#russicnrat

[noblehcart]

To solve the toughest crimes, hire the smartest criminal.

Aesthetic: Dmitry Sudayev (@russicnrat) & Gleb Vaganov (@noblehcart) White Collar AU

#russicnrat #// white collar au #/ gleb vaganov / aesthetics #// mine

[hesteals]

sorry, not sorry, @russicnrat​

“ bro, are you even living if you don’t have at least twelve pairs of sneaks ? ”  al adjusts the sleeves of the sleek leather jacket freshly commandeered from dmitry’s closet. ( hey, it’s his room too ! )

#russicnrat #smol starter

[wonwars]

11. THE BUDDI SONG — BEAR MCCREARY FT. MARK HAMILL

before entering,   he shares a grin with the nurse on the way out.    “   you’re going to want to keep an eye on him.   if he hasn’t tried to escape,   he will.   and if he already has,   he’ll try again.   ”

and then steve braces himself.

as he perches at the hospital bedside,   he aches at how unkind time has been to his former neighbour.   always,   always,   mr sudayev is a fixed image in his mind:   proud and distant,   part of his heart left in a far-off land.   his delicate frame in his older years belies the spark of a fiercer independence,   some wild thing that got caged up in a body with a lease in a rent-controlled brooklyn apartment.   “   i came as soon as i heard about your accident.   whatever you need,   i’m here for you and mrs sudayev.  I AM ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE.   ”   he pats the plastic safety rail,   the closest he’s ever gotten to touching his friend’s hand.   beeps punctuate the still air between them as the moulded plastic machines play on in a muted cacophony.

clearing his throat,   steve asks,   “   do you need anything from your apartment ?   ”

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

@russicnrat​

#russicnrat #unfair of u to choose this since u 1) knew the number and 2) were the roomie who caused this to be on my wrapped #★ ☆ always something to fight for ⟶ ( modern misc )

[darlingflight-archived]

draft count.

i know i had more but these are all the ones i could immediately find. if we had a thread and i owe you a draft, please message me!

threads.

@lwiamatka : 1 ( about crach ) @emeraldshe : 1 ( hiding from society ) @ncrthernkxng : 1 ( sparring ) @russicnrat : 1 ( tol v smol ) @lighthouseborn : 3 ( knife ; devil’s whatever ; old thread about wendy’s family that i missed somehow whoops ) @captainkingsleigh : 1 ( piracy / jealousy ) @emcads : 1 ( cabin boy breakup )

asks.

@ncrthernkxng​ : 1 ( falling asleep meme —tbh i only remember this one because i was working on it when i stopped to delete an old url and rip there went the whole account )

#ok that's everything on here re-organized. #taking a much needed break from my computer. may be back later tonight or not since it's ...almost 2am. #▓ ▌▌ out of stories ( ooc. )

[princessduty]

@russicnrat​ liked for a starter ( from ANYA ! )

          ❛  what do you think you’ll do after all of this is over? ❜ however this ended, whether or not the dowager empress recognized her, anya would be a step closer to finding her family, for someone, long ago, had once spoken of meeting in paris. anya knew what she was running towards. but what did dmitry hope to find?  ❛ will you make paris your true home? ❜

#russicnrat #▓ ▌▌she will rise again ( anya / anastasia. )

[suverennaya-moved]

        ❛  excuse  me,  ladies,  but  that’s  quite  enough.   it’s  my   turn  with  our  champion.  ❜   a  playful  smile  is  cast  as  she  drags  him  away,  though  it’s  dropped  along  with  the  hand  on  his  arm  once  they’re  outside.   ❛  congratulations,  ❜   anya  says  with  little  mirth,  taking  two  wine  glasses  from  a  passing  waiter  and  handing  him  the  one  on  her  left.   ❛  it  tastes  better  down  your  throat  than  on  your  tongue,  so  drink  it  quickly.  ❜

@russicnrat​ !     au  verse  starter  call.

#russicnrat #( they're both lowkey alcoholics in this verse icb this ) #thg verse.

[heheals]

once, when he was a kid, zahid wanted to be a doctor. with his ability to heal, some of the difficulties that plagued the job would be trivial. he would never lose a patient, and there would never be anything he couldn’t treat. 

it had felt like a calling.

but like everyone else, he’d been made to grow up, and that dream lost its sheen before he took his first steps into adulthood. the reality of his power is its chief limitation: what good is it to be able to cure only such a small, finite number of people ? he chose to go into science to bring healing to as many people as possible, to make it beyond himself.

and yet here he stands, like the bleeding heart that he is, in an unfamiliar hallway filled with warm, yellow light. his gaze flits over framed pictures, most of them featuring a blond little boy, his smile cheeky and bright as he rides his father’s shoulders and rides his tricycle. shifting his weight, he turns to the man next to him. with his arms crossed, he asks quietly, “ why am i here, dmitry ? ”

for @russicnrat​ from a starter call

#russicnrat

[russianrumour]

❛ you remember more than you say. ❜

She’s brought out of her reverie at the sound of his voice ( but she doesn’t jump the way she tends to when something surprises her. ) So lost in her thoughts & … everything, it takes a minute for the words to register. She doesn’t even angry or defensive, the way she wants to, or the way he somehow inspires her to be all the time. Because … he’s not wrong.

                    He’s not necessarily right either but how can she explain that to him?

    There’s just something about this place, about being somewhere with a roof over her head and people around her that has done something to her she cannot put into words. She’s tired, she always is from all the work she’s done to save enough for Paris, and now even more tired trying to (re)learn her past, but she’s also more well-rested than ever. Is this proof of what she’s known ( or dreamed of ) all along? That she had family, warmth, a home?

  She can’t put it into words, can’t explain to Dmitry what it means to hear him and Vlad talking while she’s trying to drift off to sleep. She can’t explain that that makes her feel warmer than any ragged coat or blanket she’s ever had. She can’t explain how she’s had some of the best sleep she’s had in years. She has a place to come back to that isn’t wet, that isn’t empty. And, even if it is just for lessons, she has a place to come back to that’s got people waiting for her.

  It’s not just nightmares that keep her up or haunt her, it’s the ghost of something, of another life, of colors & people & noisy nights full of whispers & …

                                           Sometimes it gets to be too much.

So she lays awake and stares ahead, feeling more well-rested than she has in years, even though she’s unable to sleep.

                                             Because yes, she remembers, but she also doesn’t.

      ❛ I do. ❜

                                And he’s noticed.

Her voice is soft, hushed like it’s a closely held secret. Maybe it’s so he doesn’t think she’s being her usual self, that she’s not annoyed or angry or upset. Sometimes it gets exhausting bearing the burden of so much & so little all at once. Maybe she just doesn’t want to wake Vlad.

  ❛ But it’s not — ❜ she remembers the way he laughed at her when she’d admitted she didn’t know her own name. How can she explain?

         ❛ I remember things. I think. Bits and pieces, a smell, a sight, a sound, warmth, a face … I see them or feel them, almost as if they’re real. ❜ Almost as if she’s lived these memories before. ❛ And some of them are beautiful. ❜ So much she doesn’t want to wake. So much that when she would wake up, all alone, like tonight, it would make her heart ache, mourning the loss of things she had no name for.

                     And some of them are horrifying, but he doesn’t need to know that.

❛ But it’s like looking inside a house from the outside. From far away. It could be a dream, maybe something I wish to be real. I — I have no name for it. For them. ❜ For all the faces that she’s seen, young & old, insisting she remember. Sometimes they’re happy, sometimes they’re angry, & on those awful awful nights … they’re terrified.

                ❛ I don’t know if they’re memories. ❜

She’s silent for a moment & she wonders if she’s said too much. Yet the sound of Vlad’s even breaths & Dmitry’s quiet ones are soothing. A balm for wounds she cannot even begin to understand.

   ❛ It’s like having all these pieces to a puzzle, but not having the faintest idea how the picture is supposed to look. I might not even have all the right pieces. They might not even all be part of the same puzzle. But they’re there. ❜

She finally turns to look at him, unsure what she’ll see,  surprised at the apprehension in her chest, at how much it matters to her what she’ll be met with.

                                   ❛ I am many things, Dmitry, but I am not dishonest. ❜

        She never has been. But, more than that, she wants him to know that.

#♔ 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 — PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY LIFE IS FULL OF CHOICES. #russicnrat

[unelectedofficial]

✧･ﾟ  @russicnrat​​​  asked  :            “  you’re talking too much.  ”

      𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘈𝘜𝘋𝘈𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘠   of  the  total  stranger  (  who  had  been  assigned  to  be  her  partner  on  this  project  just  minutes  ago  )  was  unbelievable  ,  her  mouth  held  agape  in  the  same  position  it  had  been  before  he  cut  her  off  .  there  is  irony  ,  in  what  he  says  ;  nessarose  doesn’t  often  go  on  tangents  like  this  .  this  is  an  exception  ,  for  she  can  see  that  the  boy  opposite  her  doesn’t  exactly  have  the  most  scholarly  look  --  and  some  people  in  this  world  had  standards  that  they  preferred  to  stick  with  .       ❛  talking  too  much  ?  ❜  she  repeats  ,  eyes  narrowing  slightly  out  of  offense  .  a  small  huff  ,  nostrils  flaring  dramatically  .  ❛  why  ,  you  haven’t  said  a  word  !  humor  me  ,  what  do  you  propose  we  research  for  this  ?  ❜  

#russicnrat #✧･ﾟ → ANSWERED / ❛ 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 ❜ #fight fight fight FIGHT #jk jk #unless

[wldbirds]

@russicnrat​: ❝ everybody’s hungry, everybody’s tired. ❞ / anya!

𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑨 𝑳𝑰𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑬𝑹 .  he’s right , no one is having a good time trudging through russia on foot , but anya isn’t exactly fond of their newest navigator.  vlad has long since fallen silent ,  sick of their bickering by the pair is still going strong hours in; it was supposed to be her turn with the map they fished out from their belongings, but they soon found she didn’t exactly have talents in cartography .  or geography , whichever it was .  HIS TONE ISN’T EXACTLY APPRECIATED THOUGH .  and now ,  as the fear of having leaped off a moving train has faded into nothing more than a distant memory , she finds herself growing frustrated with dmitry , glaring daggers into the back of his stupid, smug head . all around them just snow , it’s freezing and they have little to nothing to go on . too late to turn back , with nothing to do but press on . 

the sound of her boots landing in the snow only grows more pronounced .  it feels like it’s been an eternity since they stopped , and she can’t feel her face .  you’d think being a street sweeper would have prepared her for something like this .  her voice imperious ,  haughty almost, as though the act has already begun without his approval , without rehearsal .  “ --  all i asked is if you knew where you were going . “  never mind that she asked at least a dozen times .  

#russicnrat #get along you two

[noblehcart]

Aesthetic: Mrs. Suit Liesel Ivanov-Vaganov (White Collar AU)

#// mine #/ liesel ivanov / aesthetics #// white collar au #russicnrat #-wink-

[hereromeo]

         ❝ I CAN AT LEAST TRY !!  it’s more than i’ve ever done, try.... ❞

" you can’t always be the hero. "  \  @russicnrat​ .

#russicnrat #⌊ 001. ⇀ answered. ⌉ #⌊ 003. ⇀ to be tagged. ⌉

[wonwars]

IT’S A SAD DAY, watching his old home get torn down. his boyhood apartment is already long-gone, but somehow, the run-down building where he’d lived during college had still stood, all the way up until this afternoon. as the wrecking ball whacks into the old place, steve silently says a thank you. for all those long nights spent translating half-baked sketches into paintings that never quite lived up to what he envisioned. for all the early mornings when the cold air breathing on thin glass would wake him up to make it to sometimes his 8 am class, sometimes his 5 am shift.

with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he turns to go. feeling the prick of eyes on him, he looks around and sees that it’s only an old couple. steve stares back at them, his mind working to undo the years and remember them the way they must have looked back when they were all young. and then it hits him: “ mr and mrs sudayev ... is that you ? ”

@russicnrat​     /      STARTER CALL

#russicnrat #★ ☆ avengers assemble ! ⟶ ( avengers era )

[imperises-a]

↳  plotted starter :     @russicnrat​

        𝐀  𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  her,  vast  and  ornate  and  dimly  lit.  In  the  distance,  a  group  of  figures  stand  cloistered  together  all  beckoning  to  her,  their  smiling  faces  earnest  and  kind.  Anya  runs  towards  them;  yet,  the  farther  she  runs,  the  further  they  seem  to  draw  away  from  her.  She  tries  to  call  out  to  them,  but  her  tongue  feels  like  lead—can’t  seem  to  form  itself  around  a  name,  though  she  tries.  The  scenery  changes  abruptly  and  suddenly  there’s  the  sound  of  a  loud  gunshot,  startling  Anya  so  badly  that  she  jerks  upright,  and---

        The  vision  fades  away  just  as  the  bus  drives  over  a  large  rock,  jostling  its  passengers,  and  Anya  lurches  forward  in  her  seat.  She  gasps  for  air.  Sweat  beads  at  her  hairline.  Her  eyes  are  wide  and  frightened.  It  takes  a  moment  for  her  to  realise  it  was  just  a  nightmare—it  had  felt  so  real,  the  fear  a  palpable  thing  not  just  for  herself  but  for  the  people  in  her  dream.  If  only  she  could  have  made  out  their  faces.  

        The  bus  feels  stifling.  It  had  been  Dmitry’s  idea  to  take  a  bus  to  Germany,  and  considering  what  had  happened  on  the  train,  she  wasn’t  all  that  keen;  but  she’d  gone  along  with  it  because  what  else  would  she  have  done?  Now  though,  scrunched  down  in  a  seat  beside  him  with  barely  an  inch  between  them,  she  suddenly  wished  she  had  a  seat  to  herself  so  she  could  breathe.  It’s  only  then  she  realises  that  he’s  awake.  How  long  he’s  been  awake  and  how  much  he’d  seen,  she  doesn’t  know,  but  she’s  immediately  on  the  defensive  anyway—the  last  person  she  wants  to  see  her  in  a  vulnerable  position  is  him.  ❛  How  long  until  we  reach  Germany?  ❜  she  asks,  electing  to  ignore  how  her  voice  shakes.  

#russicnrat #❇┆ do not forget me. ( ic ) #❇┆ ii. no past & no future. ( canon ) #❇┆ russicnrat ; 01. #if this doesn't work let me know and i can write something else!

[inmydrcams]

@russicnrat​ ✴︎ starter

             She narrows her eyes at him for a moment and then a knowing smirk shows on her lips.  ❝ I don’t remember the last time I saw you smile like that. ❞  There’s a certain magic to Paris she hadn’t expected. It was just the city where she was supposed to find her family, a half formed notion if it was half formed even, just an  i d e a  in her head, just another step on her journey to finally finding the voice that speaks to her in her dreams, that lured her in with it’s siren chant. But now that she’s here with him and Vlad, there’s something to it. It’s not the great wondrous city Vlad says it is, it’s still just a city, but there’s something in the air, something… HOPE. After ten years, she will get what she wanted. Yeah, it’s a kind of magic.

#russicnrat #ch; anya #{ anya | IC } #I just really felt like going for paris #I know you I walked with you once upon a queue.

[suverennaya-moved]

“ you’re not alone . you’re stuck with me forever . sorry . ”

        anya  shakes  her  head  at  him,  an  amused  scoff   coming  out  as  she  says,   ❛  you  should  apologize  ---  being  stuck  with  you  forever  means  that  i’ll  have  to  endure  so  many  more  headaches  in  this  lifetime.   i’ll  expect  apologies  all  throughout  too,  you  know.  ❜   a  challenging  raise  of  her  brow  follows  though  she’s  teasing  the  same  way  (  that  she  assumed  )  he  was.   while  she  found  it  hard  to  imagine  exactly  how  her  life  would  be  in  the  years  to  come,  considering  how  quickly  and  surprisingly  things  could  change,  it  made  her  uneasy  to  think  of  dmitry  not  being  there.

she  did  enjoy  having  him  around  more  (  a  good deal  more  )  than  she  would  like  to admit  out  loud.   that  didn’t  mean  she  didn’t  want  to  slap  the  life  out  of  him  sometimes,  however.   ❛  anyway,  i'm  not  exactly  going  anywhere,  so...  ❜   she  pauses  to  smile  at  him  knowingly,  then  continues.   ❛  i  guess  we’re  both  stuck.  ❜

some  really  old  meme  lmao.     not  accepting.

#russicnrat #messages.