#☘️ nick!

[sunflawyer]

PSPSPSPS MAYO :3c

HI MAYOOOO I'VE BEEN WANTING TO DRAW U SOMETHING FOR A WHILE!!! <333 ur such a positive influence in this community and a total ray of sunshine!! EVEN ABBY LOOKS LIKE A WALKING RAY OF SUNSHINE I LOVE IT SM!!! ur so nice to everyone whenever i see u on the dash i'm like whajekh ;w;

AND THANK U AGAIN FOR MY DRAWING i love how u drew my eyebrows in it. i look so >:3c it's literally perfect i look at it all the time

NYIOOOWWW NICKKK

NICKKK THIS IS SOO SO ADORABLE 😭😭🧡🌻🧡🧡🌻🧡🧡🧡💞🩷💞🩷💞😭💞😭💞🧡😁🩷😁🩵🌻 ohhmGIGOOFDDD OH MY KGOD MY LITLTE SUNFLOWER BABIES... OH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💞💞💞😭😭😭😭 INLOVE YOU NICK

THEYRE. THEYRE JUST . ONE INCH TALL

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE KIND WORDS LOVE YOU YOU'RE SUCH A DEAR FRIEND TO ME NICK😭😭😭😭😭😭💞💗💗❤️💗💞💞💗💞💗💞💞😣💞 I HOPE THE STARS GRANT ALL OF YOUR WISHES... GIVES YOU A BIG HUG!!!!

you really didnt have to give me anything back i just wanted to share a little happiness around!!! 🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗 !!!! i have a special announcement coming in the next few days i want to gather people and celebrate it!!! wait for it okay!!! ⭐⭐⭐✨✨

[st4rswrld]

Anonymous asked:

yess i totally understand i dont want any drama either i was just telling you so you would know and bc i like you (and everyone whos logical about this and supports palestine) so i thought you should know who to keep an eye out on thats all! im considering dming you but omg i feel like such a mean person for bringing this up i just got thrown off everytime *redacted* etc.

i think its unnecessady drama if you dm them tbh just give a heads up to some people privately and dont really interact with them or drift away bc these people almost always get defensive and start lashing out (like sturniolo fans on tiktok and some on twt they fr defending the boys and genocide and some even bragged about continuing to eat from mcdonalds😭) but yeah this is absolitely no hate! i still love and support the triplets im just disappointed in them and want to hold them accountable thank you for being understanding. 🍀

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i appreciate you telling me everything and giving me a heads up and ill for sure take your advice! and please dm me I would love to continue this conversation but i understand if you don't want to. also your not mean at all for bringing this up 100% trust me. and yea ive seen the tiktoks of people proudly stating they eat mcdonalds or they don't care at that they support a genocide and some other bs. I just remind myself that some of these fans are like brainless children who haven't reached puberty and the other ones are just brainless. and as for the triplets I also just want them to take accountability and i still love them too. and i like you too 🫶🏾.

[coltrainbat]

Wow i'm glad you do. For Nick Vaughan i want to ask for a fluff. (i never say no to smutt by the way :) ) Reader came from another country to new york. They met while reader is walking at the city at night. They start dating and fall so hard for each other. They decide to movie in in a small apartment which is a safe, sweet home to both. The first one that they have❤

Also, a request that is deserving of multiple parts! 🥰

Nick Vaughan X Reader Series

Take Me Home | Part 1: Meet Cute

A/N: Ooft... did this take a while! I am so sorry for the delay for my love @atoosa22 but i hope you enjoy the first part of what is sure to be a very fluffy (and soon to be smutty) series. ☘️😘

“Yeah mom, of course, uh-huh... yeah I’m heading home now… yes… it’s freezing here.” You pulled your keys out of the lock of your workplace, holding your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you listened to your mothers worries and concerns knowing she stood halfway across the world powerless while you were alone in the big city.

But there was no such thing as being alone in New York, all the sounds, the lights, the people. It never slept. But you certainly did.

3am and all you could think about is your nice, warm fluffy bed at home.

“Yeah mom, ok well I gotta go… I love you have a good day!”

You hung up, slipping your phone into your pocket. Tightening your coat around you, noticing the misty cloud that appeared when you breathed out. Fiddling with your keys in your hand, manoeuvring the teeth of the metal between your knuckles (just in case).

It was a 20-minute walk back to your apartment. What could happen in the 20-minute direct route to your apartment? 20 blocks. 20 minutes. Head forward. Shoulders back. One foot in front of the other.

Stragglers lined the street; sleeping homeless people, drunk patrons who have called it a night and a few bold individuals walking their dog.

You’re not alone. Never in New York.

You reached block 12 of your journey. With the building above it under construction a makeshift tunnel of plasterboard and wooden beams was your path. Poorly lit by a singular low functioning flood light above but with the rest of the street cut off, it was your only option.

The sound of your boots on the floor was drowned out by the sound of drunk male laughter. “Not every drunk man is a bad man” you thought as you followed the sound hoping to make it to the other side unfazed.

The tunnel was narrow, and the group of men took up most of the path, leaning against the walls, huddled in a group. Taking in a shaky breath you approached them, eager to pass without being perceived.

“Hey pretty girl where you going?” Mission failed as the man snarled at you. You bowed your head, suddenly becoming interested in the tips of your shoe that was until the presence of another matched you toe to toe.

He had blocked your path, forcing you to look up. “Hey when a man’s talking to you, you respond.” His voice was louder this time, agitated. You had heard it many times before in men. Angry men. Men who always got their way by force.

You clenched your fist around your keys, feeling the keychain make indents on your skin. The man had an audience, and he wasn’t going to relent.

“Why don’t you smile a little…” His hand edged towards your face but shot away suddenly at an echo from behind you.

“Baby hey why you walking so fast!” A man came up beside you, wrapping his hand tightly around your waist.

“Excuse me guys.” He gave a firm shoulder nudge towards the man in front of you, pushing him the side. Frozen in fear you let him lead you towards the exit.

You both walked in silence to the next block, far gone from the narrow tunnel.

“Thank you.” You finally let out.

“Oh, foreign that explains it.” He mutters. The fear in your body had now left, replaced with annoyance.

“What’s that supposed to me?” You pushed out of his grip around your waist. Now face to face with the man who technically saved your life.

He looked down on you, while a little wayward in appearance, he was tall and handsome a scruffy beard curving around a strong jaw. Even with layers he looked as though he packed a decent bit of muscle, enough to push your average creep down if needed.

“It means anyone whose actually from New York knows that when you look like that you shouldn’t be walking around it at 3am.” He spits, cocking his head to side in a condescending manner.

“For your information, I’ve done that walk many times since I moved here and that has never happened. And since when is it a woman’s responsibility to reconfigure their whole lives so creepy assholes don’t have a chance to take advantage of them?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He pinched his eyebrow in frustration.

“Well thank you for very much again and I hope you enjoyed your knight in shining armour moment.” You continued to walk, leaving behind your handsome saviour.

“Hey wait.” He jogged up behind you. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“God you do walk fast don’t ya?” His joke was met with your scowl.

“Let me at least walk you the rest of the way home?”

“Oh so you can know my address and then break in and kill me?” You scoffed.

“I would of been happy with a cup of thank you coffee.” He rubbed his neck, smirking at you.

“I don’t even know your name and you want to come back to my apartment?” You looked at him like he had two heads.

“Well, it’s Nick, and if that’s not good enough its Nick Vaughan born 14th of June 1981. Professional failing trumpet player, full time adored son, part time knight in shining armour, and my social security number is 79-.”

You put your hand up to stop him “Ok ok I get it you’re not a murderer.”

“Hey you cut me off at the best part!”

“Oh really?”

“I’m also the guy who makes sure a pretty girl who just had to deal with a drunken creep gets home safe.”

You pursed your lips inward to hide the smile threatening to come up as he called you pretty.

“Fine.” You let out.

“Wait a minute…” He stepped closer, holding out his pointer “What if you’re…” His finger threatening to push past your coat and touch the exposed skin of your chest. “The murderer.”

“Y/N, foreigner, passport holder of [your country], professionally [dream job] but also full time, loving daughter and occasional victim of drunken creeps.”

He thought for a moment, looking up at the skyscraper above him “Yeah that checks out.”

He held out his elbow, edging you to thread your hand in it. You looked at his arm in confusion.

“You’re cold I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

You were cold and his strong arm was inviting and with your limited experience of his arms around you, you knew that you liked it and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to savour the feeling this time. You begrudgingly slid your hand through.

Nick: “Is it rude to ask why you are walking home this late?”

Y/N: “Pushing it but if you must know I was closing at work.”

Nick: “Alone? They make you do it alone?” His voice laced with concern.

Y/N: “I’m not 15 so yes, they make me, an adult women close up shop at the end of the day.”

Nick: “Remind me not to start questioning the independence of a clearly very strong-minded woman.”

Y/N: “You learn quick, too bad you seem to be 30 years too late.”

Nick: “3 sisters, so excuse the natural instincts.”

Y/N: “Fair enough.”

Nick: “How do you drink coffee from where you’re from?”

Y/N: “In a mug.”

Nick: “Funny.”

Y/N: “I know. Now my turn.”

Nick: “Shoot.”

Y/N: “Why are you walking alone this late?”

Nick: “I’m a musician.”

Y/N: “Yes, but not a vampire so…”

Nick: “Most gigs are at night as well as drunk people are more likely to give up their cash.”

Y/N: “So, you’re a hustler?”

Nick: “I prefer the term opportunist.” He smirked at you.

“This is me.” You motioned towards the front step of your building.

“It’s pretty late-”

“I should let you go-”

You looked at each other, letting out soft laughter.

"Thanks for walking me home. I guess I owe you that cup of thank you coffee."

Nick grinned. "I'll hold you to that. How about tomorrow morning?"

"Sure, why not?" you replied, surprised by your own eagerness.

"But you're buying, you know struggling musician and all."

"Fine.”

"Goodnight, [Your country]."

“Goodnight, Nick.”

As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Opening the door to your apartment, your back hitting the door as you slid to the ground, grinning like an idiot.

[child-ofdust]

human younger brother in non-human family that just wants some comfort that it's ok to be human and there's nothing wrong with him With werewolf older brother who cannotttt understand how someone could enjoy living without ears and fur and claws and fangs so instead comforts him via insisting thqt it's not that he's human, he's just a late bloomer Ok goodbye

[starkwlkr]

i’m getting older too | hozier

is this random? yes but i don’t care 🥰 LISTEN I KNOW sweet dreams, tn is a song by the last shadow puppets but let’s just use our imagination with this one ok? 😍

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[yaoiri]

Nagito Komaeda x You/Reader Headcanons ☘️

—“🍀 If you fall or trip, he is always there to help you in the nick of time. Unfortunately for him, he ends up hitting his head on something a few minutes later after his small heroic acts.

—“🌱 Due to his btFTD (Behavioral variant Frontotemporal Dementia), he has constant changes in preferences and appetite. Though, he tries to stick with salty foods because he doesn’t want to burden you with too much cooking, and says he enjoys whatever you make (though, you don’t know if this is true or not).

—“🎰 On some nights, his libido is heightened and frequently makes jokes with vague sexual innuendos. It can be amusing most of the time, but you redirect his attention if he gets too worked up or, if you’re not sex repulsed, you help him relieve himself.

—“⚜️ Going out with Nagito are almost always super fun (but he thinks he’s the worst boyfriend ever though)! The dates halfway through involve you two in unusual predicaments, and it’s especially enjoyable for you since you’re a thrill-seeker. Unsurprisingly, Nagito goes on self-deprecating tangents when the date ends, because the one thing he wants is to have a “hope-filled date”. As the good partner you are, you reassure him of his worries.

—“🍀 Nagito knows you have a love for stuffed animals. So, on one date he allows you to choose from any machine claw game. Effortlessly, he achieves the task of getting the plushie you wanted… but now you’re stuck with five others. The claw happened to grab 4 other prizes in the machine, and you insist that Nagito keeps at least one. Relenting, he settles on a white dog.

—🌱” The house is neat and tidy when you come home from work/classes, and Nagito is at the door to greet you and help you inside. He loves taking care of you, though he claims that it’s “the only thing he is good for as a boyfriend” (you’re working on that with him).

—🎰” Nagito tries his hardest to comfort you whenever you’re stuck in your room, unmoving. He showers you with words of affection and encouragement, making sure you’re cared for, and rambles about how he has met so many ambitious, smart people, but not someone as amazing as you.

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—⚜️” Cuddled up, you lay on your bed while becomes beside himself with worry and makes sure you’re drinking enough water, have enough blankets and pillows, and reheats you a warm towel every half hour.

—“🍀 Nagito turns on the TV and puts on your favorite show when your body isn’t being so kind to you. He gives you memorable commentary every episode, careful to not criticize it but to add onto the characters and plot.

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[begaydodrughailsaten]

I love the kiddads so so much because its like

Lark: murder is okay

Nick: 🔥murder is okay🔥

Sparrow: ✨🌹🌷🍄💐🌺murder is okay🌸🍃🍀☘️🌿🍄🌷☘️

Terry Jr: *in theater major* murder is okay *slapstick comedy*

Grant: murder is fun

Like honestly they are all my babygirls i love them sososo much

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Teresa was visionary with her college journey, calculating every step to take with precision.

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Make sure to avoid scratches that could vitiate your reading glasses' lenses.

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Nora has a strong vocation to work as a scientist.

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The arguments between Fred and John are becoming more volatile these days.

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Nick's volition helped him eventually emerge as the champion of the chess tournament.

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[pacifymebby]

Hello love Merry Christmas and all that!

For the playlist ask, how about a playlist for each of the peaky boys? xx

Oo this is fun!! (and such an old ask now wtf is wtong with me) sorry my music taste is fucking awful atm haha Also these are all vibes based, like don't ask me why True Blue is in Johns it just is I can just imagine dancing with him to it you know.

Tommy

🌿 Red Right Hand / Nick Cave

🌿 Trouble Will Find Me / The National

🌿Atmosphere // Joy Division

🌿 Give Up // FKA Twigs

🌿 I Should Live In Salt / The National

Alfie

🐻 You'll Always Find Me In The Kitchen At Parties / Jona Lewie

🐻 Living On A Thin Line / The Kinks

🐻 A Rainy Night In Soho / The Pogues

🐻 True To Life / Roxy Music

🐻 Superstar / The Carpenters

Arthur

🍂 Writer / Paolo Nutini

🍂 Don't Swallow The Cap / The National

🍂 I Love You / Fontaines DC

🍂 Kamakura / The Macabees

🍂 Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High / Arctic Monkeys

John

🌼 Town Called Malice // The Jam

🌼 Nothing To Be Done / The Pastels

🌼 Pacifier / Catfish and the Bottlemen

🌼 17 Going Under / Sam Fender (something about this is just John vibes idk?)

🌼 True Blue / Madonna

Bonnie

🍀 I'm Not Down // The Clash

🍀 The Whole of the Moon // The Waterboys

🍀 A Pair Of Brown Eyes / The Pogues

🍀 If You Need Someone / The Field Mice

🍀 Song to the Siren / Tim Buckley

Isaiah

🐀Life Just Bounces / The Fall

🐀Oh! You Pretty Things / David Bowie

🐀Eyes Without a Face / Billy Idol

🐀 Red Right Hand / Arctic Monkeys

🐀 Bigmouth Strikes Again / The Smiths

Michael

☘️ Don't Fear The Reaper / Blue Oyster Cult

☘️ Everybody Wants To Rule The World / Tears For Fears

☘️ Everyones Got To Learn Sometimes / The Korgis

☘️ Tyrants / Catfish and the Bottlemen

☘️ I Fought the Law / The Clash

[sunflawyer]

MAYOOO YOU ARE ONE OF THE NICEST PPL ON THIS WEBSITE!!!! Ilysm I hope you’re having a good day!!! 🥹🥹🥹💖💖💖💖

NICCKKKKK THANK YOU SO MUCH IM GONNA CRY 😭😭😭💖💖💝💝💕💗🎀💖💖

you're also one of the nicest and kindest!!!! 🥹🫶 love you!!! somuch!!!💖💖💖 hope you have the most wonderful and joyful day too!!! o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

a little doodle of abby and delilah admiring a clover... 🍀🍀

[mysticdoodlez]

Well, I lost the ask, but I know my @ladyveronikawrites asked for it, so let's try this again.

Questions are from this writing ask game.

🥫 Q: What's a scene you've really enjoyed working on?

A: Not really a scene, but I really enjoyed writing the little fragments of lore, like the news articles and passages from books. I super enjoy epistolary novels, where the story is told through found documents (think Dracula or The Illuminae Files), and my format was inspired by The Prox Transmissions, the novel commissioned by The Starset society.

But if I had to pick a specific scene, it would have to be the scene where Taylor is talking to the piece of Nick's soul that they held onto. Mainly because in my notebook (yes, all my WIPs are first handwritten before they're transferred to my phone) Nick's voice is written with a gold gel pen. All the boys have a specific color for their voice, and Nick's is gold (and fuck you tumblr for not having a proper gold font color).

💿 Q: Which character is most likely to have a terrible sleep schedule?

A: Nicholas! The haints don't really need to sleep, just maybe rest and dissociate for an hour (except maybe Folio, who curls up and snores). Taylor maybe wakes up once, but Nicholas has nightmares after the whole Cult ordeal (both in the past and recently in the story) and you know… DYING and all that. Plus when you've got a best friend that doesn't sleep and can telepathically project into your mind at any hour, like,

DUDE, I JUST SAW THE MOST FUCKED UP SQUIRREL

it's kind of hard to get a full night's sleep.

☘️ Q: Do you enjoy mostly incorporating canon or fanon details in your work?

A: Canon definitely. Fanon feels too much like pandering sometimes. Canon gets me more creative, like making Jolly a Näcken/Nøkk, giving him an acoustic guitar rather than a violin.

💡 Q: What's an idea you've enjoyed but never/couldn't write?

A: A lot of LitL was scaled back, because even though it's labeled as a Horror AU, I had to add the paranormal tag later on in the story since I couldn't make it as horrorific as I wanted. This is supposed to be a safe space, after all.

For example, in chapter seven, Taylor asks what would happen if they were to stop doing the offerings. It's kind of been hinted that it would be bad. And it's because technically, Noah's a cannibal. So if Taylor were to stop the offerings, Noah would have to drag them into the woods and eat them. Nick doesn't want that. Noah doesn't want that. Tumblr doesn't want that.

[coltrainbat]

Nick Vaughan X Reader Series

Take Me Home | Part 1: Meet Cute

A/N: Ooft... did this take a while! I am so sorry for the delay for my love @atoosa22​ but i hope you enjoy the first part of what is sure to be a very fluffy (and soon to be smutty) series. ☘️😘

“Yeah mom, of course, uh-huh... yeah I’m heading home now… yes… it’s freezing here.” You pulled your keys out of the lock of your workplace, holding your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you listened to your mothers worries and concerns knowing she stood halfway across the world powerless while you were alone in the big city.

But there was no such thing as being alone in New York, all the sounds, the lights, the people. It never slept. But you certainly did.

3am and all you could think about is your nice, warm fluffy bed at home.

“Yeah mom, ok well I gotta go… I love you have a good day!”

You hung up, slipping your phone into your pocket. Tightening your coat around you, noticing the misty cloud that appeared when you breathed out. Fiddling with your keys in your hand, manoeuvring the teeth of the metal between your knuckles (just in case).

It was a 20-minute walk back to your apartment. What could happen in the 20-minute direct route to your apartment? 20 blocks. 20 minutes. Head forward. Shoulders back. One foot in front of the other.

Stragglers lined the street; sleeping homeless people, drunk patrons who have called it a night and a few bold individuals walking their dog.

You’re not alone. Never in New York.

You reached block 12 of your journey. With the building above it under construction a makeshift tunnel of plasterboard and wooden beams was your path. Poorly lit by a singular low functioning flood light above but with the rest of the street cut off, it was your only option.

The sound of your boots on the floor was drowned out by the sound of drunk male laughter. “Not every drunk man is a bad man” you thought as you followed the sound hoping to make it to the other side unfazed.

The tunnel was narrow, and the group of men took up most of the path, leaning against the walls, huddled in a group. Taking in a shaky breath you approached them, eager to pass without being perceived.

“Hey pretty girl where you going?” Mission failed as the man snarled at you. You bowed your head, suddenly becoming interested in the tips of your shoe that was until the presence of another matched you toe to toe.

He had blocked your path, forcing you to look up. “Hey when a man’s talking to you, you respond.” His voice was louder this time, agitated. You had heard it many times before in men. Angry men. Men who always got their way by force.

You clenched your fist around your keys, feeling the keychain make indents on your skin. The man had an audience, and he wasn’t going to relent.

“Why don’t you smile a little…” His hand edged towards your face but shot away suddenly at an echo from behind you.

“Baby hey why you walking so fast!” A man came up beside you, wrapping his hand tightly around your waist.

“Excuse me guys.” He gave a firm shoulder nudge towards the man in front of you, pushing him the side. Frozen in fear you let him lead you towards the exit.

You both walked in silence to the next block, far gone from the narrow tunnel.

“Thank you.” You finally let out.

“Oh, foreign that explains it.” He mutters. The fear in your body had now left, replaced with annoyance.

“What’s that supposed to me?” You pushed out of his grip around your waist. Now face to face with the man who technically saved your life.

He looked down on you, while a little wayward in appearance, he was tall and handsome a scruffy beard curving around a strong jaw. Even with layers he looked as though he packed a decent bit of muscle, enough to push your average creep down if needed.

“It means anyone whose actually from New York knows that when you look like that you shouldn’t be walking around it at 3am.” He spits, cocking his head to side in a condescending manner.

“For your information, I’ve done that walk many times since I moved here and that has never happened. And since when is it a woman’s responsibility to reconfigure their whole lives so creepy assholes don’t have a chance to take advantage of them?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He pinched his eyebrow in frustration.

“Well thank you for very much again and I hope you enjoyed your knight in shining armour moment.” You continued to walk, leaving behind your handsome saviour.

“Hey wait.” He jogged up behind you. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“God you do walk fast don’t ya?” His joke was met with your scowl.

“Let me at least walk you the rest of the way home?”

“Oh so you can know my address and then break in and kill me?” You scoffed.

“I would of been happy with a cup of thank you coffee.” He rubbed his neck, smirking at you.

“I don’t even know your name and you want to come back to my apartment?” You looked at him like he had two heads.

“Well, it’s Nick, and if that’s not good enough its Nick Vaughan born 14th of June 1981. Professional failing trumpet player, full time adored son, part time knight in shining armour, and my social security number is 79-.”

You put your hand up to stop him “Ok ok I get it you’re not a murderer.”

“Hey you cut me off at the best part!”

“Oh really?”

“I’m also the guy who makes sure a pretty girl who just had to deal with a drunken creep gets home safe.”

You pursed your lips inward to hide the smile threatening to come up as he called you pretty.

“Fine.” You let out.

“Wait a minute…” He stepped closer, holding out his pointer “What if you’re…” His finger threatening to push past your coat and touch the exposed skin of your chest. “The murderer.”

“Y/N, foreigner, passport holder of [your country], professionally [dream job] but also full time, loving daughter and occasional victim of drunken creeps.”

He thought for a moment, looking up at the skyscraper above him “Yeah that checks out.”

He held out his elbow, edging you to thread your hand in it. You looked at his arm in confusion.

“You’re cold I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

You were cold and his strong arm was inviting and with your limited experience of his arms around you, you knew that you liked it and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to savour the feeling this time. You begrudgingly slid your hand through.

Nick: “Is it rude to ask why you are walking home this late?”

Y/N: “Pushing it but if you must know I was closing at work.”

Nick: “Alone? They make you do it alone?” His voice laced with concern.

Y/N: “I’m not 15 so yes, they make me, an adult women close up shop at the end of the day.”

Nick: “Remind me not to start questioning the independence of a clearly very strong-minded woman.”

Y/N: “You learn quick, too bad you seem to be 30 years too late.”

Nick: “3 sisters, so excuse the natural instincts.”

Y/N: “Fair enough.”

Nick: “How do you drink coffee from where you’re from?”

Y/N: “In a mug.”

Nick: “Funny.”

Y/N: “I know. Now my turn.”

Nick: “Shoot.”

Y/N: “Why are you walking alone this late?”

Nick: “I’m a musician.”

Y/N: “Yes, but not a vampire so…”

Nick: “Most gigs are at night as well as drunk people are more likely to give up their cash.”

Y/N: “So, you’re a hustler?”

Nick: “I prefer the term opportunist.” He smirked at you.

“This is me.” You motioned towards the front step of your building.

“It’s pretty late-”

“I should let you go-”

You looked at each other, letting out soft laughter.

"Thanks for walking me home. I guess I owe you that cup of thank you coffee."

Nick grinned. "I'll hold you to that. How about tomorrow morning?"

"Sure, why not?" you replied, surprised by your own eagerness.

"But you're buying, you know struggling musician and all."

"Fine.”

"Goodnight, [Your country]."

“Goodnight, Nick.”

As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Opening the door to your apartment, your back hitting the door as you slid to the ground, grinning like an idiot.

[r0ttingsystem]

🍐 (paraphrasing) nonhuman alters

☘ mostly sourced from?

🦖 fictive/factive heavy?

🍐 - are there any non-human alters/headmates?

Yes, lots of em!

I'm one of them, I'm considered half and half, because I look mostly human (I'm part zombie), smae goes for anyone that has animal features (like Dani or grian)

There's also 70-90% nonhuman people, like Lio and nick (think antro animals)

And a few fully nonhuman ones, like zero and rowan, who are fully dogs

☘️ - what are your introjects/fictives usually sourced from?

Already answered

🦖 - is your system fictive-heavy? factive-heavy? neutral?

Both????

I think we have the same amount of irl people as we have fictional characters

[ondiitas]

oi amor! acabei descobrindo seu trabalho pelo nick-web e p ser sincera eu amei demais!! se n for incômodo, gostaria mt q fizesse um mood para mim da lee chung ha! ela é uma atriz q amo mt e n tem mood nenhum dela pelo tumblr! i💔💔💔

oi amor! acabei descobrindo seu trabalho pelo nick-web e p ser sincera eu amei demais!! se n for incômodo, gostaria mt q fizesse um mood para mim da lee chung ha! ela é uma atriz q amo mt e n tem mood nenhum dela pelo tumblr! i💔💔💔

olá anon ! ♡ o nick-web me ajudou a estar onde eu estou agora , sou tão grata a ele ;( fico feliz que tenha gostado , muito obrigada pelo carinho viu ! 🩷🫶🏻☘️ eu fiz e espero não ter errado ela , porque eu não assisto muito dorama 😅 mas espero que goste ! ♡