1 Month Difference, References Are My Saviors (T__T)

my hands wouldn't let me :(

i want to draw boobs and teeth

Angst comfort with jealous Nikto? Maybe some comforting Nikto?

friends to something ambiguous guys! friends to something ambiguous and a little heartwrenching! i love friends to will-they-won't-they! anyway sorry if this is kinda odd?? ivebeen in sick and fever dreamy the past couple of days I've worked on this

there's a new man on your squad. the upper brass transferred him from a different squad, citing an influx of inappropriate anger toward certain people.

and the moment he shows up, nikto doesn't like him. there's something about his dark, leering eyes that makes even his skin crawl. but what seals the deal for him is that he immediately goes to talk to you.

he's all over you, every day. he'll squeeze between you and nikto with his trey in the mess hall, pushing nikto out. the man visits you before lights out, stripping you of the little time you have to relax. but worst of all, you don't seem to mind.

nikto knows that this man isn't good news, but he can't point fingers without a good reason. that'd only alienate you further. he stays up for days, digging and digging, only to come out completely empty-handed. god, he must be good at covering up his tracks… or, maybe he just doesn't have anything wrong with him.

this whole ordeal pisses him off. he can't stop thinking about your cheeks warming when you talk to your new friend, and of you dolling yourself up before you see him. oh, nikto just wants to claw his own eyes out!

maybe nikto is just jealous… ah, no. he couldn't be. he doesn't get jealous.

two weeks into your newfound friendship, it dawns on you that nikto isn't hanging around as often as he used to. it's only ever the new guy and you, and if you manage to catch nikto around base, he's brooding and disinterested. you tire of this. you miss your friend-- you miss nikto. what happened to cleaning rifles together and dozing off in eachothers' quarters? you won't stand for this any longer.

it's late at night when you confront him. your spare key still fits into his lock, and you still have to lift the door to open it. he's sitting straight up in bed with wild eyes watching you. he never looks at you like that. nikto always knows when it's you, doesn't he?

you shut the door behind you with a soft click, taking care not to stir anybody nearby. your footfalls are light against the cold, hard floor, and they stop once they reach the side of his bed. he hasn't reached for a firearm or blade of any sort. maybe he isn't as mad as you believed.

you move to sit on the edge of the mattress. what should you say? you had a faint outline for what you planned on confronting him about, but the moment you walked in and saw those wide eyes of his, none of it seemed all that important.

your head turns to look at him. his face is hardly visible under the cover of the dark, but every little shuddering breath gets his point across. he's upset, deeply so, but he can't just say that. he can't just… talk to you. it's never that easy, not for him.

but, you've come to understand him; you know when nikto is upset. and this time, you know why he's upset too.

"…i'm sorry. you need a friend, don't you? i haven't been one," you whisper.

you want to hold him tight and tell him just how sorry you are, but he'd never let you hear the end of it if you did. you know by now that he doesn't like being touched very often.

something brushes against your fingers. they curl as a twitch rolls through your knuckles, but it persists.

it's his hand, his fingers. his scuffed palm moves to lay over the back of your hand, and his nails lightly itch your wrist.

maybe this is still salvageable. jealousy may not be the end of this.

i love when people draw anya with eyebags

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 👍

Nikto 😈

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the producer hasn't confirmed my order, will we make it out of this? 🔥🔥🗣️🗣️

we printing old art in this hard time

my johnny cage itabag

Haven’t posted in so long. So I bless you with this then disappear again 👴

epic!!! would nikto like cheese plate? maybe cold cut plate with meat???

take a good nap brooo!!! i'm doing alright, therapy today and no meds change :3

hello! do you like cheese?

i bought a 200g block of gouda yesterday and ate it with some haribo worms and it felt like my own little cheese plate with dried fruits and all that :3

hope you are doing well 🍀

I LOVE CHEESEE PLATE THAT SHIT UP ON A CERAMIC AND IM EATING IT LIKE IT'S A CAVIAR BOWL TO GOOO I'M DOING SLEEPY HOW ARE YOU HANDSOME

Nikto who likes to just...switch positions sometimes. A simple tap to get your attention, sometimes he just doesn't want to break the quiet. So you'll tilt your head at him, peacefully laying on your stomach and beginning to crawl up. Hovering over you.

He's not going to force you to, but if you lower yourself to his stomach. Letting his thighs go around your chest and hum gently to him he'll run his scarred hands through your hair. Brushing strays from your face and patting it down so he can cup your face unobscured.

He's far too tall to bend down to kiss you without breaking his back so he shifts himself a little further down the bed. Legs wrapped around your waist and squeezing tightly when he presses his mask to your cheek. Up the tip of your nose, to your forehead before he retires his mind for the night. Resting his head right next to yours.