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To the two anons that sent me the Nikto asks: those are works in progress!!! Just putting this out there so neither of you think that I'm ignoring your asks <3,, i want to flesh out my response/hcs before i post !

pookie. do u want more nikto thoughts from my pink gummy.

YES!!!!! YES PLEASW

Holy fucking shit which one of you guys sent the best Nikto ask ever as an anon???,, When I FUCKING find you, I will kiss you so goddamn hard that all you will be tasting for days will be my lips because WOWWW I CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE HCS FOR THAT ASK!!! PLSPLSLS I LOVE HOW U ADDED UR OWN HC TO MY HC OF SOMEONE ELSE'S ASK NNFNGGHHH

"uncorrectly" I am going to commit violent and painful death by throwing myself into an incinerator

I swear to fucking god one of these days im going to go berserk

Why is it that when i proofread a fic there are NO TYPOS. NOTHING. EVERYTHING IS GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT.

BUt literally as SOON as I hit post all of the typos manifest, and when i reread my post theyre all THERE and SO OBVIOUS???

WHY. IT MAKES ME LOOK ILLITERATE 😭😭😭 SICK OF THIS FUCKING SHIT

I swear to fucking god one of these days im going to go berserk

Why is it that when i proofread a fic there are NO TYPOS. NOTHING. EVERYTHING IS GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT.

BUt literally as SOON as I hit post all of the typos manifest, and when i reread my post theyre all THERE and SO OBVIOUS???

WHY. IT MAKES ME LOOK ILLITERATE 😭😭😭 SICK OF THIS FUCKING SHIT

wait a minute. pookie. how do we think nikto would react to reader asking him to clasp her bra...

Omg!!! Never in my life did I type out ideas so FAST!!! 🏃🏼‍♀️💨

Fem! Reader Asking Nikto To Clasp Her Bra

Word Count: 1719

Implies friends to lovers with Nikto. Atrociously down bad Nikto for Reader <3. Themes not dissimilar to this fanfiction (only less intense lol 💀).

Reader is addressed as "You". No Y/N used.

*Russian Speakers, please forgive me for any linguistic inaccuracies. This is the first time I tried to write in Russian without relying on Google Translate 🥲... If there's any errors, please let me know! 🙏

❗SUGGESTIVE CONTENT BELOW THE CUT! ❗ (No sex, but allusions to it). Readers are warned for suggestive content. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

…Did you say what he thinks you've said, or was that the voices?

Did he imagine it? Was it a hallucination, maybe? Perhaps he's just a maladaptive daydreamer, and he hasn't realised…

His thoughts — or the words spoken by the voices, he's not sure — whisper in an uncharacteristically gentle tone:

Ммм... красотка. А... така красивая... рядом со мной...

They whisper to him about you. To him, for you. And to you. But those words don't leave his scarred lips, his throat hoarse and vocal cords damaged

Treasure. So beautiful. And with me, with me...

No. Not with you. He could never be with you. All he can do is content himself

“—Nikto?" You asked gently, eyebrows furrowed over your eyes, instantly dragging him from his trance. "Are you... okay? Did you hear me?"

Ah. There's that angelic little voice. How divine...

Wait. So it wasn't a hallucination? He didn't imagine you asking him to clasp your bra? Unless he heard incorrectly? Surely he heard incorrectly.

Staring at you with a blank expression under the mask, his response was less like a question, and more like a statement, if anything:

"You... want me to clasp your bra. Yes?"

"...Yes, please," you said, a sheepish, lopsided smile on your face, as you bashfully looked off to the side. "It, er... it came undone as we were cuddling. And uh... well. You know. I tried to be subtle and do it myself, but... it didn't really go that well, did it? So... put me out of my misery, please."

You were so very… casual. True, you were embarrassed, but you didn't display disgust at the prospect of being touched; rather, you were... expectant, as if it's what you wanted, and it made Nikto's heart soar at the possibility that his feelings could be reciprocated.

But he wasn't going to delude himself more than he was already.

You brought this up so offhandedly, as if this was some passing topic of conversation or an ordinary occurrence, and a normal favour to ask of someone. Someone normal. Who was be to be a fucking pervert?

When that fact registered, Nikto probably: a.) clenched his fists so tight that the remaining nails on his fingers pierce his skin and draw blood — all in a desperate attempt to see if this was indeed reality, and not a hallucination; b.), short-circuited and got into an intense unintentional staring competition with you, eyes vaguely red and unblinking for minutes, disbelieving, still and not moving as much as an inch; and/or c.), popped the hardest boner in his life that he almost lost consciousness, fainted, and fell from the bed to floor.

"I... why?"

A laugh almost escaped your throat — almost — but you swallowed it in time, realising that to laugh could have been making a mockery of Nikto.

"Ah... these clasps are so fiddly, you know? And... well..."

Awkwardly laughing, you explained: "...I couldn't reach. Not without drawing attention to myself, anyways. But it's really uncomfortable having to hold your bra while you try to be discreet when you clasp it, you know? And..."

Obviously, Nikto was not someone normal. Isn't.

This was extraordinary. A gift. Oh, what a blessing this was!

To look at you and bask in your presence is salvation in it of itself.

To be close to you, within arms' reach, his strength and size ensuring that in his wildest fantasies you'd be beneath him, with no chance of escaping, and in a position where all you can do is accept what he forces upon you.

Of course, he would never do that. The voices seduce him, urge him, order him to, but he doesn't listen. He won't touch you without permission, or without explicit consent.

Simply living has become worthwhile, as he can breathe the same air that left your precious lips. The pain, the agony, the aching, and the inexplicable grief, the, sorrow, the woe, the burden, and the mortal suffering — all meaningless and trivial if it means that you are with him.

So to touch you? And so intimately? Oh… боже…

Not only does it demonstrate that, despite the grotesque monster that he's been transformed into, the prospect of his hands on your body doesn't repulse you, but it proves how you trust him. You trust Nikto enough to touch you. To be vulnerable with him.

You consider him trustworthy enough to feel your bare back, and to trace his rough, callous, quivering fingertips over the delicate lace of your bra. You have decided that he's worthy of such a privilege.

Still, he wavered in his uncertainty. He'd rather be certain, than ruin things with you. His everything.

"...You are sure?"

Eyes crinkling in a small yet kind smile, you assured him, that: "Yes. I am sure. Please, just do it for me. I'd rather you do it."

He did not want to fuck this up. No fucking way. Ни хуя сибет.

You're friends. Good friends. As a matter of fact, you were his only friend.

But he was so fucking hard that he was almost nauseous — and that was before he has even touched you.

From his hazy recollection of his past and his continuing life which he occasionally unintentionally dissociated from, he can't ever recall being so turned on — half the time, his dick doesn't even function the way it should do.

But for you? You needn't ask; the effect which you have on him is evident. Simply through existing, you're his personal aphrodisiac.

A snort escaped Nikto’s broken, deformed nose at the sight of you shyly holding up your shirt tightly over your chest with one hand, and steadying your bra in the other — if it was up to him, he'd have hurled the offensive piece of clothing into some obscure corner of the room, and stripped you both naked, uncaring of his scars or of how his body looked, just to have you once, once.

But it was not up to him. And he wouldn't do something that rash. He wasn't about to scare you off when you were good... friends. Friends. Yes.

His fingertips touched the junction of your spine, tracing the subtle bumps of the vertebrae. His touch was so delicate, so tentative, that you could have almost mistaken it for a gust of wind.

You shivered involuntarily, goosebumps forming on your arms, and Nikto's breath hitches when you flinch slightly, your back arching a little.

“Блать… душа моя…”

He's trying to be good, trying not to cross any boundaries. You've already been so charitable, so selfless, to offer him this. If he wastes this, or ruins things between you two by making you uncomfortable to the point you won't be on speaking terms, he would rather kill himself.

Gently, with shaky, shaking fingers, he reaches for the clasp of your bra, which is lose, and attempts to clasp it for you.

His big, callous hands weren't made for handling such small, delicate things.

He's breathing heavily, his mask doing nothing to muffle the desperate puffs of air, his throat constricting and going dry. Your hair stands on the nape of your neck, and you shiver again — only, it's not from the cold.

He's gritting his teeth, pissed off by how fiddly this is, but he wouldn't ever voice this out loud — any intimacy and touch is better than none at all.

By some miracle, he does it. And he thought that was that.

To quell his temptations, he gently pulled the hem of your shirt down, fixing the material and making sure the midriff was exposed, and respectfully averted his gaze so you could fix your bra, denying himself the sight he'd cherish until he was blind and engrave the image in his brain.

That was that, he thought. It wasn't really what he thought, of course, since he silently hoped, yearned for more, but he would be thankful for any scraps of affection that he was allowed to give you.

Except...

"...You can touch me, you know," you murmured, averting your gaze as your cheeks heated up. “That… was the whole point.”

Suddenly, he couldn't speak English.

Or Russian.

Or articulate himself in any way, shape or form.

He's struck dumb. Dumbstruck. Dumbfounded. Bewildered.

Really? Really? You had wanted him to do it?

Before he had the time to process your declaration, your smaller hands took his and guided them onto your chest — not over your shirt, but under — letting him cop a feel of the skin he so desired to.

No... not letting him. Encouraging him. With a smile so impossibly sweet and effortlessly sexy at the same time that he had to bite his bottom lip until the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

He needed you so bad. So, so bad.

Both large bear-like paws clutching at your chest, he held your covered breasts as if they were the most precious objects in the world.

His. Eго.

Нет... не его...

Not his. Not ever. You were only taking pity on him, aware of how deprived he's been of physical intimacy, the boner always prominent when you're close. He's pathetic.

A silence enveloped you both, but it surprisingly wasn't an awkward one; rather, a pleasant, calming, and comfortable one.

Nikto's hands wandered absentmindedly across your torso, stroking your skin, gently groping the soft parts of you.

You moaned in content, closing your eyes as he massaged your flesh as if he's never seen women's boobs or a woman's cleavage before.

He had, in another life, but never yours. So this is different. Special.

His pupils were blown black with love, eyelids hooded with adoration and complete focus. Only you. And only you. Только ты.

He wouldn't... he told himself he wouldn't... he shouldn't go further... he couldn't do this to you. To himself.

What if he ruined your friendship? If he was without you and alone again, he would really kill himself after all.

He shouldn't...

He mustn't...

Really. Really. He ought to stop now before he loses himself.

Your eyes open, and you bless him with the privilege of watching you undress, the shirt slipping over your head and revealing your body to his starved, starving gaze.

It's too much...

…

…

…

...The bra came off not long after, along with all of your and Nikto's clothes.

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Nikto Headcanon coming tomorrow <3

Proofreading rn before I fall asleep, and I'll do so tomorrow (so I don't have another situation where I have APPROX. A DOZEN TYPOS😭😭😭)

To the person[s] reading this: have a nice night/good morning 💞

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── 18+! ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Nikto who has a lopsided cock because the bindings Zakhaev put him in made it mould uncomfortably. It's never fully erect anymore, and it doesn't exactly feel the same as it used to. He feels it through the moment, whether it be a passionate or aggressive night with you.

Nikto who has a missing testicle and suffers with hypospermia (the lack of sperm cells but not infertile). He didn't know if you would still want to suck him off, and he was quite nervous to show you. But everything seemed to change when you got on your knees to kiss his half erection and cup his one testicle.

Nikto who can't suck love marks into your skin because of his broken, misshapen and malnourished lips. While he would love to see your neck and shoulders covered in hickeys and nibbles, is biting such a bad option?

Nikto who absolutely adored your body, and he honestly would kill to see you in lingerie. The lacey fabric would make you look angelic, more so that you already look! Maybe a bright white or a suiting shade of deep green would look nice on you, but he doesn't know if you want to wear it and he won't force you,

Nikto who DEFINITELY has a breeding kink. It's the Russian part of him, he needs to have offspring to keep his name going. And when you're finally pregnant, growing a child just for him within your womb, he would still eat you tf out, even when you're just a bit too close to the finish line.

Nikto who loves degrading you when he's on top, but melts and fucking nuts when you praise him in any sort of way. He's damn near never gotten any validation during sex, but with you? No, he knows his cock is making you feel good.

Nikto who only lasts long when he's on top, forcing his misaligned cock into you with brutally paced thrusts. He'll be moving you into different positions every few minutes, needing to feel you in every possible way. Just... not when he's bottoming. He'll cum so quick that it almost always leads to you receiving some head.

Nikto who got fucking hard in his pants the first time he saw you naked. Like- damn. Why the hell did you have to be so damn gorgeous? How could he ever manage to catch someone as stunning as you? He worships you, mainly whenever it's an intimate setting.

Nikto who definitely gropes you a bit too hard. You have to forgive him, mалышка, you're just so pretty! Mainly your tits, whether you have or not. Pretty nipples hardening under the callouses of his hand, he just can't get enough!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── 18+! ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

@fishsinsareacknowledged @frogcereal29 @simp4konig @puracatt :)

Words can't describe how much I love this.

Honestly, you🩵 and @lizzy019💞 are two of the most talented Nikto writers, and it's reached a point where words aren't enough anymore to convey my adoration for your works. Every post — fanfic, drabble, headcanon and otherwise, no matter how short — is so well done and totally accurate to what I would imagine Nikto to be like that there's genuinely nothing else I can add without regurgitating the same statements.

Your characterization of Nikto as a whole is wonderful. His speech? Behaviour? Gestures? How his actions speak louder than words, and convey through them what sentences never could? How I as a reader feel wanted, despite it being a short scenario, and how I don't have it in me to refuse him, either, since it's nice to be wanted like that, is just... 🥹

Anyways. Only going to be reblogging w/o tags or comments. But just know that your work has been so wonderfully written that words couldn't convey how much I enjoyed it.

Nikto who just doesn't let you leave his home after a one night stand.

You had a general idea of how one night stands went; you get in, you fuck, you get out. It wasn't really something you did often but when your neighbor who, in all honesty, has had your interest for a while asks... It was hard to keep your mouth from saying 'hell fucking yes'. Prior to this your interactions consisted of little more than pleaantries but you knew, from other neighbor's accounts, that he was more talkative with you than anyone else. And now you knew why.

Your neighbor did not disappoint. Nikto fucked the senses right out of your skull. Your clothes crumpled and discarded along with your inhibitions. You'd be feeling him for days; between your legs, in your mouth, in every bruise left on your skin and random twitch in your thigh. It was one hell of a good time but you knew how these things ended. Knew that once the breathing died down and the adrenaline left your senses it was time to put your clothes back on and skedaddle.

However Nikto finds every excuse for you to stay;

You shift to leave the bed but his arm casually wraps around you, pulling you back against him. You look back at him confused but his eyes are already closed and he only says one word. "Sleep."

The next morning you go to put on your clothes only to find they're nowhere in the room. Instead one of his shirts was left on the side of the bed you slept on. You tug it on and when you find him, he's doing laundry. "Hospitality. I clean them for you." He grunts. And so you end up chatting with him in the laundry room, helping out by seperating the clothes.

When that's all done you make one last trip to his room to double check you've left nothing behind. You announce your departure but Nikto stops you from in the kitchen, declaring he's already made breakfast for two. "Don't waste food." He says putting a plate in your hands. To his credit; it was a good hearty breakfast.

Another attempt to leave? He's rented a movie you mentioned, it has to be watched within 24 hours. "You wanted to see this, da. Come, we watch now?"

And another? "You've been wanting to learn how to bake, da? Let me teach you this recipe."

Another one? You can't leave without letting him show you one of his collections

Another? How about another movie?

And the final attempt? "It's too late to be out, better to just spend the night here." He says as if your home wasn't a hop, skip and a jump away from his.

You caught on, of course, but you don't really mind. It's been a while since you've felt wanted and the flattery had you beaming inside. You probably should be alarmed but he hasn't used any force, no intimidation, just a socially inept man trying to convince his pretty little neighbor to move in in the most roundabout way possible.

also do u think eating someone's ashes counts as cannibalism

Technically, consuming someone's ashes is cannibalism (or, at least, in my opinion, it is):

Sure, you aren't cutting up someone and consuming them with a knife and fork or freezing their body parts to preserve them for the coming months like a typical cannibal, but you can't deny that you are still consuming a human being's remains — intact, or cremated.

You could say that they were just... severely... "overcooked"... Kind of like how you can do that with regular meat if you're clumsy enough to leave chicken or other in the oven for too long. 🐔

Yet, just because the state of matter is different, it doesn't change the fact that it was a person, even if their physical state has changed drastically and they are no longer human but ash in a vase collecting dust.

...Very macabre (as if cannibalism wasn't already 💀💀💀 miss what the fuck????!! @?@?? Anyways keep these coming ill answer any one <3).

Makes me you wonder: if you would go about it by the spoonfuls, what body part[s] would you be eating? Their eyeballs? Face? Leg? Arm? Hand? Maybe in that spoonful it was their left hand mixed with their bicep. Or a foot with their ear which was once pierced. Or a finger on which a ring was worn. You wouldn't ever be able to differentiate. You'd have to use your imagination.

Still, you'd be eating their eyes, tongue, teeth, hair, skin, nails, and bone, in addition to their flesh and muscle.

I remember a woman on TLC eating the ashes of her late husband — that, to her, it tasted like pepper and mouldy eggs. What if each human being's ashes taste slightly different? What if its less bitter for someone, and more sweet? What if instead of eating it by the spoonfuls raw like her, you mixed it with porridge? In a soup? Used it as a substitute for icing sugar in a cake?

What a great topic to conclude my Friday evening omg,, LMAOOO💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 I never really considered this before, but this was a creative ask ! Anywyas blink twice if you need help pooks 🆘

HELP I DIDNT THINK ANYBODY WOULD COMMENT ON THIS/REBLOG IT 😭😭😭😭😭 YEAH ITS PUBLIC N ALL BUT I WOULDVE THOUGHT PEOPLE WOULD JUST GLOSS OVER IT OMG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

To answer your question, though? No, pooks 😍 i dont have it in me anymore to be ashamed 😘

ALSO DOOM IS LEGENDARY!!! DOOM 2016 AND DOOM ETERNAL ARE TWO OF MY FAVOURITE GAMES!!! You are a big beefy stoic silent man who kills demons with cool guns. That is it. That is the entire plot 💀

But it's JDJSJSKSKDJDITS SO COOL BC YOU HAVESO MANY WAYS OF KILLING THE DMEONS!!! ONE OF THE GUNS IS LITERALLY NICKNAMRD "BIG FUCKING GUN" (BFG) LMAOOOODKFJF AND THE DOUBLE BARREL SHOTGUN IN ETERNAL WHICH HAS A MEATHOOK THAT YOU CAN SHOOT INTO DISTANT ENEMIES AND ZIPLINE YOURSELF FORWARD AS THE ZIPLINE IS ON FIRE!!! AHAHSDHDHHDJGKG literally it's just: "Those are demons. Here's a gun. Here's several more guns. Now kill them all. *heavy metal plays*"

2016 has more of a horror/claustrophobic element to it — Eternal less so, and is similar to an arcade, but introduces new mechanics (one of them involving a skin that has the Doom Slayer half-naked in some badass armour in cutscenes. Sexy SEXY man!!!) and has more "modern" mechanics in terms of a shooter. Eternal also has the superior soundtrack.

Also saw your ask i am gonna writr hcs for it ASAP❗❗❗

THISBIS TOTSLLY OFF TOPIC

Literally has NOTHING NG TO DO WITH MT ACCOUTN so sorry guys 🫡🫡

BUT IM SO FUCKING HYPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERES,,

,, THERES A NEW FUCKING DOOM GAME COMING OUT 😳😳😳😳🤯🤯🤯🤯😳😳🤯😳🤯😳🤯😳😳😳

THIS IS THE CLOSEST EXPERIENCE ILL EVER GET TO AN ORGASM 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘🥰😘🥰😘🥰🥰😘😍😍😍😘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

MY PANTIES ARE SOAKED ❗SODDEN❗❗❗DRENCHED❗❗❗❗❗SEEPING❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗ HELP ME THERES WHITE STUFF SQUIRTING EVERYWHERE 😨😨😰😰😰😨😨😨😨😨

HOLT SHIT 😨😨😨

HOLY SHIT 😰😰😰😰😰😰

HOLY FUCKING SHIT,😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

GUYS!!!!!!!

THERES A NEW DOOM GAME COMING OJT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS IM SO FUCKING HYPED

I NEED THIS GAME AND I NEED!!! ***IT!!!*** ****RIGHT!!!**** *****NOW!!!!! *****

TAKE ALL MY MONEY BETHESDA I LITERALLY DONT GIVE A FUCK IF I GO BANKRUPT AT LAUJCH I *****NEED***** THIS GAME

TYANK YOU SO MUCH OMG <33,, THE TIME STAMP IS SO HELPFUL TOO THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!

ITS TOO LSTE 4 ME TO LISTEN TO THE SONG EN BUT I CANT WAIT FOR TMR SO I CAN LISTEN TO IT ON REPEAT!!!!

Guys PLEASE does anyone know the name of the song from THIS editvvvv????????????!!!!

Been looking in the "Krueger" tags on TikTok to find the original video but I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭😭 (it wasn't me who downloaded the video — my friend sent it to me </3)

PLEASE SHAZAM HAS DONE *NOTHING* BC THE CLIP IS TOO SHORT N THIS IS SO GOOD 😭😭😭

Guys PLEASE does anyone know the name of the song from THIS editvvvv????????????!!!!

Been looking in the "Krueger" tags on TikTok to find the original video but I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭😭 (it wasn't me who downloaded the video — my friend sent it to me </3)

PLEASE SHAZAM HAS DONE *NOTHING* BC THE CLIP IS TOO SHORT N THIS IS SO GOOD 😭😭😭

hmmmm “wakes up with amnesia” trope but instead it’s Ghost that wakes up after you found him half dead in a ditch somewhere and thinks that you must be his if you were out looking for him. even convinces himself that he can almost remember the first time he ever saw you. won’t hear of it when you try to tell him that the two of you have never even met before.

More hc's on nikto?

Yes ! any time :)c Nikto:

i think he still has his sense of humor (dark. its always been a dark sense of humor) but his ability to tell a joke has sort of plummeted bc of his rather flat affect. he does still try but hes often just taken serious which leads to uncomfortable situations (for others. he does not pay it much attention bc He thought it was funny)

in old man fashion he keeps every tab on his phone open he does not ever think to close them and assumes they close on their own. he also really misses flip phones he thinks smart phones have too much going on.

actually a prolific photographer w his phone camera, though. it helps him remember things bc his actual memory is so fuzzy and spotty. he also has many, many alarms set to remind him to do things. on silent. sometimes he misses them

he also uses his phone to keep up to date on his family even though he has no desire to contact them. to him, the man they knew truly Did die and to come to them as some sort of zombie would be worse. but he still likes to see how they are doing by checking non-private facebooks

very sensitive to repeating/droning sounds and also water dripping. reminds him of when he was held captive which makes him anxious. he Will unplug anything that is bothering him at a moment's notice

he really likes the cold still. keeps him awake, enjoys the nice and crisp air. if he wasn't suffering from The Horrors he'd be comfortable going around shirtless

Ugh 🖤

I can’t stop?!

Omfg

I love this so fucking much oh my Fucking GOD

LITERALLY THEIR DYNAMIC!!!!!!!!!

LOVE THIS SO FUCJING MUCH AAAHAHDHJFJGJGKKKKJJFJnqn @!1!!!!!#

Go get him Krueger!!! No one else wants him!!! You have no competition!!! We're rooting for you, even!!!!!

Ah, yes. Krueger is a professional when it comes to dating those physically repulsive sexy Russian men! You can trust his approach

YESSS SSSIR!!!!! 😊😊🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️💋❤️💋💋❤️

👀 Sir?

STOP BC HES GIVING ME THIS:

INTIMIDATING ASS MAN IN THE FRILLIEST, PRETTIEST PINK DRESS EVER

(never read a batman comic n never will but TELL me this is NOT iconic???)

OP I LOVE YOU FOR THIS 💞💞💞💞💞

he's my little meow meow :3

-smooches-

Have a good day

THANK YOU !!!!! YOU TOO OMG 🫣

That zombie au thing .... Ghost and reader , made me shake and cry a while ocean YOU NAILED THAT AND DESTROYED ME TOO GOOD JOB YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AND PAINFUL SO PAINFUL AND IT MADE ME CRY ALOT KM STILL CRYING IT HAS BEEN FOUR HOURS I SWEAAARR

I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH 😭😭😭💖💖💖✨✨✨

IM SO GLAD THAT IT HAD THAT IMPACT ON YOU !!! IM OVERJOYED THAT ITS MADE YOU FEEL THINGS AND THIS IS SUCU A BIG COMPLIMENT AAAHHDHDJJF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE KIND ASK IT'S MADE MY ENTIRE WEEK THAT MUCH BETTER 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶💞💞💞💞💞

Completely unrelated to my acc n whatever but im NOT looking forward to Miller dying in Metro Exodus ☹️☹️☹️

His wish for his daughter to be in a safe, stable, and secure living situation, to be a grandfather, to embrace Artyom as his son-in-law... all of that goes to fucking SHIT bc that fucker had to die 🤬🤬😡 CUNT!!! 😡😡😡😡😡

Why does he gotta die heroically and selflessly 😡 like 😠😠 no 😟😟😟 Miller 😢😢😢😢 rising his life in a place with radiation 8× higher than Moscow just to find medicine for his dying daughter 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

The only silver lining is that I saved the rest of the gang... 🥲