I ship you with… NIKOLAI LANSTOV. Is this a shock? Perhap. But Nikolai, with would instantly be captivated by your intellectual nature, your ability to read people, and that no-nonsense approach to life. Look at how much he adores Zoya and she is so like you! He is a Prince straight out of a fairytale! He thrives on banter, and your sarcastic and blunt way of speaking would be so entertaining for him yet keep him on his toes in the best way. He is an emotionally intelligent person, he understands when you needs your space and isn’t afraid to push you out of your comfort. Nikolai is so used everyone hiding behind a mask, that he would find it so refreshing to be with someone who sees through that—someone who values him for the complexities of his soul ans accept everyone side of Nikolai. You’d be his equal in every way—both of you are fiercely independent, but when you come together, it’s unstoppable. You said you wanted someone smart and dislike those who have no passion. Nikolai is intelligent with many degrees and passions, his favorite being a privateer, Nikolai would be the person you can count on to be there for you, pushing you to dream bigger and laugh harder, while you provide him with the rare comfort and trust that no crown or war can ever give him.
HEADCANONS
You never sent the letters to your family (see backstory for more context!) Of course you didn’t. Your sister had never really earned them, but somehow, Nikolai knew. Maybe he didn’t outright say it, but he could tell just by the way your hand lingered over the paper, or the way your eyes glinted when you mentioned Shu Han, dimming only when someone asked if you wrote to your family yet. One day, you find a letter on your pillow, addressed in a handwriting that’s unmistakably his, but the contents? It’s filled with stories—mundane ones—about his life as a privateer, about how the palace cat knocked over a vase, how his courtiers are still trying to get him to wear a formal crown. But in between the lines, there are these little hints, these small notes that he wrote for you, wrapped up in his humor and charm, but also carrying something else—something you couldn’t fully understand. But maybe, just maybe, you’ll send him one of your own letters soon.
There’s a moment when the two of you are out, somewhere fancy—maybe a ball, maybe a banquet, but definitely somewhere where you’re both expected to play the part of Royalty in the eyes of thousand. And sure, Nikolai’s got the charisma as if he had swallowed of a thousand suns, but the second your gaze meets his, there’s a flicker of something different. For just a second, everything around you both fades into the background. It’s as if the world knows that no one else exists at that moment except for you two. People are still admiring him—hell, they’re practically bowing down, but it doesn’t matter. When he steps a little closer, murmuring something about “how perfect the evening is,” you can feel it in the way his hand touches the small of your back. It’s not a royal gesture; it’s something more grand, something you both understand is not shared by any others but the two of you
Of course, there was no grand proposal. Nikolai would have never let that happen, not with all the eyes on him. But somehow, when you two end up on a balcony overlooking Ravka, something happens. It's cold, the air kissing his blond hair, and there's the soft echo of the city far below you. He’s leaning on the railing, hands tucked in his pockets, looking like the king he is—and then he turns to you, his eyes serious for the first time all day. "So," he says, "About that future..." And you know exactly where this is going. Earlier that day, he said that if you wanted to stay in Ravka, you always had a future at his side as Nikolai’s consort. You raise an eyebrow at him, and before you can say anything, he’s grinning like he’s gotten away with something. “I mean, no pressure," he adds, the smirk returning to his face. And just like that, the pressure’s off. That’s Nikolai in a nutshell—underneath all the royal bravado, he knows exactly how to make you laugh, even when everything’s so serious.
You don’t need extravagant dates or grand gestures to know that Nikolai’s fallen for you—no, his version of "celebrating" is far more subtle. It could be something small, like when he orders your favorite tea at the palace (without you even asking), or when he interrupts a long meeting just to send you a note—just thinking of you—and it’s enough to send a flutter through your chest. He doesn't make a spectacle out of it. No, he enjoys keeping you informed of his thoughts in a way that makes you feel special. Even when there’s a hundred things to do, you’re the only thing he chooses to focus on in that moment.
ship tropes
black cat x golden retriever
I’m in the wind (you) x you’re in the water (him)
forbidden marriage
CONFESSION
It is with a quiet moment. Both of you stood on a balcony, below which lay sprawled out Ravka, far-out lights shimmering like stars carefully placed in night sky. You can hear the soft rustling of leaves from the garden below, the faint murmur of life still going on without you.
Nikolai is uncommonly quiet, his loud and charming nature almost gone, as if he was thinking deeply, his brows furrowed. You glance to him, noticing how he gazes out across the horizon — the look on his face almost unreadable (you picked up the shimmer in his eyes, the crease in his eye as he squinted slightly and his furrowed brows). Your fingers twitch to reach out for his, and yet, some thought of vulnerability seems to hold you back. You don't mind silence, not really, but with him, it is different. When his banter is not there, something else can settle. Someone you don’t always want to feel.
Nikolai speaks finally after a long beat, his voice so unlike his own, as if he’s careful with the words. "I don't know what it is," he says with a slight chuckle; it doesn't quite reach his eyes, though. "But whenever you're around, everything just seems… less complicated." His eyes flick to yours for the briefest moment, like testing whether you're still there, still listening.
You swallow, heart racing a little too fast. The words are already halfway out of your mouth before you realize they've slipped through. "I don't need things to be simple, though. Just. honest. And with you, it's always been that way."
His eyes catch yours this time, more intent, more searching than usual. Nikolai has always been observant, always reading between the lines, and something in him knows. Knows this isn't the kind of admission you throw out lightly. He tilts his head to one side, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Honest, huh? Funny, I always thought I had to be careful around you."
You laugh, but it's tinged with something softer-something that's been building, simmering under the surface of your interactions for longer than you've realized. "Careful?" You scoff, looking away for a moment, staring into the stars like they'll give you some clarity. "I think you've been more careful with yourself than with me."
It's his turn to pause now, and you can see the flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Me?" His voice softens, dropping any pretense. "You've always been more honest than I have been. More,” He falters for a second, searching for the right word. "Real."
You don't know why those words gut you, but they do. His eyes linger on yours, teasing gone, lightness gone. And for a moment, you see the cracks — the king beneath the crown, the man who is just as terrified as everyone else of not being seen for who he truly is.
You finally meet his gaze, the pulse thundering in your ears. "I don't know how we got here," you start, voice steady despite the sudden rush of emotion. "But all I know is that. I can't imagine going back."
Nikolai tilts his head, weighing whatever words you'll give against something only he can see, for what feels like an age. A shift in him-a weight off the shoulders, at last-the pressure of his crown momentarily forgotten. Then, he grins,
Well, lucky for you," he says, voice quiet, a soft tease still there but not masking the sincerity behind it. "I was hoping you'd say that. Because I think I'm rather fond of you, too."
Just that tiny gesture-just the reaching of his hand out to yours, a touch of the fingers against each other, with the touch lingering, as it were, feeling its way-so that in his touch, you feel it.
power
I struggled with this at first, but at the end I deemed best fitted for you to be an Etherealki. Specifically a Squallor. Squallers can control wind, and though this might seem like an obvious pick on the surface, I think it fits pretty well with your introspective nature and subtle influence over your surroundings. Wind, much like your demeanor and energy, is often unnoticed but deeply impactful in that it can change the atmosphere, create tension, or bring calm without ever being seen directly. As you study the people and interact in small, meaningful ways, so too does a Squaller, through other, far less obvious manipulations of the surrounding environment. No one notices the change is wind much until it is blowing everything away. As cliche as it sounds, the wind release matches your aversion to conformity and your desire for independence.
backstory
Born into the Shu Royal Family as the 2nd child was both a curse and a blessing. You were given all the love and gifts, similar to the rest of your siblings. Shu hated Ravka, that was common knowledge but your Mother believed that there could be more to this relationship than hatred. You hated that ideology. Ravka and Shu has always been like, why must it change!? You loathed the concept of change, until it hit you. The Shu people also despised Grisha, but your Mother adored you even more because of your unique talent. Before her death, she told your elder sister to declare you heir. A Shu ruler who was a Grisha would forge a new alliance and name for Shu Han. But soon after her death, your elder sister (whose name I forgot from the King of Scars duology) persisted that you go and marry another. Canonically, she would ‘torture’ Grisha, but you were her sister. Some part of her felt as if she could not harm you (as much as she hated your odd powers). Forging an ‘alliance’ with Ravka, you were sent off to marry Crown Prince Vasily, Nikolai’s elder brother. Before you left, your sister dug her nails into your shoulders, telling you to send her everything you heard through letters. You never sent one. After Vasily’s death, she wrote one last time, telling you to come home and that your usefulness was complete to the Ravkan’ now that your fiancé was dead. But a week later, Nikolai (who was now King), declared your engagement to him for all to see.
RELATIONSHIPS
KAZ BREKKER sees you as a necessary ally, but he’s too wary to fully trust you, even if you both understand each other on a deeper level. Kaz, like with most people, initially kept you at arm’s length, seeing your power and status as a potential asset but also a liability. However, as time went on, he began to notice your sharp intuition—something that not many people have—and he respects that. He knows you could see through him if you really tried. There’s an unspoken bond of mutual understanding, though it’s built on an icy foundation. He’d never admit it, but Kaz would come to rely on you more than he expected, especially when his plans hit a snag
INEJ GHAFA would be someone you respect deeply, as both of you understand what it means to carry heavy burdens in silence. Inej’s unwavering faith and calm determination would speak to your own sense of responsibility, and while she may seem distant at times, you’d feel a slight kinship with her. There’s an unspoken understanding between the two of you, one neither of you fully understand. She’d never push you to open up, but there’s a quiet support in her presence that makes you feel safe, like you could trust her .
NINA ZENIK adores you like a sister, and you know she’d do anything to make sure you feel loved and accepted. The warmth and openness Nina exudes are like a stark contrast to your more reserved nature, and while at first, you may have been wary of her overwhelming energy, you quickly grew to appreciate her sincerity. Nina doesn’t push you to open up, but she’s always there when you need her, whether it’s to lift your spirits with her humor or offer a comforting presence when you withdraw. There’s a constant, gentle push from Nina to bring you out of your shell, but it’s done with care and patience. She’s the one who makes sure you’re okay, and you’d do the same for her without question. If anyone could get you to see the world in a brighter light, it would be Nina!
WYLAN VAN EK is one of the few people who can completely put you at ease. His calm demeanor and gentle nature make him someone you’d feel comfortable with even in the most chaotic situations. You and Wylan would have a quiet, almost serene relationship. There’s no pressure, no need for grand gestures.
author’s note: the previous post for donnie kept glitching so bad that I decided to delete it entirely and try to just recreate it, here’s to hoping it won’t glitch (＞人＜)
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name: donatello hamato
nicknames: donnie / don / dee
aliases: othello von ryan / bootyyyshaker9000
location: New York City “what a town”
species: mutant / soft-shell turtle / human dna (not much room for my full answer -.-)
age: 16 (rise movie)
height: 5’3 (still growing! i shall definitely be taller than nardo)
color: purple. . . black
weapon(s): ninjutsu / bo / staff / tech / missiles / drill..?still in beta? etc.
appearance: jade green skin, soft shell (covered by my battle shell), ~signature~ goggles, wrist tech, eyebrows, purple bandanna, usually holding my phone as well
personality: brains of the operation, book-smart, sarcastic aka ‘the funny one’, obsessive, determined, fixer, problem-solver, genius, intelligent, intellectual, basically any synonym for smart, i guess..snarky
likes: dancing, music (edm but open-minded), tech, ~scienceeee~ [enter jazz hands], other intellectuals, phone, family, uranium, cute + mean type, atomic lass, affirmations, gift giving
dislikes: b e a c h b a l l s (it’s more of a phobia but i digress), liars, nardo, germs (like kraang goop and sewer gunk ´ཀ`」)
other: I would like to start off by saying you leave me very little room for my answers. You must know I have very well-thought-out explanations for each answer! I would also like to state that every weapon listed above was made by yours truly. And the wrist tech. And the goggles. And obviously the battle shell. All very advanced and most are made with high-grade titanium. The world does not want to see me ~shine~ so I have yet to get my hands on uranium or other lethal materials. I do predict that in the near future my dear Papa shall gift me something mighty special for Xmas.. but more logically I will use other methods to retrieve what I require. Anyways I’ve gone off track, back to this atrocity you call a profile application. Yes that’s right, it is atrocious. Why do you ask for my height and not my weight? They are usually asked for as a pair. Are you not being thorough? Or did you just forget? Either way that would be points off if I was your teacher! I’d rate this experience as unsatisfactory. I’m left wanting to write more about myself! You left so many things unanswered and to the unknown! Just so you know, unsatisfactory is two ranks higher than what I should be rating this. Though.. you did put effort into this, and I can see how much you used my favorite color.. but most importantly you came to me first.. and we are acquaintances after all… I guess I can bump you up to somewhat-satisfactory. Happy? Good luck on your high school project :p
