#nulla nulla

[rosasenzaspineblog]

In equilibrio fra il sentire nulla e il sentire troppo

[lilithh-14]

Città illuminate piena di persone spente.

[miyurizaki]

Just this but with the MC and the yandere love interest.

[achildthatvibes]

What if... Nulla has his hair down and messy?

Also my friend suggest me to draw him with glasses, and why not draw that aswell :D

I post the one without the glasses cause he looks awfully different, like bro... 💀🤌

[ethanbobethan]

i love the beatles and i love my dogs so i drew my 2 fav beatles hanging out with my dogs!!! yay!!!!!!!

[whimsikolya]

to eat a god 's nulla!! ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

[hungry-hungry-reader]

Idk if this is too suggestive or not buuut how about a scenario where nulla gets smothered in kisses? Lips, face, neck.... He deserves to be pampered a bit 🥹

Eheheheheehhe. This is SO CUTE. 

And no, this isn’t too suggestive! Romance and kisses are a-okay. “Suggestive” would be something risqué, exploring sexual themes.

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“Nulla?” 

You woke up all alone within his domain, but the sudden lack of a very handsome gentleman in your presence after you went to bed with him watching over you was almost startling. Of course, Nulla had his duties, and as he said, the time moves a lot slower for him than it does for you. That didn’t, however, remedy the fact that you missed seeing the owner of the void, dammit! How could you not miss him, let’s be honest here. 

What surprised you even more is that he didn’t come when you called out for him. That was odd. Sure, Nulla was his own person with his own responsibilities, but he usually arrived as soon as you called out to him. He couldn’t resist being away from you! And when you wanted him to be near, how could he say no? But it was okay for him not to come at your first whims. But you did have some time to kill now, so you went ahead and climbed out of the bed, heading straight for the table within your shared room with piles of documents, IDs, written notes, diary entries. Nulla didn’t hide from you the fact that he had lived many lives. Why would he? He wished you were in all of those lives, of course, but he was content with having you in this one. There was no need to hide what was if that ‘was’ was empty, lacking your presence. 

You couldn’t read everything you saw. Some of the papers in languages you didn’t speak, some washed out from the years of being left out, spilled ink and coffee. You perused the pages you could read, getting his history with a good friend of his whose disappearance impacted the trajectory of his life forever; you read some loose pages of his diary detailing his thoughts about the very Creator he oh so loathed for his fate. You noticed a seemingly newer loose page, his neat handwriting wrapping itself around the sheet with same elegance its owner held himself with. He wrote of you, gushing about your presence, your appearance, your voice, your… Your everything! Everything about you that Nulla could put on paper, he had been adoring, lovingly describing every little detail. You felt a blush rising on your face, and the same smile that he professed his undying affection to touch your features. You didn’t know it was mathematically possible for him to be more attractive to you than he already was, but here you were, standing in the middle of your room, ready to start gushing about him yourself, wanting nothing more than to kiss him. You NEEDED to kiss him, to smother them with kisses. You needed to show him how much you appreciated and loved him, just as much as he loved you.

“My apologies, mi vida, I got caught up with—” he broke the silence of the room with his presence.

 Usually, you were the one startled by his sudden appearance, but as soon as he arrived late to your call, you damn near took him off his feet! You cupped his face, placing one kiss, another, third, fourth… You lost count as you relentlessly peppered his face and neck with kisses, feeling him smile widely embracing you within his arms. He laughed giddily, happy to accept your unadulterated love and adoration. He couldn’t be happier. 

As you leaned away for just a moment to get a breath of air after forgetting how to breathe – you were that happy to pepper him with kisses – Nulla took this chance to, in turn, cup your face and place a deep, meaningful kiss on your lips. 

As you two parted after moments that felt entirely too short-lived, he smiled cheekily at your blushing self:

“I missed you too, cariño.”

[5eptem]

[patokascribbles]

low quality teag memes i made

[eeriedragone]

Here‘s the print I made for the Newmann Halloween Zine 2024! I‘ll soon also share the 2-page comic I made as well, but maybe you‘d rather go buy the zine for yourself..?

This whole project inspired me to make a whole new Newmann AU (to the surprise of no one). More details under the cut :)

Pater Hermundr Gotlieb is a monk who chose to travel to Britannia instead of settling in the german monastery he got his education from, much to the chagrin and annoyance of his superiors. He wanders from village to village, offering blessings, exorcisms and more often than not just his surprising wealth of knowledge of machinery/smithing/etc.

FRONTI NULLA FIDES (Latin phrase: "Appearances are deceptive")

There's rumors that he chose this life not out of a sense of pious and selfless charity, but rather because of his quite misanthropic nature. Maybe that's why almost no one tried to stop him when he announced his departure: no one was going to miss him.

A Dragon has been terrorizing the woods of Y Drenewydd for years now, and when Hermundr arrives to the village, the locals beg him to exorcise the beast, although they hold little hope in their heart that he'll succeed, as many knights and priests have already failed to fell it.

((It took me way too long to realize that I came up with this AU because I‘d been thinking about Emiel Regis from The Witcher, and The Secret of Kells, which both have lots of similarities with my AU (woopsie), especially the medieval fantasy setting and the monsterhunter/monster relationship.))

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Nevertheless, the danger was great.

Then it was that the pluck of the little British lady came in. Telling her husband to keep up a brisk fusillade from the side of the house on which the thatch was smouldering, she unbarred a door, and rushing out seized a long handled garden rake that was on the verandah and, regardless of the spears and nullah-nullahs which flew around her, she was just able to reach the burning thatch and tear it down.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

[solplease]

nulla and unum doodles <3

maybe septem another time,,,

close ups under the cut <3

[dracosomniac]

I am very bad at uploading my yarnwork... Let's do a Magnus Archives yarnwork masterpost #2, also featuring Malevolent

By the way I have commissions open now, check it out I guess.

All pixel art done by my bestie @podaliedja

[intotheclash]

Conosciamo noi stessi solo fin dove siamo stati messi alla prova. Ve lo dico dal mio cuore sconosciuto. Wislawa Szymborska (Nulla due volte)

[achildthatvibes]

I finally finished this :'D

Also using this for lightning study...