Waaaaaa!!!! You Are Too Kind! I Will Go Cry And Put You In My 'things I'm Grateful For' Journal ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

ah fuck it, thinkin abt: taking public transport with kruger and nikto (especially self indulgent bc i absolutely despise my commute)

going onto a train car hand in hand with nikto and it’s not so bad at first. it’s a little crowded but you’re not shoulder to shoulder with anybody (except nikto).. until the next station over where a whole flood of people get on and it turns into nikto essentially caging you into the train wall with his body.

the thing about nikto is that he and everything about him; from his height, to his built body, and even down to the aura he exudes. it all silently commands respect. so there’s a very, very clear distinction between nikto’s space and everyone else’s. and all other passengers aboard tries their damndest not to step into it, at all costs, even if the train is packed to capacity.

he glances down at you, mirth twinkling in his icey blue eyes. “are you ok, rodnaya?” his eyes never leaving yours, even with the intensity of the moving train and the slight sway of the floor.

a little nod from you has them crinkling in a way you’re intimately familiar with, which is when he’s happy. his heart flutters just a tiny bit, overjoyed at being able to protect you and keep you safe, even in mundane happenings like this.

his eyes then survey the train car again, making sure that no one’s too close to you. he leans his head down, murmuring into your ear, “look at them, khoroshenkaya, packed together like sardines in a tin.” he chuckles (unreasonably hot and dangerous considering the situation you’re in) and gently takes your chin in his hand.

“hm, and you.. my little prince/ss. my sweetheart. i’ll do whatever you ask, yes? anything and everything you want.” pressing a chaste kiss to your lips through his black surgeon’s mask.

by the time you and nikto snap out of your shared reverie you’ve missed your initial stop by three stations.

oops.

ah well, riding the train in the opposite direction now just gives him additional time to sweep you off your feet..even if you’re already dating.

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when the doors of the bus swing open, kruger always ushers you inside first. tapping his card twice on the reader (as if he’d ever allow you to pay for anything) and letting you to grasp his hand to lead him to your desired seat.

if space allows, he’d like for you to sit on one of those single seats, facing the aisle with him standing at your side as if he were your knight.

but if there were only those double seats available he’d assist you to sit in the window seat and him, the aisle seat. his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulling you closer to his chest whenever the bus swerved a bit too hard.

and if there were no seats available?

kruger held onto the overhead grip, his leisurely stance very out of place with the wild way the bus turned this and that direction. his other arm was wrapped firmly against your waist, squeezing you tightly to his side.

“faring well haschen?” his hand rubs up and down your waist soothingly, eyes flitting to yours to see if you’re doing alright.

“yea—ah!” the bus swerves abruptly again, as if out to specifically ruin your day. kruger adapts easily, catching you before you could go flying (as if you weighed nothing), arm casually readjusting around your waist.

he sighs, exasperated from this god awful driving, coaxing you to cling onto him even more.

“hold tight, mausi.” he nuzzles his mouth into the crown of your head, a kiss through his mask. your arms wrap tightly around him, more akin to a python’s grip than an actual hug (he doesn’t mind, he never does). while bored, your eyes hone in on the way his arm tenses and flexes when he has to adjust his grip on the handle, downright ogling at him and his casual strength.

“enjoying the view, schatzi?” you can hear the smirk in his voice when his comment snaps you out of your daze.

“no.” your curt reply a little too fast, a bit petulantly as you bury your face into his chest, slightly flushed. he can only chuckle as he pats your waist comfortingly.

“ ‘s ok mein liebe. you can have more of this view at home.” he spends the remainder of the bus ride just admiring you and your cute little expressions when you catch him staring.

the rest of the ride goes well without a hitch (ie. you didn’t go flying through the bus’ front windows) even if you did get tossed around a bit.

and when the bus finally stops he wraps an arm around your shoulder, ushering you quickly out of the bus and nearly shoulder checking some poor sap on the way out.

kruger is one mean bastard and impatient to boot, and he’s not afraid to show it. ‘tsk-ing’ when someone’s walking too slowly for his liking or taking up too much room on walk ways

he WILL shoulder check someone for the above mentioned, he absolutely would. he’s more than willing to be rude to someone who’s annoying you (or heaven forbid, being MEAN to you, god help them) and in turn, him as well.

if someone’s standing too close or cuts you off when walking he’ll bark out an authoritative “watch it.” or “move.” it always sends people packing. and if it doesn’t? that nasty glare of his and murderous aura always does the trick.

has and will continue to run with you in his arms up and down the stairs. he got so fed up with the crowded stairs one time that he just scooped you up bridal style and ran up those stairs in 5 seconds flat, without even having to take a breath after.

“what mausi?” he questions, playing dumb and shrugging his shoulders. “you can’t just pick me up and run up the stairs seb!” you smack his chest, embarrassed. he laughs it off “well it worked didn’t it? and besides schatzi, what do i have these muscles for if not to help you, hm? i’m retired now, these are all for you.” and well. you can’t be mad at him after that can you?

god help any other passengers that happen to be nearby if both nikto AND kruger are accompanying you on public transport. everybody else would be maintaining a 6ft (minimum) distance from you three at all times, at all costs. (and, hey, no complaints from you, so. /shrug/)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE when you have time ofc CAN YOU DO SOME SIMPLE ANATOMY TIPS AND SHII? I CAN'T DRAW BODIES AND YOU DO IT SO NICELY 😭

waaaa, i am underqualified for this since i am winging it most of the time and only stay in my comfort zone by drawing simple poses

however i will list something that i think may come in handy under the read more so that the post wouldn't be too long 👍

- using references, geometric shapes and all that stuff

- knowing the relative proportions of the body (like how eyes are one eye apart and how the elbow is as long as the ribcage)

- usually the biceps are relatively bigger than the deltoids, i just learned this recently and i think it makes my drawn arms look nicer

and here is something i realize i have been doing unconsciously.

when painting, there is soft edges and hard edges right? with similar principle, when drawing, there are straight lines and curved line. though i mostly just draw softer bodies using more curved lines, knowing where to put straight lines may make the overall silhouette more appealing?

and bottom right is how i simplify the body.

i hope this is helpful, at least a little bit. :3 if you'd like, i could also share my speed paint and process though it's usually not very impressive.

i have a self insert thing i want to draw but i have already commissioned it, would it be disrespectful to the artist to draw the same image again?

They should smoke into each other mouth I think

oh absolutely!!!! they def smoke. and kiss tgether in secret. also i hc reader in this to be noncomforming or guy

behind closed doors-- behind concrete paved walls and wiry fences-- nikto finds solace in smoke and flickering lighters.

your palm cups over your lighter as the flame catches on your cigarette, guarding him from the fire. you keep his eyes away from flames, never letting him catch a glimpse or old wounds would start to itch.

you meet like this often. you're like teenagers, slipping away from a house party to meet on the rooftop or by the bright pool. you breathe smoke into one another's mouths as you whisper in confidence in between dry, chapped kisses. you know of his achievements, his dreams, his fears-- you will take these glimpses of his life to your grave, and nikto will do the same for you.

if you see this, i will get back to you soon, stay safe, take care everyone

one more thing before i go to bed i want to make a niche account where i only draw bloody fanart of johnny cage

I just found this account and I love you already UR ART IS SO PRETTY AND COOL 🙏🏻

wahhhhhhh, thank you dear anon! i will try to draw more often!

crashing the fuck out. anyways, i think i am skipping this class today since it's like 40 minutes pass the starting time already

pastila is so good i am motivated to go to russia just to eat more of them

that is true, i have lost..... i have an excuse though, my ancestors are not milk consumers.........

i will stop drinking milk, it has done numbers on my skin

bro i did not bring my ipad charger :(