#nil my man

[creativesplat]

So the Fell Xenologue... huh...

[spaceguylewis]

Horizon: Zero Dawn (5/ꝏ) "That man — he doesn't look Nora. Is that a corpse next to him?"

[babygirlboeser]

MY BABYGIRLS

GUYS IM RUNNING OUT OF POCKET SPACE

[ladylooch]

Can you do one where you’re watching the game at home and he gets hurt and how you would react with either Nico or Timo

Oof.. this would be the worst! I picked Nico because I have another request I'm working on for Timo 😊

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If you’re being honest, you’re having a hard time getting into the Devils game tonight. They’re currently in Ottawa playing the Senators, but something about this night has your mind elsewhere, even as your boyfriend controls the power play at the point. 

You blink, trying to reset your eyes after scrolling through TikTok for the previous fifteen minutes of the game. You toss your phone to the side, crossing your arms and watching as Nico accepts the puck from Jack.

“Come on, babe.” You murmur, pursing your lips as he shoots. “Ugh.” You groan, hearing the telltale clap of the puck off the glass. Nico skates towards the middle of the ice in the offensive zone. You glance down at your fingernail, realizing it has a small chip in it. You tug at the loose piece, then examine the rest of your finer nails. You’re definitely going to need a nail file to avoid snagging your nail on every article of clothing you have.

“Uh oh. Hischier is hurt.” The announcer’s concerned voice cuts through your thoughts.

You snap your gaze back to the ice, watching with millions of other people as your boyfriend skates off in obvious distress.

“No.” You whisper. The camera between the benches zooms in on him as he grimaces in pain. He is barely putting his weight on his right leg, holding his side gingerly. “Baby.” You wince, sitting up on the couch. The camera cuts back to the power play and you watch hopeful for another shot of Nico.

When you see him again, he has fallen off the bench and squirming in agony. Once he regains his footing, he doubles over in pain, leaning awkwardly to the left as the trainer speaks to him. Nico is tough. If he’s showing this kind of pain, it’s bad. Your breathing begins to shorten. Your vision narrows to only take in the TV even as your phone begins to buzz with incoming texts. Your hands dash through your hair, finger prints shoving forcefully into your scalp.

“Please be okay.” Your voice waivers as you speak alone to Nico through the TV. “I need you to be okay.”

They finally show the replay and you watch in horror as the Ottawa player forcefully cross checks Nico where he doesn’t have padding. It’s a hip… maybe a rib… and you feel yourself get violently angry at the image. Several swearwords flow from your mouth as you grab your phone, thinking about blasting off a social media post in disgust at the lack of call from the refs. Cooler winds prevail as you see Nico skating on the ice during the next TV timeout, ready to rejoin the game after taking a few shifts off. Instead, you navigate to messages, sending a text for him to call you as soon as he can.

His call comes in after securing the win.

“Hi sweetheart.” He murmurs to you as you gasp his name in greeting. 

“Are you okay?” The words are strung together anxiously.

“I’m okay.”

“Nico, you better not be lying-“

“I don’t lie to you, babe. I’m okay. It just stung for a bit.” You let yourself feel relief for the first time. “I have a pretty nasty bruise though.”

“Already?”

“Yeah.” You can feel him shrug even without seeing him. He’s so calm and collected as always. “Might need a few kisses to help it heal…” He trails off. Your cheeks get warm and a buzz begins in your body at the thought of nursing him back to health with your mouth.

“As the captain’s girlfriend, I did vow to do whatever is necessary to help the team.” You quip at him, unable to stop the wide grin spreading your lips. Your heart still hurts a bit for the man who holds it in his hands 400 miles away.

“The team appreciates your sacrifice.” Nico snickers back. You hear the sound of pressure releasing through the speaker, signaling the bus is beginning to move. “Alright beautiful, I’m on my way home to you. I’ll see you soon.”

“Be safe. I love you.” You murmur to him.

“Love you. If you’re not awake when I get home, goodnight too.”

“I’ll be awake.” You promise him.

“Good girl.” He tells you before he ends the call. 

[chloefraazers]

LOL no one at guerrilla even LIKES nil, they never say or post anything about him and put him as an easter egg cow racer to appease whiny “fans” like you who’d bitch if he didn’t have a cameo. he died in hzd and he should of stayed dead.

don’t make me tap the sign—

anyway i’m done with this. turning off anon. thanks to everyone who sent nice messages this morning, i appreciate it greatly. some people like to destroy fun i guess.

[kittleskittle]

burnout fucking blows. that's all.

[b4kuch1n]

bobby carruthers I understand u babe but what u have done is spilling blood all over ur sister as she watches her husband she's just learned catastrophic information about die in her arms. gods what a case

[sourghoust]

Nils Kuesel , Diesel Spring Summer 2024 Runaway Show .

[wannabecatwriter]

When your music tastes take you to a band you've heard of before but haven't really listened to and you check them out and yes, they're great, but it was also the worst thing you could've done for your own peace of mind because now you may be getting a dumbass celebrity crush.

[n0chanxes]

Open starter from new muse Nil~! [he is a demon and maybe very slightly tremendously insane but can also be cute i---]

"My eyes?" A few blinks passed. A head tilted. "OH! Right right uhm--" He blinked a few more times, the deep black of his sclera changing to white, the dark grey of his pupils turning to brown in a single instant, all as his smile widened and he took a step closer, hands in his pockets. "Sorry, they look odd cus of allergies.. Er nono- cus of the lighting. The sun makes them look weird." His head cocked slowly to the other side, grin widening. "This better?"

[baconcolacan]

Giggling to myself thinking about my sona/oc kissing paul eddsworld 🥰

[ultravioletlightwaves]

@theartofthecover Damn well ok, first of all that sure is a collection of words (comics are insane) but thank you for giving me the armor name so I can gaze lovingly at it some more. This is probably Iron Man blasphemy but the black faceplate is really doing some killer work here.

It's like the Radiant Black of Iron Man armors.

[satoumafuyuss]

yknow im curious what causes Eichi hate these days in the fandom cause like. Not that I AGREED obviously (since he's one of my faves) but I understood why people, especially newbies, wouldn't like him that much. These days we have way better access to stories and stuff so I just wonder why people still don't like him SO MUCH? but like other flawed characters who did bad things a lot?

[icterid-rubus]

Just got a notification for a job posting that is EXACTLY for hand drawn, 2D animation and now I don’t know if I should even go to sleep or try and rush through my resume and demo reel to apply.

[fingertipsmp3]

I’m not sure if I’m actually in a reading slump or if it’s just that every single book I’m currently reading is a lot

[woso-dreamzzz]

Second Time's The Charm IX

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: Your co-workers meet your wife

The new doctor is world renowned.

A titan in the industry of sports science and flawless in the realm of orthopaedic surgery.

Perhaps there was a bit of sexism in the way that all the nurses assumed you would be a man but each were pleasantly surprised when you walked through the door in your scrubs and were, in fact, a woman.

It was great in fact because male doctors always had massive egos attached and never treated nurses respectfully.

But female doctors always did.

Female doctors always appreciated the work they did.

You were one of those doctors.

If you weren't buried in paperwork or doing consultations and follow ups, you were down by the nurses station with a to-go coffee and a box of doughnuts from the café to share out.

"He took me to Naples," One of the nurses said," We took a tour around Pompeii and ate at this amazing pizza place."

You hummed, writing down something in one of your patient's charts. "Was it nice? I've been meaning to take my wife but she's so busy all the time. I don't want her time wasted if it isn't nice."

"So nice," The nurse insisted," A lot of walking around though so you're sweating a lot but apart from that, it's amazing."

"I'll put it on my list then."

"My boyfriend took me to a football match. He's a Barcelona fan so we went to see the women in a friendly last week."

"My wife was there too," You said absentmindedly," I heard it was a good match."

"Eight-nil to Barcelona," The nurse agreed," They were amazing."

You know that because Alexia came home very happy with her own performance. Two goals. Three assists.

You rewarded her handsomely.

"The women's team are very good," You replied, signing something off.

"Oh, yeah, you go to a lot of matches, right? Are you a fan?"

"My wife's a bigger Barcelona fan than me," You replied.

That was an understatement but nobody really needs to know about how passionate Alexia is about football.

"She always gets me tickets."

"That's so sweet," Another nurse said," It's nice that you care so much about her interests."

"Yeah, I love seeing Ale happy," You said," If that means I have to sit through ninety plus minutes of football then I'm glad to to do it."

The nurses learnt pretty quickly after that, just how much you adored your wife.

You brought her up with conversations that were only tangentially related to her, dropping little facts to do with her at seemingly random intervals.

Your staff now knew that you and your Ale had met at school, inseparable since that first meeting. They knew you got kicked out of your parent's house at eighteen after you married her. They knew that you were currently building a house and had taken her away on her dream holiday over the Christmas period.

You'd never shown a picture of her though and if there was one things nurses loved doing with no one around, it was gossip.

"She must look like a model or something," One of them said," Pretty people marry pretty people and Doctor Putellas is very pretty."

"I think she must be a real sweetheart," Another said," Someone really sweet and happy. I'd be happy if I was married and spoiled by Doctor Putellas. It must be a dream."

"What do you think she works as?"

" A doctor's salary like Doctor Putellas' is enough to support a family on. Her wife probably doesn't need to work."

"I heard they were thinking about adopting. Her wife might want to stay home with the baby."

"Doctor Putellas deserves a housewife to spoil. I bet her wife feels so loved all the time."

"I wish my boyfriend would treat me like how Doctor Putellas treats her wife."

A throat is cleared behind the assembled nurses and they turn around, instantly putting on their responsible faces.

Alexia Putellas stood before them, nervously threading her fingers together together as she stood in front of them.

"Erm...hello."

"Hello. Do you have an appointment? A follow up?"

Since her ACL tear, Alexia wasn't an abnormal presence at the hospital, constantly coming back for follow ups and check ins.

She'd never looked this nervous though, this strung out and anxious.

"Er...no. I'm...I'm here to see Y/n?"

The nurses all nodded.

That made sense. Alexia Putellas and Doctor Putellas.

Everyone had assumed the pair of you were related. You didn't look similar so you were probably cousins or something else more loosely related.

"We'll call her down for you."

Alexia nodded, face shifting from nervous to more stern and stoic, the face that the nurses were more used to seeing on her. She remained silent as they went back to talking, discussing weekend plans and holiday ideas with family.

The squeak of your shoes on the linoleum floor caused all conversations to grind to a half again and you turned the corner with the group of interns that you'd been talking to since one of your surgeries earlier, answering questions in such an in depth way that there was no question of why you were world class in your field.

"Doctor Putellas, your-"

"Amor!" Alexia cried out, stern and stoicism slipping from her visage as something skin to puppy love appeared to replace it," Brilliant news!"

Your own smile split your features as you took two short steps toward her until you were face to face.

Instantly, Alexia's hands went to your hips.

"What is it, Ale?"

"We've got a court date! For Maya! To bring her home!"

Somehow, you smile only widened and you threw your arms around Alexia to bring her ever closer.

"Are you serious? A court date? An actual court date?"

"The lawyers called!" Alexia continued, somehow rushing through her words but still articulating them perfectly," I was in a meeting but I was looking at my phone because it was flashing. I knew I shouldn't have picked up but it felt important so I did. And they told me! Next week! The judge will talk to us and officially approve the papers!"

You were totally professional with your nursing staff. You would banter with them and joke around but you were still so professional. You didn't overshare. You didn't belittle them. You didn't say anything too personal.

Which was why it was so strange to see you pull Alexia into a kiss right in front of them, smashing your lips together as Alexia practically vibrated in excitement.

"We're bringing our baby home," You said against her lips.

"We are, amor. We are."

Movement out of the corner of your eye brought you out of your daze though, dropping your arms until you could take one of Alexia's hands in your own as you turned to face the shocked faces of your group of interns and your nurses.

You felt a little bit awkward now as you cleared your throat.

"This is my wife," You said meekly," Ale."

Not the Barcelona captain. Not the Spain captain. Not Alexia Putellas.

Your wife.

Ale.