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commissions done for @stropharian-world

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Rottweiler

If my muse was a dog, what kind of dog would they be?

❝Now that's a first. I guess I can kinda see myself as one. I've been told Doberman.Eh.❞

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Com-MUN-ication Meme

🥰 I secretly admire you

🤓 I don't dare talk to you, but I enjoy reading your threads

👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"

🙂 How are you, mun?

🤔 I want to write with you, but I don't know how our muses might interact

💡 I have a plot idea for our muses

😕 I want to ship with you, but our muses have never interacted

😔 I want to ship with you, but I don't know if you're interested

❤ I want us to be mains

💞 I want us to be exclusives

💍 I want us to be ship exclusive

💘 I want to discuss romantic ships with you

💚 I want to discuss platonic ships with you

🖤 I want to discuss hate ships with you

💜 I want to discuss familiar ships with you

😇 Can you write a starter for our muses, please?

😄 Can you send me some memes, please?

💖 I love you, mun!

🌟 You're my favorite blog

😊 We should talk more OOC

😓 There's a thread I'm waiting for you to reply, but I don't want to feel like I'm rushing you

😬 I want to send you a meme about (x), is it okay?

❣ I want to write fluff with you

👄 I want to write romance with you

🔥 I want to write smut with you

😭 I want to write angst with you

😱 I want to write horror with you

🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YOU

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The observatory hadn’t seen a star in years. The telescope, a behemoth of rusted steel and forgotten ambition, pointed skyward like a blind god. Ivy choked the outer walls, but inside, the space had been reborn a heartless cathedral of screens and silence, pulsing with blue light and the low hum of machines running too hot, too long. At the center sat Nihilistic. He didn’t wear his power. He exhaled it, like the slow trails of synthetic smoke curling from his cigarette. The sleeves of his matte leather coat caught the screen-glow just enough to glimmer like oil. His eyes, rimmed with sleepless red, scanned the men before him without urgency, without care. He was the underground's ghost king, a man whose name crossed borders before bodies did. You didn’t summon him. You were summoned. Three men sat across from him. Hardened men, feared in their sectors,Lagos, Berlin, Bogotá, and yet here they were. One tapped a finger against the table’s polished surface. Another wiped sweat from his neck with the edge of his sleeve. The third, the youngest, tried to smirk but ended up swallowing it when Nih met his eyes. “Jakarta." The oldest one said, clearing his throat. “They hit the lab. Thought maybe you were... reorganizing.”

Nihilistic didn't’t blink. Didn’t flinch. “That lab was for show." He said, voice low and bored. “Interns. Old blueprints. I let them take it. Keeps the authorities hopeful, like they’re still playing the same game.” He pressed a button. The table flickered to life, projecting a rotating hologram of Earth, laced with red neural lines — shipping lanes, air corridors, encrypted data routes, subterranean crossings. His empire. “I moved beyond pills a long time ago. Now? I engineer biochemical needs. Designer cravings. You think heroin makes a man desperate? Try Ghostlight. Sublingual. Ten seconds to euphoria, twenty to obsession. Undetectable. Irresistible.” He reached into a case at his side and slid a silver vial across the table. It shimmered faintly in the glow, liquid starlight in a glass throat. “I don’t sell highs." Nih said. “I sell identity decay. You ever watch a man forget who he was? Watch his need eat his name, his job, his future? It’s beautiful.” The younger man leaned forward, voice thin. “What’s the price for a crate?” Nihilistic stood, slowly. The map behind him rotated, pulsing. His shadow stretched across the table like a scythe. “You don’t buy Ghostlight." He said. “You buy access. Territory. Submission.” Stepping away, he continued speaking. “I’m not a dealer. I’m gravity." He muttered over his shoulder. “You orbit me, whether you like it or not.” He disappeared through the heavy doors without another word. The three men sat in silence. No one touched the vial. The world on the table kept spinning. As for Nihilistic? He was already thinking about the next addiction. Something deeper. Something permanent. Something divine.

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If my muse was a dog, what kind of dog would they be?

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Queen of my whole entire world.

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❝ Goddamn, I'm gone for more than a week and some ya'll just need to clean up your act. Don't worry, I'm back now, though I'm sure you missed me, I did not miss you.❞

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the   M O N S T E R   that’s outside my window ?

he’s like   F A M I L Y   to me now .

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❝Nihilistic, is to not believe in anything — not religion, a moral code, love, nothing. Being nihilistic is also closely related to the political philosophy of anarchism, a belief that all social structures need to be destroyed before a new, better society can be developed.❞

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𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐳 | 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 | 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 | 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘; 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈𝟏𝟖+𝐀𝐬𝐤/𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠.

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-Inspiration visage for Nihilistic-

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Reminder to my followers that this blog is 18+ only!

Minors, don’t interact and please unfollow me! 🔞

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Bird Daughter doodles

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Spoilers for a new Rick and Morty season, Birddaughter looks hella cool

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Yo, huge shoutout to all the Ricks who don’t even really do anything. I feel like not every day has to be some grandiose sci-fi adventure. Most days even. They can just chill or cook or eat or hang out with family and be happy. Or be morose or brooding or drunk whatever I don’t care XXD

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Spoiler warning. A quick Adult Morty art.

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Seasons of You

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