I Just Commissioned Another Artist For More Self Insert Art And Now I Am Eating Kimchi
i just commissioned another artist for more self insert art and now i am eating kimchi
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I always see the dog choking info on here, so here’s what to do if a kitty is choking
Save your kitties, we all know they eat everything anyway.
http://www.wikihow.com/Save-a-Choking-Cat
http://www.wikihow.com/Perform-CPR-on-a-Cat
Biting nikto hcs? Would he enjoy getting bitten or bite?
ill try to do some teeth related things etc etc only because biting/hickeys toes the line of nsfw and sfw :'( if u put in a req @puracatt ill probably do some over there
cw // tooth loss, tooth pulling, blood
[ come - adrianne lenker ]
nikto who's missing a few teeth. zakhaev couldn't let him go without plucking a molar or two, then one of his sharp teeth. at first, he relishes in the gaps there. they're another one of his many trophies-- i survived imran zakhaev, and i have the wounds to prove it.
he can't chew rare steaks or the occasional hard candy like he used to. he mourns. he can't eat without having food get caught in the squishy dips of his gums.
his teeth are sharp, like a cat's. they hardly befitting of an omnivore.
when he gets hit in the cheek or upper lip, a shudder rolls through him. that numbing sensation that echoes through his nerves is reminiscent of that empty feeling he had after losing his teeth. everything was dull and bloody.
nikto who gets the cheapest, crappiest implants available in a clinic nearby his place of deployment. he just wants to be able to eat and smile without thinking of the gaps in his grin. regardless, not all of it matters in the face of vengeance.
i am not done with the digital new year card but i will draw and post some bad art
wwaaaeeeww yes please!!!
"Smiling at the person that doesn't like me."
-Cheer for babies/And The Kids
Tw: Self deprecating thoughts, mostly sfw just angsty, alcoholic/smoker nikto
Nikto didn't like you. At least thats what you thought. You couldn't see behind the mask. You couldn't see the countless nights he's pondered getting down on his knees and begging you to have him, to kill him or let him live he'd let you decide.
A sinner to a judge, endlessly skewed only to be brought underneath your presence.
He prays you'll save him, sometimes just the thought of you saves him.
You save him from countless nights of blackout drinking. Saving him from endless chain-smoking. Save him from ending it all.
Sometimes he understands it. How he was raised, maybe they had it too.
Maybe they were as sick in the head as he was.
Maybe then he'd understand it all.
Oh how he'd treat you to the finest things if he could. Restrained by his own pride. What a useless thing he was told to upkeep. Would pride have saved him from countless beatings? Would pride have saved him from poison poured into his brain from his ears and tongue?
Would pride let him have you?
He should throw it all away really. Just ignore his own life and thoughts to be your toy. Its a fate befitting for him, something new, recycled.
Strip himself nude and prostrate himself for your amusement.
What foolish thoughts.
But it was befitting for him.
Maybe he could live at your feet. Rediscover ways to feel, teaching an old dog new tricks.
Maybe he should just be normal and treat you to a dinner date. It would he normal, maybe not to him but maybe to you.
Drink a couple wine glasses and eat, a compromise between him and you.
It sounds nice in theory but could he handle all that? Maybe for you he could.
Become nice and sweet for you, something better for you yet still his own person.
Fuck, you were changing him into a person.
He should smile back when you smile at him.
Nikto baring more than just scars. Something new. Something deep. Something stark against his grizzly ice cold visage.
Nikto with smile lines around his pretty almond eyes. Feline-like eyes all soft and relaxed when he looks at you, glacial blue irises swallowed up by the black of his pupils. It's when he goes back to work that Krueger notices the little creases indented around his shadowy eyes. stern. Cold. But still weeping with the marks of something soft and warm.
Nikto with a big slavic nose. It's so often covered with his mask, and he's always gently nudging you with it. It's beautiful- no matter how many times he rejects the compliment. The happy grumble that leaves his throat when your lips grace against it. It's no longer muffled and trapped against thick taut fabric- a striking feature hidden from sight. Now it hides in your hair. Your neck, the scent of your skin and sweet shampoo replacing the dirty fabric that smells of cold and grit.
Nikto's lips are torn and scarred, and yet they're so warm. Warmed by the tea he drinks with you, warmed by your soft lips gracing his. You let him kiss you. You let him. Your pretty mouth, so good- too good for what he feels he can offer.
He becomes something more than just a hideous snarl, a gnarling dog's bite. Baring his teeth to preserve what's left of his dampened soul, what's left of his tattered body. A corpse aching for more than just coarse dirt.
Your name seldom leaves his gnarling teeth. It's hidden between the seal of grit teeth and firm tongue- it's not meant for anyone else. You gave it to him. Your name exchanging between mouths. between teeth. You gave it to him so sweetly- so easily. As easy as breathing. How could he not give his back for such a gift? He has to protect it. From both comrades and enemies alike. They couldn't appreciate it like him. Not utter it like a prayer, filling his lungs with air and purpose.
Nikto who turns his nose up whenever someone remarks about the little subtle changes about him. Who needs to know? They don't need to know. He's not sweetened. Don't be ridiculous.
Lying has never been his strongest skill. But he can stay silent. He's good at that.
He can keep this secret. His secret.
we just gotta get through this week 🙏😔
i just gotta get through this week
Hoarder Nikto or Minimalist König?
both!
thinking..thinking.. thought thunk!
minimalist!konig.. mmmh, könig sees no use for worthless things, he keeps what he needs close and that’s all that matters, it’s what’s worked for the past 30 odd years—why would he change his ways? he’s a simple man, with simple ways. a simple life, kill, eat, sleep, repeat. he doesn’t see an issue with the limited belongings in his house, a tv & sofa in his livingroom, a bed and wardrobe in his bedroom.
it’s like something out of a jail, and when he brings you over for the first time— you have to double check you’re inside a house, looking up at könig as he made you some soup in the kitchen, ginger hair tied up in a messy bun.
‘you don’t decorate?’
‘ nein. i do decorate.’
‘..where? the fucking titanic?’
when u move in, safe to say you add your own sparkle and spice to his once-blank house, although, he’s not pleased.
~
hoarder!nikto… oh, god. this man doesn’t know when to let go, he’s afraid of losing, afraid of letting go despite his adaptation to loss—and that affects his day to day life, he has thousands of letters stuffed in his drawers, receipts tucked into the folds of his wallet, old trinkets rammed into closets and cluttered atop hall-tables, poor sputnik has to jump over a few things sometimes.
it’s not disgusting, he’s not a pig—but it’s not healthy. you come over to his house, lips tangled together as you stumbled through the door, almost tripping over the large collection of boxes that gathered in his doorway, spending the rest of the evening attempting to convince him to rid of items, instead of fucking.
‘what about this, it’s a fucking wooden mouse.’
‘that is rat. kitty likes it.’
‘kto-to can live without a wooden fucking rat, nikto.’
‘we cannot.’
he’ll never change, but all you can do is slowly sell things and hope he never realises, or give them to charity.
‘why the fuck our many clocks gone?’
