We Just Gotta Get Through This Week 🙏😔

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

ah!? it's like 6 months late but thank you for the pumpkin!!!! i will love and cherish them and make pie and maybe pumpkin kitkats out of them :3

mother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

this made my day ten thousand times better wagghhhhhh (not an exaggeration, day was like 0.03 percent good and now it's 300 percent good.) i will cradle tiny nikto in my arms and let him know that he's loved, maybe hand him a little note to deliver to you about how grateful i am for yours and little nikto's presence :3

He makes my brain happy when I feel like shit.

fighting for my life

my art is so inconsistent also gaining the courage to post bad art

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

i just gotta get through this week

｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡ so real mother, i am so eepy but there are so many things to be done

i keep lying to myself again and again about really finishing my tasks after a small nap at midnight

a good friend gifted me cod fanmade goodies straight from taobao for my birth anniversary, thank you good friend.

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.

Wrote this up with some help from @fishsinsareacknowledged , please check out their cod content it's so yummy!!!

Nikto who acts like a territorial and hypervigilent guard dog whenever a repairman/electrician is in the home. He doesn't like it. He can do it just fine, take care of your home. Ask for him- no need for a guy to come over. Nikto you can't fix wires for shit dear

He's constantly hovering- stoic and watching. Monitoring, he likes to call it. You think he's trying to set the poor repairman on fire with his stare. Stood in the doorway with his arms crossed firmly across his broad chest, icy feline eyes staring at him like the man was a juicy mouse.

Nikto who makes useful commentary orders towards the repair guy.

"Hurry".

"Hm. You are using the wrong tool, here, this is better".

"Do this- not like that".

Nikto who won't leave you alone in a room with the man. He's peering over his shoulder to keep an eye on you- paranoid about a stranger being in your safe space. He's not distrustful of you- far from it. He'd let you hold a razor to his throat and not feel an ounce of fear. It's this stranger he doesn't trust.

Afterwards he's sombre. Solemn. Paws at the nape of your neck with a warm palm, grumbling a deep gravely sigh- a sigh of relief now that this unfamiliar man and his unfamiliar smell is out of your home now.

"we were...Hostile. Very sorry llubov". He struggles to swallow his own words, but his eyes are sincere. You scratch at his chin playfully. He melts against your nails.

"guard dog".

"yes ma'am".