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I can imagine Nikto having a full blown gopnik phase as a teen that he’s now embarrassed about. Obviously he kept all the adidas clothes since it can’t go to waste, totally doesn’t still love it ://

Ohhhhh! While I see the vision, I personally think that Nikto was pretty mainstream in his youth. Just trying to blend in while the aware parts of his system tried to cover up his DID. Krueger on the other hand…? Austrias #1 gopnik :D oh, he loved the culture, the guys, the language… he had a troubled youth, first hanging with a group of neo nazis (which is a story I kind of started to tell in “If rain is what you want”) and a handful of years later, with the older Russian guys from the techno scene… (I know. One hell of a thing.)

Krueger lived a nomadic lifestyle so his clothing got lost somewhere along the way. A jacket in some squatters house, a pair of shoes in a lover’s flat… piece by piece they went missing and the last of it had to be left behind when he ran from the KSK. I think he sometimes misses it and wishes he still had it though… there must be some pair of shoes he misses. Perfectly moulded to fit his feet, perfect for dancing the whole night just to run from the cops when an illegal party was crashed by them. They carried the traces of his youth and now, they are stashed away in some age old evidence box, covering dust. Maybe, one day, he will get Hans to get it for him. Maybe he will buy a used pair off ebay.

Maybe, this is just a part of his life, a surreal innocence of flashing lights, widened pupils and gnawing teeth in polaroids that he will never get back…

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*The mailman is busy sorting out the mail and just gives a wave to susan.*

*the one guy in town who doesn't have a negative feeling about susan.*

(Heads up. He finds her insults funny because in his own words 'ah just like when I was alive. You're funny.')

Susan squints at the mailman, her lips curling into a sour expression as she grumbles under her breath, though her voice still manages to reach him.

"Yeah, yeah, wave all ya want, but don't expect me to thank ya for it. Just hope you ain't bringin' any of those ridiculous coupons again. I've got no use for ‘em. If I wanted to buy a dozen cans of tomato soup, I would've asked!"

She shakes her head and mutters to herself as she shuffles away, though it’s clear that the wave didn’t entirely bother her—only her usual stubbornness would prevent her from admitting it.

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Judging people and calling them fagg*ts while being the only gay couple in the squad because those pussies don’t do coke due to “the associated health risks”.

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International Kissing Day! 💗with 💀🌹 GhostJade 💀🌹

Been a long time since I drew this two lovebirds~ Hope you love it!

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Nikto and Krueger portraits.

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reminder!! this blog is 18+ (mdni, no ageless blogs)

not fun when you’re inspecting your latest follower and they’re one of the above

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Redraw

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I was reading your Ghost fic with reader being the darling’s friend. Do you have any ideas on how a SFW interaction between them all would go?

I can totally think about some things here!

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❥ You all play cards together! Honestly, there's not sooo much to do after Ghosts gets back to his barracks in the evening. He most likely picked up a deck of cards somewhere and is now teaching both his darling and you how to play different kinds of games, even investing in a newer set once it shows that you both are interested in playing. Board games would be nice, but he doesn't want to risk anything if one of them gives you two ideas. But cards are simple and have many fun ways. Still, if someone on the team happens to have a game lying around, Ghost is sure to borrow it from them so he can entertain you two differently on some nights. Ghost usually is more interested in winning against his darling or occupied with getting closer to them, so you sneak a few wins every now and then, even!

❥ Knowing that it will make his darling happy, he actually gives you some freedoms that they don't have. If you offer to make dinner, Ghost will gather the necessary ingredients and escort you to the kitchen so you can prepare the meal. Sometimes, his darling must come along, but there are also times when he lets them sleep (especially after punishment) and goes only with you. Usually, he uses the time to do some deskwork or clean his guns, which is slightly menacing. But Ghost appreciates it when you talk about your day and tell him what his darling was up to while he was away. He doesn't say much, only replying in one-word sentences. But it feels almost like you two are connecting a little. And if his darling is there, too, he watches both of you enjoy the "normalcy" of being able to cook or bake something and be outside for a while. Even if it is under his strict rules and observation, it's the most valuable time you three have.

❥ Obviously, he has to provide for you as well. It's unideal, but you find yourself more often than not seated next to him on the bed, your best friend on the other side of him while the three of you browse the available sites to buy clothes and other necessities. Strangely enough, while your best friend acts up and Ghost feels like he needs to put them in their place, he usually just gives you the pad he was using and lets you order the rest. Caught you trying to ask for help in the notes section a few times, which wasn't pretty, but he never bats an eye if you add a new book or a new pair of undies while he isn't looking and always buys it for you. You also had "the honor" of teaching him a thing or two about his phone or notebook, showing him how to do certain things, and looking up what he wants to know when he gets stuck. He's not completely lost with technology and learns quickly. Still, he lets both of you show him things now and then, perhaps enjoying the attention. He also rotates between all three of you, with each of you getting to pick out the movie for movie night.

❥ On very rare, rewarding occasions, Ghost takes you two outside to have a drink. There are very strict rules regarding how you two will behave (no acting up or talking to strangers, no speaking loudly or arousing suspicion, don't order your drinks yourself, and your best friend needs to sit quietly next to him without complaining). It's a bit awkward, being led into the pub, not even looking at the waiter while Ghost orders you what you told him you wanted before the three of you even left, drinking in silence, and leaving again. But it's different, and you get to people-watch a little, even though you know Ghost is right there should you try anything. Sometimes, you three even discuss recent events being shown on the TV in the corner or make silly jokes and laugh. You keep it mild so as not to bend the rules too much, but it's still nice to get out occasionally and be rewarded for being trustworthy.

❥ When one of you gets badly hurt or sick, beyond what Ghost thinks he can handle himself, all of you go to a doctor to get checked up. It's not the most pleasant thing you three can do, but this way, Ghost can make sure no one does something stupid while being left alone and also do some routine health checks while getting the one with the problems healed. Sure, he could leave the healthy one of you behind, but it's an opportunity that should not be wasted. You two are like very expensive pets, after all, and barely able to survive on your own. You, specifically, have the privacy to get checked out behind a curtain, too. But you can see Ghost standing next to the fabric, waiting to intervene if you speak up unnecessarily. Your friend isn't so lucky, but you both take it in stride. If you behave well, you sometimes get Ghost's candy after the visit, as he divides it equally between you two, always remembering who got it on the last visit.

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His Insecurities

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Nikto Headcanons

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Nikto has always had insecurities, everyone has for Pete's sake, don't act like you've never felt bad about yourself before

Nikto always wore the mask, did matter where he was, the store, outside trying to enjoy the weather, even home, he wore the mask 24/7.

Nikto sat on the porch with an unlit cigarette between his fingers not knowing if he wants one at that moment or not

"Andre?" He hears the soft voice of his fiancé, Y/n. She must've gotten out of bed, rubbing her tired eyes and saw her fiancé sitting on the porch steps.

"Why are you out here?" She asked, sitting next to him, wrapping the blanket that was also around her shoulders, around his to keep him warm too.

"Thinking," he says. Nikto was always quiet so a word at a time was sometimes a shocker. "I thought smoking was going to help, but I don't even want this anymore," he opens the packet and sticks the one he pulled out back in.

"Andre? Why are thinking? What are you thinking about?" She asked, looking at him concerned. She was also getting rightfully worried about him too

"...Do you just ever...wanna leave me, sometimes?" He asked, out of the blue, it hurt Y/n that he thought she would want to leave him.

"Nikto, why would you think that?" Using his codename instead of his first name made his heart drop a bit.

"Because...I..." It was hard for him to say even though he know exactly what he wants to say. "Because...I look like a...monster? A freak."

"Andre." He heard the heart in Y/n break. "You are not a monster nor a freak," she takes his face in her hands and makes him turn to look at her. "Do you understand?"

"I-I do."

"But I don't understand why you would think that? Did something happen at the base that made you think that?"

"No...I just...have a feeling you don't want to be around me anymore."

"Why would you think that?" She repeats.

"..."

"Do you think I don't wanna be around you because of your scars?" He slowly nods as he looks away from Y/n.

"Andre, I would never just...up and leave you because of your scars, you know how dumb that would be? Me, leaving you, because you have scars. I have scars-"

"From your cat-"

"So? They're still scars, will you leave me because of my cat scratches?"

"No-"

"Then I would never, ever," she holds his face again. "Leave you just because you have scars all over your body, I will never, ever leave you just because you feel insecure about something. That's why we're here...to be a team, you and I...That's why you purposed, because you knew I didn't care what you look like. You have a heart of gold, Andrea...that's why I love you," she placed her hand on his chest. She could feel the beating under her palm.

"I-I love you too." He says. Y/n could his eyes smiling which met he was smiling under his mask.

Nikto with a bit a hesitant in his movements, placed his hands under his mask, taking a deep breath and lifting it up. This was Y/n's only second time in a long time ever seeing Andrea's face.

The first time she saw it was only in their dark bedroom and the moon lighting up their bedroom, she could barely see his face but she didn't need to know she still loved him.

This time the soft glow of a yellow light cast down on them both and she got a perfect view of Andrea's face. She smiles and cups his face, she rested her forehead against his.

"Still so handsome," she says. He leans forward placing a kiss on her lips, and quickly pulled away. "Shall we go back in?"

"In a bit...I wanna stay out here...look at the stars for a bit," he looks up and so does Y/n. She moves impossibly closer to Andrea and rested her head on his shoulder as they looked up at the sky.

Over some time, Y/n had fallen asleep on Andrea's shoulder, he picked her up and took her back to their shared bedroom, laying oh so gently on the bed they shared.

Pulling the covers up to her shoulders, he sits on the edge and moves her hair from her face.

"How did I get lucky?" He mumbles. "Good night," he kissed her temple and got up to go to his side of the bed.

He pulled out his packet of cigarettes and placed them on his nightstand, looking at the packaging but then putting it in the drawer.

He won't need those for a long time

He laid on his back all night long, looking up at the ceiling, watching the street lamps go dark every few seconds because of a car passing by, he didn't know if he wanted to sleep after his conversation with Y/n.

Speaking of, she had rolled over to be facing Andrea now. Her hand going to his chest and giving him a bit of a soft rub before stopping, her other hand resting under her head.

"No matter what happens...I'm glad it was with you," he mumbles again before placing a kiss to her forehead.

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Yuki throwing a tantrum on your dash

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Territorial (Krueger/Nikto)

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can totally 💯 see Nikto doing something like this! He’s just so mentally, emotionally shattered and unhinged beyond repair!

[cough] i need this to hurt. feel free to ignore babes, but knowing nikto, and his random mood swings causing him to black out in fits of intense rage, numbness, what have you,

what would happen if he accidentally killed his pet?

and what if, he’d just started feeling like he was regaining some semblance of humanity back, however modicum, over the months of reader slowly adapting into this new life of being nikto’s and establishing this really fucked up routine

it was almost quaint in some odd way,

suddenly the house, or apartment they were living in is all quiet, he’s left maybe with the lingering scent of her sweet perfume, now entangled, or tainted rather, with the heavy stench of something metallic

he snaps out of whatever trance he was in and looks down

Looking down at your dead body in his hands, Nikto felt nothing.

Today had been good. Nothing special, but nothing like the days he spent before you. You had pressed a kiss against his cheek, whispered 'I love you' in both english and russian, and had fallen asleep in his arms. You had finally been able to accept him, love him, the way he had wanted.

You had done everything right. Everything he had ever wanted from you. You had played by his rules. Given him unflinching affection, talked him through his mood swings, hid yourself away when he had been a danger.

But it didn't matter.

You couldn't beat a monster like him with logic. And believing that somehow love alone would save him was a fallacy. As much as you conformed, there was no saving him. And there was no saving you, either.

One minute was all it took. Nikto hadn't even been conscious for most of it. It was all a blur as he woke up from some dream or other. He didn't know what it was about, nor where he was when he woke up. Resting in the space between conscious and unconscious, he felt like he was being held underwater, suspended midair, no way to break the surface, drowning beneath waves that would not subside.

You had woken up with him. Tried to say something, break him out of the episode like he had instructed you to. But he couldn't hear you. He couldn't hear anything. He couldn't feel anything. He couldn't hear you screaming for him to let go, he couldn't your pulse weakening against his fingertips, nothing. Just as he was, he became again.

никто.

He stared at your body for a long while. Your throat crushed in his hands, the popped blood vessels beneath the skin, the discoloring as you slowly turned cold.

By the time Nikto had come to, you were already beginning to decompose. He killed hundreds, if not thousands, in his line of work. But he had never stuck around long enough to watch his victims decompose. They had never been worth it; they were nothing more than lowly animals.

But you? You were his питомица. A soft spot he never should have had.

You had served your purpose. Comforting him, standing by his side, loving him as if he somehow deserved it. But now the illusion had shattered.

It was a nice life while it lasted. A glimpse of normalcy, of what could have been.

It was such a shame it had to end like this.

Nikto kept your body for a while after he had killed you. Krueger had some expertise with embalming, and luckily nobody at the store had the guts to ask a masked man why he was buying tubs of honey, boxes of salt, and a mountain of candles.

He didn't mind coming home to the stench of rot, he didn't mind cleaning your decaying flesh off the carpet as it fell from your bones. He cradled you just the same as he had when you were alive, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms a final time.

Sometimes, he swears you still talk to him. Telling him you're happy having died. That it was beautiful where you were. That you couldn't wait for him to join you. Those nights, he comes so close to doing that exact thing.

But he always stops himself short.

Because, wherever you ended up in your afterlife, he would not follow. Your soul was too good for his, and he didn't have one to begin with. He would never be reunited with you, even if there was a life beyond this one.

So, he stayed. Basking in the memory of your touch, gathering your sketchbook, all the little trinkets he had given you, and flipping through them night after night. The voices in his head listened to him for once. Agreeing with him, that you were there. That you had never left him.

Even in death, he would never let you leave. Call it an unhealthy attachment if you want, because that's what it was. A broken man searching to heal what could not be fixed.

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the one who will lead us to paradise with blood stained hands