My Goal Is To Draw 100 Niktos

i will order a custom plush and it is going to be nikto...... i will keep you guys updated

oh.... to have someone who you can be unwell with 🥴

Nikto who wants to reach inside you to hold the version of yourself you keep safe from the world :( your truest self that he wants snuggled in his arms. He's greedy, ok? He may be your dog but he still has his carnal desires and that's to unearth every part of him. You've peeled all his layers back with ease, let him see you too.

i fell eep

i am skipping meds tonight, i will be productive

Your home is a sanctuary to Nikto.

His apartment is suitable. But it's not warm like yours. Loneliness is embedded in the cracks in the walls, the shadows that weep in the unlit rooms, the squeaky clean shower is stark white and smells too much of bleach. It's a house. A place he exists. Haunts. A place to rest his buzzing, busy head. Cold pillows and sheets biting chill into his hot skin. He seldom finds rest there. Sleep? Yes. But the rest never quite reaches him.

But with you? Your home, your sanctuary. That's where rest is.

nikto finds you asleep, your form curled up small on top of your freshly washed covers, and he just stops and watches you for a bit. His whole world slowing down to something soft and calm, the sight of you breathing peacefully all safe and warm, makes the home feel homier. Warm, safe.

Hes slow and heavy as he lugs on over to you, the mattress dipping as his weight seeps into it. Nikto hovers over you for a moment- hands smoothing over the winkles in your shirt, fingers dipping under your top to spread out upon your stomach. Feeling you breathe beneath his palm. Everything feels quiet. His head still and softly humming with the murmur of voices. Hushes. Content whispers.

Leaning down, like a big snuffling doberman, his nose presses into your cheek- into your hair. Inhaling and huffing contently. Your hair is still a little damp from the shower, and it smells so strongly of that yummy shampoo you use.

With a low, grumbling grunt, he settles besides you. Around you, like a shielding wall. He wraps himself around you, nudging a knee between your legs so he can entwine with you- somehow. You're smaller than him, much more fragile. Your skin is soft and untarnished, and you smell of gentle soap suds and warm fabric freshener. His muscles are tense and locked as he lays pressed against you. His stomach is hard and tense as it flushes against your back. He probably smells like rain and grey. Like cold and salt grit.

But you sweeten him. You always do.

aw man :( hope you are doing better now 🙏

love ur username as a person who’s been on zoloft withdrawal twice

hhehehe i remember trying to quit zoloft cold-turkey and i wouldn't stop vomiting for a month straight, never again 🙏

wouldn't recommend not listening to your psychiatrist but whatever the purpose of trying to quit zoloft was, it kinda worked, in a different way. i was on a pretty high dose of several meds, quitting everything means they have to start with smaller dosage again, so cheaper meds and multiple months backward in recovery 👍

Is your first language something other than English, or is it English?

hello friend! yeah, but it is not russian :3 i just like to pretend i know more than 2 languages.

what about you? and any languages you want to learn?

my 7 year old ipad is running out of space but anyways the artist has sent me updates :33333

did you know i used to browse incel and femcel looksmaxxing forums before they became a meme

i just commissioned another artist for more self insert art and now i am eating kimchi

He's blushing. What are you doing to him?

One day break from drawtober yesterday, because of migraine.

mask studies~