he’s doing. that’s perfectly reasonable. it’s what a responsible sister would do. ❛ but you run into problems when you stop thinking of it as a situation you are trying to make better and start thinking of it as a life — your life — that you are really, truly enjoying. because it’s not your life, is it? it does not belong to you, and, one day, they may send us away again. ❜ 

back to russia or ukraine or maybe somewhere different — maybe china or chile. they’ll get new names, new languages, and a new story. nikolai and sienna will die.

     ❛ where we’re going, ❜ she reminds him, ❛ they can’t follow. ❜ 

‘they' is the boys, of course. 

“  uh  huh,  a  conference,  ”  nikolai  doesn’t  know  if  she  actually  is  going  to  a  conference  —  for  all  he  knows,  she  actually  could  be  telling  the  truth  this  time  —  but  most  weekends,  she  is  definitely  not  going  to  new  york  for  conferences.  he  bites  back  the  urge  to  ask  her  if  her  conference  will  involve  singing,  dancing,  and  glitzy  costumes.    

sienna  wants  this  to  be  a  serious  conversation;  he  begins  making  toast  to  indicate  that  he  does  not  feel  the  same  way.  her  uptightness  is  a  pain  in  the  ass  at  the  best  of  times,  but  he  supposes  she  isn’t  to  blame  for  the  way  she  is,  anymore  than  a  tree  is  to  blame  for  not  being  able  to  get  up  and  walk.  sienna  is  the  thick  shell  he  never  had  to  grow;  nikolai  has  only  been  able  to  retain  his  softness  and  survive  long  enough  to  use  it  because  all  of  hers  is  gone.  

the  glimpses  he  has  allowed  sienna  don’t  provide  the  full  picture;  it’s  almost  a  different  picture  altogether.  sienna  is  a  scientist,  she  speaks  in  code  and  she  is  perceptive  by  design,  and  the  fact  that  nikolai  has  managed  to  keep  an  whole  man  a  secret  from  her  for  this  long  makes  him  giddy  and  excited  ,an  amplified  version  the  time  he  managed  to  lift  an  ipod  from  an  airport  store  when  he  was  thirteen.  he’d  kept  it  stowed  in  his  hotel  bedframe  so  that  he  and  his  two  best  friends  could  listen  to  music  through  tinny  airplane  headphones  when  there  were  no  adults  to  see.  (both  of  them  are  dead,  now,  but  that’s  unrelated  to  the  ipod.)

“  you’re  right,  they  can’t,  ”  he  concedes,  dropping  two  slices  of  bread  into  the  toasted  and  pressing  down  the  lever.  nikolai  doesn’t  see  them  leaving  any  time  soon  —  america  will  always  be  a  threat,  after  all,  a  never-ending  trail  of  state  secrets  to  collect  —  but  he’ll  let  her  have  this  one,  for  the  most  part.  even  if  his  life  doesn’t  belong  to  him,  he’s  quite  happy  with  pretending  that  it  is  until  he  can’t  anymore.  just  like  the  ipod,  it  doesn’t  have  to  be  his  for  him  to  enjoy  it.  

  “  but  there  too  many  people  in  the  world,  aren’t  there?  ”  by  which  he  means,  there  will  be  people  to  fuck  wherever  we  go.  “  and  there  are  definitely  too  many  people  in  new  york.  ”  by  which  he  means,  you  should  try  it.  

#kosmogramm #when u try to stage an intervention but he virgin shames u :((( #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / general. / selenite. #spy verse tbt. #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / verse: spy. / what’s that disguise; is it the rain or is it you crying?

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𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. 

→ PROKOPENKO

spice:     rosemary (symbolizes remembrance, loyalty, love, also it smells like the man version of lavender idk) 

weather:     dreary, misty rain, the kind you think you can survive without an umbrella but ends up soaking you to the bone anyways, cold enough to be uncomfortable without a jacket but not cold enough to complain, you can see thunderstorms on the horizon, but they haven’t reached you yet

colour:    this exact purplish gray that i put everywhere 

sky:     dusk, when the prettiest most photo-worthy part of the sunset has faded and the sky is draining back to blue or purple, with hints of pink and orange from the sun still reflecting off the clouds (like this, but less vibrant, darker, and with streaky clouds instead of fluffy ones)

magical power:    emotional manipulation :/ 

shoe:     doc martens & vans

house plant:     agave (symbolizes security, slow to grow but strong and sturdy. also u gotta rip it open to get to the soft/sweet part)

social media:     twitter 🤡🤡🤡

makeup product:     the green and yellow concealer that goes under regular concealer to hide things that are red and purple 🤡

candy:     anything you can suck on 

fear:     being forgotten

ice cube shape:     the small round kind with the little hole in the middle 

method of long - distance travel:     car, preferably with someone else driving 

art style:     post-impressionism but also surrealism

historical period:     the 90s

mythological creature:     a banshee, a devil bird, or anything else that forewarns death

piece of stationery:     a nice heavy 4b pencil

three emojis:     s(imp), pensive clown, is for me?, + whatever this is (these are under the cut)

celestial body:     the moon

tagged by:    stole from @robobe 

tagging:     @kosmogramm @celestiel @mythae @prophezeiung @proditeur @wahrsagung​ 

#i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i lov #this stuff is great i might expand on some of the good symboilism ones at a later date #if ur a multi choose whomever you would like <3 #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / general. / selenite. #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / development. / you don't mean a thing; just get lost in translation.

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im  being  sexy  and  chaotic  in  2022  so  i’ll  be  voice-testing  some  characters  before  officially  adding  them:  

raze  (  valorant  )

jules  vaughn  (  euphoria  )

wylan  van  eck  (  grishaverse  )  

so here's ur invitation for plotting ig??

#i thinkkkkk these will probably stick (?) #tbt

[zukunftsvision]

being pretty in the passenger seat is just one of my many fortes

#a whole entire worm #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / general. / selenite. #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / study. / does any part of you still look at the sky and hurt?

[zukunftsvision]

kosmogramm·:

that’s the thing: everything about ilya gives away his i’m having an identity crisis energy. ‘when isn’t he having an identity crisis?’ is a better question to pose. she stays at her microscope and closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and asks herself why she’s even breaching into that territory. entertaining this conversation is just that — pure entertainment — and nothing of substance ever comes from speaking to ilya, because he doesn’t listen. he’s taken to american youth culture a little too much for sienna’s liking; he’s all about individualism and love and hippie, fatherless, red-white-and-blue worshipping behavior ( never mind that the two of them are, in fact, fatherless ). 

     ❛ i don’t like this, ❜ she says, pushing away from her microscope and picking up her latte. she’s not referring to her latte; it’s fine. she blows on it, and she looks up at ilya, but she only sees nikolai. that’s exactly the problem. ❛ you’re thinking too loudly. tell me why i can hear your identity crisis so expressly from here if you’re just thinking? ❜  

she takes a sip. the warmth reminds her of who she is and what she’s doing. it’s important that one of them remembers. ilya is getting too loose — he’s forgetting the integrity of their mission and, most importantly, he’s forgetting why they do what they do. 

     ❛ this country was founded on lies, ❜ she reminds him, ❛ and you would do well to remember that all of its fruit is tainted. ❜ 

'fruit’ means a lot of things, but mostly it means boys. she doesn’t like what ilya does on the weekends, in the evenings. he needs to come back to her. nikolai brooks is a character on a stage, and right now they’re backstage. so why isn’t he snapping out of it? sienna has no time for method actors.

suddenly,  nikolai  feels  like  he’s  under  the  microscope  —  pressed  flush  against  a  glass  slide  beneath  a  scorching,  blinding  light.  an  adrenaline  rush;  the  fun  kind  of  fear.  his  scarf  joins  the  coat  before  he  comes  around  to  the  sink  to  wash  his  hands.

good  thing  he’s  not  american,  nikolai  would  say,  if  he  wanted  sienna  to  know  there  was  a  specific  him  in  place  of  the  generalized  sleeping  around  that’s  become  normal.  that  wouldn’t  be  truthful,  exactly,  either,  because  he’s  an  embodiment  of  the  american  dream  itself:  wholehearted  excess  and  unabashed  corruption,  expensive  tattoos  and  an  accent  that’s  twice  as  ridiculous  when  he  speaks  russian,  a  self-made  man  in  every  respect.  (there’s  nothing  more  intimate  than  helping  another  man  inject  hormones  into  his  thigh  every  sunday  night.  everything  about  that  is  probably  illegal  in  russia.)

the  problem  is  that  he  loves  being  nikolai,  even  if  nikolai  is  bland  and  uninteresting  and  not  even  real.  nikolai  gets  to  choose  the  color  of  his  tie  and  his  sweater  every  morning  and  take  the  train  to  work  with  all  the  other  commuters;  he  gets  to  eat  candy  from  his  one  of  his  friend’s  store  on  his  lunch  break  and  he  only  has  to  exercise  when  he  feels  like  it.  nikolai  is  nice  enough  for  college  girls  to  take  him  home  to  their  parents  at  thanksgiving;  he’s  unassuming  enough  for  weekend  breaks  with  state  officials,  where  wine  and  sex  and  a  naive-but-intrigued  disposition  earn  him  access  to  secrets.  nikolai  has  a  nice  mom  and  an  even  nicer  step-dad  who  scraped  together  all  their  pennies  to  send  him  and  his  sister  to  indiana  state  because  he  didn’t  get  into  depaul;  he  has  friends  from  work  and  from  his  running  club  and  from  his  thursday  night  painting  class,  and  a  man  he  met  in  the  most  mundane  way.  nikolai  hasn’t  experienced  much  of  the  world  and  he’s  certainly  never  been  in  any  real  danger.

it  doesn’t  even  matter  whether  or  not  nikolai  is  technically  real.  ilya  is  hardly  a  person  of  his  own  at  all,  just  a  human-shaped  vessel  for  a  highly  specialized  skillset.  ilya  has  an  end  to  achieve,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  nikolai  can’t  enjoy  the  means  along  the  way.  maybe  if  sienna  got  laid  once  or  twice,  she’d  get  it.  

“  you’re  right,  of  course,  all  the  fruits  are  tainted,  ”  except  he  isn’t  the  only  one  enjoying  america’s  fruits  —  what’s  more  american  than  broadway?  he  asks  pointedly,  “  are  you  going  to  new  york  this  weekend?  ”     

#kosmogramm #not him still virgin shaming her :(( #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / general. / selenite. #spy verse tbt.

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#this is so !!!!! #each verse is curseder than the last #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / general. / selenite. #spy verse tbt.

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[zukunftsvision]

@kosmogramm​ / sienna: “i don’t have the capacity for your identity crisis this early in the morning”

sienna  has  her  microscope  at  the  kitchen  counter  again.  they’ve  talked  about  this  before:  biological  contaminants  don’t  belong  where  we  prepare  food.  repeating  the  conversation  won’t  do  much  good.  nikolai  puts  the  sugar-free  vanilla  latte  down  in  front  of  her,  sipping  at  his  own  cappuccino  as  he  shrugs  off  his  coat  and  leaves  it  draped  over  the  back  of  the  couch.  the  hot  foam  burns  his  tongue,  a  contrast  to  the  stinging  cold  from  outside  that  still  lingers  on  the  tip  of  his  nose.  

every  saturday  morning,  nikolai  picks  up  coffee  for  the  two  of  them  from  a  place  a  few  blocks  away.  the  baristas  know  him  by  name,  and  they  know  exactly  what  he’s  going  to  order,  because  he’s  ordered  the  same  thing  every  weekend  since  they  moved  into  their  d.c.  shoebox  nearly  two  years  ago,  except  the  weekends  sienna  was  in  the  hospital  —  a  ritual  of  his  own  choosing  to  make  up  for  all  the  ones  they  didn’t  get  to  have  as  children.  

“  what  gave  it  away?  ”  as  closed  off  as  he  is  to  the  rest  of  the  world,  nikolai  has  always  been  an  open  book  to  sienna.  they  were  built  to  keep  secrets,  but  keeping  them  from  each  other  is  uncharted  territory.  it’s  not  entirely  unpleasant,  either.  this  is  his  own  secret,  and  it’s  a  nice  one.  he  plans  to  keep  it  to  himself  for  as  long  as  he  can.  “  identity  crisis  is  kind  of  a  strong  word.  i’m  just  thinking.  ”

and  thinking  is  dangerous  enough,  much  less  all  the  things  he’s  doing.  they’ve  been  given  an  elevated  purpose,  their  lives  have  meaning  in  a  way  that  most  people’s  just  don’t,  but  ever  since  they  came  to  d.c.,  he’s  known  something  is  missing  from  his  even  so.  

#kosmogramm #this is so :// #☾ nikolai prokopenko. / general. / selenite. #spy verse tbt.