OH THE SIZE DIFFERENCE IN THAT DRAWING, NONE OF THESE THOUGHTS ARE IN 1940

Ode, this is a favorite Gromsco!

we going to the orthodox church today

I can't stop thinking about Nikto being a melodramatic bitch, you can't talk to this man for shit.

Like you're trying to plan a date:

"Hey baby are you free tomorrow?" You ask with your phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder, comparing packages of chicken for dinner. You know he eats a lot. "No man is free when he has to work for a living," Nikto tells you without a hint of hesitation, "but we are available."

or he cuts himself helping with dinner:

He holds his sliced finger up to the light, inspecting the wound while your eyes widen. He seems to sense you panic, probably with the way you're furiously googling "how to tell if you need stitches" and glances your way, setting the knife to the side. "The only pain we cannot suffer is being away from you." He assures you. "That's great baby," You tell him in a rush, already grabbing your keys, "wrap a towel around that and get in the car.

Or worse still running into one of your friends:

You'd sent Nikto to grab some beer from the cooler, while you chat with your work friend at the pharmacy counter. She's nice, you like her, definitely could see her becoming an outside of work friend. Until Nikto shows up with the six pack in hand. "Woah, he is big." She grins, Nikto grunts and glances towards the bustling pharmacy technicians. "I bet you don't get much sleep with this guy around," Your friend jokes, nudging you with a wink. You feel yourself warm, your cheeks pulling at your lips with an embarrassed smile. "We do not sleep," Nikto grumbles, "we only fall into darkness until the sun brings us back." You wince. You friend gives you a look with a strained smile.

You just want him to stop saying odd shit.

he was beaten and bruised. the vision still haunts me. he was so vulnerable and pliant.

i also had visions of og makarov last night

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.

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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?’

soon.....

what if i go to russia for real?

Study doodle

i fell eep

i am skipping meds tonight, i will be productive

the lord wouldn't let me draw anything good today... i guess i will just study

thank you dear fish, holding on tightly......

i just gotta get through this week