Pookie Can You Tag Your Art Better Cause I Wanna See It All Tqq

bro maybe nikto's meds don't work because they are russian prescription, ritalin isn't even legal in russia

crashing the fuck out. anyways, i think i am skipping this class today since it's like 40 minutes pass the starting time already

bogos binted, i printed 24 of them and had 3 left at the end of the day that means i met at least 20 people who likes cod. very cool.

giveaway stickers for a convention this sunday

my hands wouldn't let me :(

i want to draw boobs and teeth

thank you my dear mother for the tag 🙏 very interesting thing to talk about hehe. please stay warm, mother.

a bodily fact about me is that my resting heart rate is about a hundred bpm. when i run it gets as high as 200 bpm. i like to imagine that this is what being a mouse or a hummingbird feels like.

no pressure tags: @enigmaue @god-o-bees @lizzy019 @madstronaut @koeni9in @frogcereal29

(screw it what's a fun fact about yourself also @ people I'll go first I'm allergic to myself

@escapetheslaughter

@ugly-astral-taurus

@bees-official

@gremlininthedark

@bloodmoon-da-idiot

@multifandomcutie13 )

Ooooooouhh my toes are getting all sweaty and curly at the thought of him snookums

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YASSS bby ({;}) curly toes 🤣💗

I present to you…

Cringe things with Nikto 🫣🤍

Nikto truly believes he’s the best cook in the world. He isn’t, his food is borderline inedible. One birthday he made you a cake, used salt instead of sugar. You had to pretend to enjoy it while your eyes watered.

When you first met, Nikto was barely domesticated. Sleeping at weird hours and prowling around the house. Then he started reorganising all your kitchen cupboards to try and keep himself busy. Now he gets genuinely heartbroken if you move a single tin out of it’s place. “It’s my masterpiece milaya, don’t spoil it.”

Pounding you into the mattress one night, you both went in for a sloppy kiss at the same time. It was dark, his head smacked against your chin. You ended up in the doctors office with a profusely bleeding lip, dressed only in your lingerie and a coat. Nikto kept telling him it was a sex injury, while you died of embarrassment.

Nikto will call you at all hours of the day, wherever he is in the world, for almost feral phone sex. If you don’t pick up he leaves you the horniest voicemails. You made the mistake of answering your phone, at a set of lights with a cop car next to you once. Both officials gave you the thumbs up, as your boyfriend grunted through your vehicles speakers at full blast.

After your first minor fight, Nikto thought it was over. He got absolutely wasted because he was so miserable. Then you had to go and pick him up from the bar, while he told you vehemently how much he loves you. The slurring resulted in a lot of spit going everywhere, then he passed out fully clothed in your bed. Snored all night. You didn’t catch a wink.

You tried to go out for a nice meal one time, something romantic. But you both got chucked out of the restaurant, because Nikto managed to sweet talk his fingers into your panties. The owner threw a glass of water over him, when he asked them what the problem was. Needless to say it didn’t cool him off in the slightest. You’ve never been able to go back.

You bought one of those mould your own dildo kits, because you miss his cock when he’s abroad. You both got plaster everywhere, it ended up looking like a wonky mess and you couldn’t stop laughing. He chases you around the house sometimes with it.

He absolutely loves chick flicks, the cheesier the better. Has been known to shed a tear when the couple make their declarations of love at the end. It makes you giggle, seeing your extremely fierce man well up over the worst plot lines.

Nikto talks a big game, but when you get on top and ride him, he gets absolutely fucked dumb. Barely able to do anything but moan, eyes screwed up so he doesn’t cum on the spot. You could offer him reverse cowgirl and he’d give you anything you want in exchange.

i survived

damn this taxi driver is scary

Oooh taking off nikto's mask thoooo

when you saw nikto's face for the first time, it was on a balmy night. you were deployed to a small section of the middle east, hunting down one of zakhaev's groups. but it'd been so, so long, and even a man such as himself, one burdened by the need for revenge, can only wait for so long.

so, you set up camp for the night.

you traded cigarettes with one another. he had the cheap, crude kind-- the sort that you smoke only to take the edge off. (really, you only liked them because his chapped lips touched each one before he passed them onto you.)

you still remember the look in his eyes. he was magnetic, this character that disturbed you but drew you in with every little quip and brooding look. there was-- is-- something about him that you just can't shake.

the night set in, and after smoking for quite a while, you both got into the tent. it was small. if a strong wind came through, it would've knock it down with the two of you in it. but you weren't nervous, not with nikto around.

he always wore a face-covering, often a mix of fabrics and tactile material. you knew of the campfire tales from your rookie days of what he endured, of how zakhaev tortured him, each story more exaggerated than the last. you don't really know what happened, you just know it was bad enough for him to always hide behind a mask.

like a fool, you asked him about it. and he answered by turning around, presenting the clasp to you, daring you to release him from the measly pieces keeping the mask together.

you did. your fingers hesitated before undoing the clasp, but you did it. he did not flinch-- he wasn't bluffing or trying to prove a point. he just let you do it, and you weren't sure of why. maybe it was because you were alone, or that he liked that your mouth touched his cigarettes, or maybe he just wanted to give you something to write home about.

was he beautiful, or ugly? was he "atrocious" and "blighted by scars?" maybe. maybe not. this character that people formed, that he played into, was not all it was made out to be. he looked just as tired as everybody else, just as sullen. you saw him as andre that night, not just nikto, the man who kills and terrorizes.