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MARKOViC !!
(PT: markovic)
A gender related to The Portrait of Markov from Doki Doki Literature Club !!
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Tomi Markovic was the first kid in my save to learn to ride a bike!
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Metoda Markovic: Hojer 2024
#Metoda Markovic: Hojer#movie#tv series#screenshot#what to see#film#Metoda Markovic#Markovic#true crime#horror#serial killer
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Hello.
I'm not dead. I just feel a bit dead because I'm working salary now at my new job so I'm doing like 60 hour weeks but I make twice as much as I did before so it's fine.
Here are some screenshots that never saw the light of day as my condolences.
#mine#the sims 4#ts4#s4#ts4 screenshots#ts4 story#ts4 gameplay#ts4 vampires#ts4 occult#vampires#vampire#legacy 1#nosferatu#occult#tiff#markovic#caleb#bridget
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Dinamo, con Trieste vittoria o crisi
Domenica alle 19:30 al PalaSerradimigni, match spartiacque per i sassaresi che in una maniera o nell’altra devono prendersi i due punti Continue reading Dinamo, con Trieste vittoria o crisi
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idk how long this will last but i will go back to homestuck eventually
#dc comics#dc universe#teen titans#terra markov#dick grayson#dc robin#raven dc#cyborg dc#starfire#beastboy#hes kinda there ill no him more justice promise#you guys gotta helpme here idk what to tag
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The victim
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terra 🗣️
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Yandere Boxer x Reader 2
Masterlist Here!! // Previous Part Here!
CW // Nonconsentual touching
A couple days have passed since Vladimir has been on life support. And today he finally woke up.
“Doc…?”
You turn your head inhumanly fast when you hear the quiet mutter of the fighter. Rushing over to the bed you get some water and some medicine.
“You’re finally awake Vladimir. Everyone was worried about you.” You say and lean his bed up so he can drink some water.
Vladimir’s expression remains solemn. He’s thinking hard about something and it worries you. Vladimir has always been your least favorite guy here at the gym. He’d sexually harass you and catcall you everyday but he’s still your patient.
“Do you remember what happened? Who did this to you?” You ask him carefully.
The man’s knuckles whiten as his fist clenches and he utters gutturally, “I can’t remember.”
You nod in understanding. “That’s alright. What matters is your recovery.”
For the rest of the day you stay by Vladimir’s side until he was ready to walk on his own. He’s a tough guy so he was able to get up and leave all by himself. It’s late at night now though so it’s time for you to wrap it up. You pack your belongings in your backpack but pause when you hear your clinic door open. Facing the door you see Viktor, your ex childhood best friend.
“Clinic is closed for the day. Everyone left already so why are you still here?” You ask him.
Viktor just stands there quietly. He looks around the room and shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket.
“Just wanted to check on you.” He says in his deep timbre.
You look at him skeptically. “Do you need something?”
He faces you with a small crooked frown. “No…”
Viktor has always been the quiet type. Even when he was a little boy. Some habits never change you supposed.
“Viktor I know you’re here for a reason. You can tell me.” You say and offer him a rare smile.
The tall man gives a guttural hum before saying, “It’s unsafe for you to go home at this hour alone.”
Ah, so that’s what this is about. He’s worried about you. But why now? Here he is wanting to keep you safe yet he brushed you aside in high school like you were a leech. What changed his tune?
“Viktor I’m perfectly capable of going home myself.”
He grunts disapprovingly and takes large steps closer to you making you freeze. His body is so close to yours now. Only mere inches separating the two of you. To look him in the eye you have to crane your neck up just because of his sheer height.
Ever so slowly he puts a large, roughened hand on your shoulder. His expression is sincere as he says, “Kroshechnyy (Tiny) please. I can’t explain why I did what I did in high school right now. The story is far too long and complicated. And I do apologize for leaving you all alone and casting you away. I don’t ask for forgiveness, all I ask for is for you to let me make up for not being there for you.”
You take in his words wholeheartedly and nod in understanding. Viktor is mature, everything he does is with reason and comes with explanation. And there is no hatred in your heart towards him. You could never hate Viktor even if you tried. So you nod.
“Okay. I expect an explanation one day because I’m worried about you. It… really scared me when you suddenly cut all contact. I don’t forgive you but I won’t let our past affect our jobs. So let’s just take things slow and build our way to becoming friends again?”
Your answer made the stoic man’s heart soar above the atmosphere. All he can think of is that he has a chance again. He couldn’t help but pull you into an embrace. An embrace he’s been thinking of for years. Viktor’s missed your touch, how your body melted against his as you cried into his chest when you ran away from home. Or how you’d cuddle against him while watching an R rated movie when you two weren’t supposed to. He’s missed you so so badly.
You on the other hand felt like you just got swallowed whole by a whale. Sometimes you forget how puberty hit Viktor like a freight train. Unlike when you two were kids his hugs now felt like you were being eaten. Your arms can barely wrap around his torso for goodness sakes! But this is getting really awkward for you so you pat his back with your hand.
“Uhm can you let go of me now? We’re not quite friends yet Viktor. I'm still pretty mad at you.”
The giant lets go of your smaller frame with the face of an injured puppy. Never would you have thought that an ass kicking brutality machine like Viktor would pout.
“I’m sorry. I just missed you a lot.” He mutters with his head down in shame.
"I understand that but you have to understand how I feel too Viktor. You really hurt me back then. So let's just keep our hands to ourselves yeah?"
He nods reluctantly and follows you out of the clinic and into the main gym. All the lights are off, only the ominous glow of moonlight through the windows provides light. Once you two arrive outside you both make your way down the sidewalk together. You didn't have a car or bike so you walked everywhere. It's unsafe but you can't afford safety.
"It's supposed to snow today."
"Huh?"
You look up at Viktor in question. "What did you say again?"
But at that very moment you felt the icy touch of a snowflake land on your nose. And seconds later millions of more flakes fell from the black night sky. Each flake was fat and heavy; not just little flurries of ice. No, this was real snow. And it was damn cold too.
"Oh no I should have taken the bus. Fuck." You curse to yourself. "I'm sorry for dragging you with me Viktor. Go head home now, I can get home myself."
"Don't say sorry. I asked to come with you. My fault." Viktor utters. But you don't hear him well. Instead you utter a quick goodbye and tell him to get home safe. You continue on your way home by yourself leaving Viktor behind. The snow rises on the sidewalk millimeters by the second making your walk more slippery and annoying.
When you arrive at the front door of your cheap apartment a wave of warmth washes over you. Maybe the cold has made you go numb and this is an illusion of warmth. Unlocking the door and going inside you stomp your shoes on the doormat to get the pesky snowflakes off. So does Viktor.
Viktor...
"VIKTOR?!" You shout and look up at him. Low and behold there's the 6'3 boxer right at your closed door. How could you miss him? He's fucking huge!
"There's no need to yell. We are indoors." He mutters and looks around at your messy apartment from where he stands like a statue.
Opening the door with a swing you put your hands on Viktor's chest and try to push him out. "Get out of my house! How did you even get here?!"
He looks at you plainly while you try to push his unmoving form out the door. "I said I would walk you home. Also this is an apartment, not a house."
The door shuts with a loud slam from the sheer force of your swing. "Quit messing with me! You can't be here Viktor! This is my hou- apartment!"
He just looks down at you and nods.
"Viktor! Ugh oh my god you're so freaking dense! I'm a woman." You gesture to your chest.
"I'm aware." He replies, eyes locked on your chest.
"N-NO! Stop looking at my chest!" He doesn't even flinch when you shove your palm in his eyes to make him look away.
"You wanted me to look at it."
"NO I-!" Your arms slap down to your sides. "Ugh... The point is that you can't just be in a woman's apartment. Especially without her permission! You're a man, I'm a woman. It's inappropriate."
Viktor quirks an eyebrow. "What are you implying?" His dark downcast eyes gaze into your own. A mixture of complex emotion stir within yours while there's only one in his.
Pure, Unadulterated, Affection
"Kroshechnyy." He hums gently and twirls a lock of your h/c hair in his finger. He's close, too close for friends let alone work acquittances. You can smell the shower gel and the dupe designer perfume on him. It's intoxicating.
But this is Viktor… the same man who one day cut you off and treated you like a stranger. You snap out of your daze and slap his hand away. "Stop that. We're not going there. You can stay here until the snow storm clears. But the moment the last flake falls I want you out."
He smirks and nods with a hum. "Thank you." Viktor hangs his jacket on your coat rack and steps further into your messy apartment. Not wanting him to trip in the dark you flick the light switch on.
Your living room is small. Small couch, small T.V, small dining table in the corner. There’s a tower of unwashed dishes in the sink and a bunch of medical textbooks on the table.
“I didn’t know I’d have a guest over so I didn’t tidy up.” You say as you scurry around the living space to clear some of the clutter.
“Hmm.” Viktor hums. Instead of standing like his usual still self he decides to help you clean, much to your dismissal.
“Hey you don’t have to do that! I got it.”
“Hm.”
He’s got it.
“No no don’t bother trying to clean that off, it’s been stained like that for months.”
“Hm.”
The stain is gone.
It goes back and forth like this for half an hour until your living room is all tidied up. This would have taken you over an hour without Viktor’s help. And you feel bad for having him help but you can’t help but feel grateful.
You two are seated at the table. As a subtle thanks to him you give him some left over beef stew which he devours under minutes.
“Thank you for helping me clean up… I appreciate it.” You thank him shyly.
Viktor looks up at you from his empty bowl. “No problem. Think of it as a favor between friends.”
The soft smile that grows on your face can’t be helped. His words were just so sweet. Viktor really was trying to make up for the past. And you understand he can’t tell you why he suddenly shut you out but you do know that the reason was likely for your own good. He did mention he got involved with bad people…
But there’s other issues at hand now. Like sleeping arrangements. The couch is tiny. No way could Viktor sleep on it. You however can kinda fit on it. Well, a quarter of your legs will be hanging off but it’s either that or sharing a bed with Viktor. And you’d rather not.
“So sleeping arrangements. I’ll take the couch since you won’t fit and you can take my bed.” You say and put away his bowl.
Viktor follows you into the kitchen as you wash the dish. “No. This is your home. You will sleep on your bed.”
“But what about you?” You say slightly worried. If he sleeps on the couch he’ll get some serious muscle pains. And that isn’t good for him considering he’s a boxer.
“Simple. We share bed.” He smiles with a small dopey grin.
“Absolutely not.”
“You’re hogging the blankets.”
“Бо” (no)
“Yes you are.”
“Бо”
“You 6 foot bump on a log; I swear to god I’ll kick you off this bed and you’ll sleep on the floor.”
“I’d like to see you try kroshechnyy. Also, I am 6 foot 3 inches. Get it correct.”
You groan and turn the other way. It was like you two were kids again, bickering and fighting over who got most of the blanket.
After a large yawn you mumble, “Whatever. I’m exhausted so goodnight…”
Viktor says nothing in return. After a little under half an hour though you begin to snore softly after succumbing to your slumber. Viktor on the other hand has been wide awake the whole time. Flat on his back he stared at the ceiling waiting for you to fall asleep.
And now you were.
He leans up slowly as to not rustle the covers too much. Your eyes are shut and your lips are slightly parted, a tell tale sign of deep sleep. Slowly and carefully Viktor gets out of the bed. He walks around to your side where you lay asleep and vulnerable. Dark thoughts come to mind. He could do anything he wanted to you. You’re so small and weak compared to him. There’s no stopping him if he just picks you up and takes you home with him.
Scarred fingers gently brush against the plush of your cheeks. They’re so soft and warm.
“Cute.” He thinks to himself with a smile. Everything about you was adorable. Your protective nature of people because you’re a doctor, your height, your smile, and your personality.
Viktor’s so proud of you. He’s proud that you were able to make it out of the trenches of their east European town unscathed. Unlike him; he had to go through hell and back just to make enough money for food. He was never book smart like you. He was street smart, but street smarts didn’t put food on your plate.
His hands wander to your bare collarbone. Why would you wear such a revealing night shirt in the same bed as him? You were the one going on about how he was a man and you were a woman after all. But here you are seducing him with that low rise silk night top.
“My beautiful girl.” He whispers lowly while tracing over your skin with the tip of his finger.
“What do I have to do to make you mine?… I’ll do anything.”
“And I mean it.”
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere oc x reader#x reader#yandere oc#obsession#viktor markov#silassinclair
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MtG Crimson Vow x Octopath Traveler (2021)
This was the first time I experimented with blender and did a larger pixelart project. It took me an entire week to make, but the effort was worth it. I learned a ton and gained a lot of confidence in my skills.
#art#aseprite#pixelart#pixel art#magic the gathering#magic: the gathering#mtg#animation#mtg art#blender#octopath#octopath traveler#mtg fanart#olivia voldaren#Arlinn Kord#Kaya mtg#sorin markov#chandra nalaar#vampire#crimson vow#innistrad
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Metoda Markovic: Hojer 2024
#Metoda Markovic: Hojer 2024#Metoda Markovic: Hojer#movie#tv series#screenshot#what to see#film#Metoda Markovic#Markovic#true crime#horror#serial killer
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Idfk I just wanted to post something and get back in the groove of taking screenshots.
Here's our Sping/Summer lookz. All of my sims are very obviously extremely fashionable.
#mine#legacy 1#tiff#markovic#caleb#bridget#the sims 4#ts4#s4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 screenshots#ts4 story#ts4 vampires#ts4 occult#vampires#vampire#nosferatu#simblr
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Markovic: "L'intensità difensiva sarà la chiave"
Le parole del coach in vista della semifinale del qualification round di BCL in programma questa sera alle 20:30 contro Juventus Utena Continue reading Markovic: “L’intensità difensiva sarà la chiave”
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