Bird Bread

oh.... to have someone who you can be unwell with 🥴

Nikto who wants to reach inside you to hold the version of yourself you keep safe from the world :( your truest self that he wants snuggled in his arms. He's greedy, ok? He may be your dog but he still has his carnal desires and that's to unearth every part of him. You've peeled all his layers back with ease, let him see you too.

the the eeper

do you think nikto sleeps with a pillow?

i will take a small nap

did you know i also have a graves phase, i also commissioned an art of him

blond people scares me for some reason

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?’

Man I love writing weird ass nikto. Idk Nikto who kisses you and licks the spot afterward, wanting nothing more than to smother you in a thin layer of his drool. Idk Nikto who feels so fucking bad whenever he wakes you up because he was talking to himself a little to loudly.

"Apologies lyubov', we were ah...discussing."

Nikto who forgets to be non-violent sometimes so he ends up being doting almost angryly. Ie kissing you and peppering your face repeatedly, harshly gripping your shoulders yet not enough to hurt while he mutters,

"Moy lyubov', mine, my only, mine, we love you." Between each peck because he's too lazy to commit to an open kiss.

Nikto who switches between hot and cold often, kissing you rapidly then running almost comedically back to what he was doing earlier. The pure panic and realization that he got distracted is so raw you can't even be mad at him, only ushering a small, "Don't trip darling!"

"I don't."

While he runs back to the garage. Trying to find that leak you were talking about a few moments prior. Nikto who comes back a few later, shirt somewhat soaked in water or sweat as he makes his way to the shower. A simple man he is, somewhat one tracked as he gives you a dazed glance in the middle of fulfilling his 'mission' to get clean. Not even recognizing you in his path.

The texture of his wet cloth against his skin always itching him the wrong way. He has been so sensitive around texture to the point that he had to order a new custom made couch to replace the one you bought, same looks, different material.

"Leak is fixed."

He tells you as if he just saw you, barely even clothed as he dries himself. Far too comfortable in your own house, only wearing his underwear as he walks over you, making his way back to said couch.

"Let us go watch a show, da?"

Ushering you to sit beside him through random hand movements. Crossing and tangling your legs over each other, one below one above and so on. Using the makeshift platform as a table for your snacks. Leaning back to what looks like an uncomfortable position before he uses your weight as leverage to crack his spine.

Nikto who falls asleep midway through because he has the most irregular sleeping schedule. Finding himself awake a few hours later as he untangles himself from you, placing you back to bed and slotting you right back in his arms. Snoring loudly, comfortable at skin against skin for once in his life, the texture reassuring instead of hostile.

What is Lexapro?

an antidepressant :( i remember gaining weight the last time i was on it, waaaa

happy thai new year everyone

｡⁠: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

ok maybe i was being dramatic, the elevators would have been fine

i think that was one more near death experience added to the collection (there was an earthquake and i was in an elevator)