Nikto Is Chopping Wood When It Hits You. You're Watching From Your Back Porch Door, A Porcelain Mug Of

he drives scarily, and he is listening to muslim radio wave while doing it

damn this taxi driver is scary

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)

little progress on the kn redraw but progress nonetheless

slowly but… im drawing

crying ue ue ue ue ue 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

bro i wish i had a nikto who could help me brush my hair

lord this year give me a nikto please, someone who matches my freak. i am fine being single but it's getting lonely honestly.

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?’

What is Lexapro?

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

i will order a custom plush and it is going to be nikto...... i will keep you guys updated

and exam season is approaching again, i might not be able to draw anything for a while 😭

sorry for posting so much about my life haha, none of my irls should know what is going on