I Fell Asleep

When asked if the process needed to be posted, I was told yes. So get it).

I don't know where I dug up this sudden burst of energy, perhaps my body decided to get one last fuck up before the imminent pre-graduation practicum.

waaghhhhh, cute!!!!!!! i could share my brushes! but they are procreate brushes, and maybe photoshop importable

he's looking at you, will you kiss his forehead?

Not only do I kiss him, I give him a bouquet of roses!

(I liked your marker brush so much I wanted to do something similar)

rational or irrational?

i will stop drinking milk, it has done numbers on my skin

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

Nikto can feel that something inside you is hurt. As a man torn by the devastation of violence, he can sense it. Seeks out the wound like a bloodhound, your precious self sinking in on itself like a retreating tide. Making yourself smaller and smaller, till your presence is no bigger than a little mouse.

It crushes him.

The thought of someone being anything other than gentle with you boils his blood. He gets angsty and tense, feels the need to gather you up into his arms as if to shield you from shrapnel. He's felt pain and humiliation, and to think someone as soft and sweet as you suffering anything resembling that kind of treatment? It frustrates him.

Nikto will be gentle with you. They will be gentle with you. Your precious heart, made of cherry jam and sugar- so sweet, he'll lick the remains off his scarred thick fingers. Scarred lips tracing over your closed eyelids, rough fingertips seeping into your sides.

He catches you gazing solemnly at yourself in the bathroom mirror- standing in your underwear, getting ready to hop into the shower. Your dear face fallen and solemn, your eyes empty and tearful. As if you were somewhere miles away- somewhere he couldn't reach. The thought upset him.

"our love". He grunts into your neck with a soft appraise. A soft kiss- bite- lick. Fingertips graze your waist, and he seizes you there- as if catching you from falling, catching you from recoiling away, catching you before you run. A soft muttered comehere is uttered against your temple as he coaxes you to step upon his booted feet, lifting you a little as you timidly coil into him like a shelter. You're so close now- his chin nudging attentively against your forehead.

Fingertips drag softly up your body, up and up, to cradle over your heart. You fluster, skin prickling with warmth, but sink into him like quicksand.

"you are precious. You know this, yes?".

You blink. Lashes filled with tears, and a soft indistinguishable noise bordering on a whimper leaves your throat. At that he holds you tight, swallowing you up in his arms as if to hold you together.

You're not even sure what your breaking point was. A bad day, the thoughts and memories piling up, quickly drowning you like quicksand. Sinking lower and lower till you feel swallowed in isolation. You loathed how words could stick to you like that- how they tore you apart, making you feel too delicate for this world. Too delicate to live.

Nikto cradles your hands like eggshells, thick arms and shoulders swallowing you up like a shelter. His body heat and scent smothering you like a weighted blanket.

He's not delicate, little one. Let him be what catches you when you fall, the one who soaks up your tears with the hem of his sleeves. Let him know you're not alone in this world. You have him. All of him.

you are right dear fish, pain is temporary, nikto is forever, i will hang on......

i just gotta get through this week

Well... I wanted to film a speedpoint for you, but in an attempt to solve the problem with the connection in the laptop, I resorted to drastic measures – returning to factory settings while saving personal files.

In order to be safe, all the most valuable items were prudently transferred to an external hard drive. Alas, technology does not always meet our expectations: the digital medium, like a traitor, made a fatal mistake. Despite the desperate attempts of resuscitation, it is not possible to return the data. Overnight, I lost all my works, even those that were not published. But the video intended for the speedpaint still survived. Of course, I don't intend to give up the idea of creating a new video, but I admit it will take me some time, studying is now the first priority. I understand that I rarely post work, but I'm in my final year of medical school, writing my diploma, going to work, and generally trying to make a living. Excuse me.

I'm sorry if what I wrote doesn't sound right, crooked, I'm not a native English speaker.

If you're interested, here's my telegram channel: [ link ]

i will stop drinking milk, it has done numbers on my skin

gw mo giginya Nikto pls beb

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i based them off of your headcanons, smaller lateral incisors, angled central incisors, missing canine. i think he had perfect teeth before the incident so i gave him all molars including nicely erupted wisdom teeth......

"Nikolai had shattered Yegerov's friend's skull with the wrench propped up against the wall nearby. The blood had spattered up his bare torso, matting his chest hair, stained the side of his face. Shirtless, with a buzzcut he hadn't worn since his time in the Russian Air Force, he looked every part the madman he had become."

From this fic by @on-a-lucky-tide

As you can see, the image staid with me.

Alternate versions ( No blood, Nik with hair, lineart) under "keep reading" ⬇️​⬇️​⬇️​