Once Again Got Hooked On Analog Horrors, Especially On That Russian Art Project About Magnitoshahtinsk

Once again got hooked on analog horrors, especially on that Russian art project about Magnitoshahtinsk region

Au with nikprice in this setting would rock my shit, Nikolai as a former MES and witness/survivor of the tragedy on October 5, 1992, that led to him actually join the antiacratic forces, and Price is just... Price, I don't know what to do with him honestly

They ******* and then ***** and then Ghost ***** and Soap was like *****

Recruits: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU SURVIVE THAT

Soap: What…?

Recruits: BEING IN A ROOM WITH ‘GHOST’

Soap: Oh it’s easy, we-

Ghost passing by: Say another word and I will end you

alicent talking abt laenor: people would rather TOP a TWINK than STOP and THINK

I hate the world so much I wish it was even slightly fair. I’m so sorry Saltanat. I wish I could punish them all and bring you back to life. Rest in peace beautiful soul.

I don’t have any words left. I can’t think or I’ll break down. countless women went through this… how many more will die? The truth is it will keep going, it won’t stop.

I hate those creatures, I hate them all. I will never date one. I will never share a life with one until this behaviour is eradicated.

Long live Saltanat Nukenova. 💗🕊️

When Nik first finds you, it’s when you tried to rob him.

You’d been younger then. Wilder, scared of a world you struggled to survive in. With hardly a roof over your head, always an empty belly, chased by ghosts of a past you struggled to leave behind. You were desperate, constantly looking for a way out, clawing and scrambling at the stone alleyways in hopes you could one day see the sky.

He’d found you like that, as a dirty, fierce little stray. In a grimy jacket, eyes wild, dirt smeared across your face, you’d held up a knife to him and demanded his wallet. Stupid, you know, but shivering, scared of the world that was destined to eat you alive, choosing a target far bigger than yourself.

Cute, he’d admitted later.

It had taken little effort from him to twist the knife from your hand, examining it as you’d frozen in shock that only seemed to multiply when he asked you if you wanted a warm meal. The offer had been too tempting to ignore, but in reality it was the barest hint of softness behind his eyes that had you follow him like a kicked stray out of the cold.

He’d taken you to a quiet little eatery, out of the way, only three tables. The cook had given you both a look, suspicious of the man who had escorted in a woman much younger than him, dirty and nervous as you were. Nik had let you order, smirking as you nervously picked something small, cheap, and instead ordered something large and warm for you. He’d watched you scarf down the entirety of your meal, gazing at him suspiciously all the while. He’d been quiet, appraising you later realized.

You knew of men like him. Gangsters, thugs, men who worked alongside the mafia or even worse. Men from the underbelly of Russian society who walked in plainclothes and held dark secrets. You knew the danger of accepting favors from men like him. Be it your body, your servitude, or a debt paid in blood, men like those you feared would come to collect in due course, would bleed you dry and leave you ruined given the chance. The only charity they offered served their own interests, the cause they flew their flag for.

It became clear as time grew that Nikolai was not much different, that he had taken one look at you and had seen the thing you never saw in yourself:

Potential.

Someone commented on edit with Alejandro, calling him their "little border hopper" and I'm fucking losing it