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My weird ass personality: I wanna be an angry opossum, and a mystical, flowy, fairy. #dontask #BPD #dealwiddit #fairy #opossum #personalityconflict https://www.instagram.com/p/BsruH1xjEek/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1tmopo9jy4cou
Luh you Lady Lazarus... #wewokebutsnoozimheavy #dealwiddit
Smitten with Smitty
The sun was just beginning to rise, the familiar rock of the ship practically lulling Nikklaus in and out of consciousness. The Rogue was quite the heavy sleeper these days, given that the crew working just outside Joie’s quarters didn’t have a “mute” button. They were loud and rambunctious, almost too rowdy for the Rogue to handle.
More times than not, Nikklaus remained in a half conscious state when lounging within the captains quarters. The sounds were mere background noise, faint enough not to be relevant, but still within the back of his mind. It was very early when he felt something wet run across his lips. At first, he paid no mind to it, smacking his lips and swatting a dismissive hand in the air. His first sign that it wasn’t Joie should’ve been that his hand never actually hit anything, the space beside him in the bed was empty.
However, in his half conscious state, it didn’t really dawn on him. A few more minutes passed and once again, he felt something wet on his lips, that would soon spread to his nose, and occasionally his eye. When he opened his mouth to groan, a kitten’s tongue found its way inside, only for the creature to sneeze right into his mouth. Somehow, Nikklaus still wasn’t aware of what was happening. It wasn’t until he tried to roll over that he felt the sharp little claws dig into his chest, no doubt a kitten’s grip.
Nikklaus’ eyes snapped open, drugged hues peering at the black creature pawing at his chest and repeatedly sneezing at him. A thing about this Rogue and any form of feline, there was a time where Iriseli decided to royally fuck Nikklaus’ psyche up in the form of feline familiar. Iriseli was a Warlock, a woman capable of controlling animals at her leisure, her animal of choice was a black cat that went by the name of Grimm. Grimm would stalk and ultimately fuck with the Rogue until Nikki had no choice but to tell someone, anyone, everyone. They all thought him crazy, a cat wouldn’t have a vendetta against him, right?
Wrong.
Nikklaus’ immediate instinct was to throw the poor kitten across the room, but instead he merely swatted it to the other side of the bed, off of his chest. His eyes were wide and wild as he turned onto his side to inspect the kitten, his expression skeptical as a cautious hand raised so he could poke his finger between the kitten’s eyes. When there was no immediate reaction, he started to poke his stomach, until the claws came up in attempts to wrap around his hand.
Nope, nope, nope, n o p e. The Rogue was gone, rolling off of the bed and crawling to the other side of the room as he huddled near a corner, staring at the innocent kitten that was pouncing all over the bed, wondering where his playmate went. Nikklaus looked left and right, up and down, and counted his breaths. This cat was much smaller than Grimm, it couldn’t be another familiar, right? There was no way, he hadn’t seen Iriseli in ages, she wouldn’--
All thought process was halted when the cat pounced off the bed and straight into Nikklaus’ lap, leaving the Rogue to stare down, dumbfounded.
“What do you want?” It was a meek, shaky whisper as he matched the kitten’s gaze, his upper lip twisting into a snarl. When the kitten’s response was a mediocre hiss, the Rogue carefully reached down to pick it up, letting it sit in the palm of his hand.
It didn’t take long for them to both start hissing at each other, although it was hardly violent. Nikklaus was mocking the poor creature, and the ktiten didn’t know any better, so he began to mock Nikklaus. It was an ongoing charade that lasted for almost ten minutes.
Nikklaus had enough, he snatched the creature by the scruff of his neck and stood up, wandering outside the quarters. Sunlight hit his eyes, and he was momentarily blinded as he stumbled throughout the ship. Once he spotted colorful locks, he raised the kitten high in the air, letting it dangle within his grasp as he shouted across the ship.
“JOIE! Why!? This thing’s gonna fuckin’ haunt me!” Truth be told, the Rogue had some ridiculous form of cat-ptsd. Thanks, Grimm. Thanks a lot.
[ @nyxtin-lethre ]
What do you use to style your hair?
"You’ll be surprised to know that I use Tresemmé au Kalos for washing. After a thorough blow drying, it’s natural beauty forms, leaving me with my luscious, golden locks for everyone to behold."OOC: Fun fact, mun is like that too. Long hair is best hair! \m/
Mirroring and posting some old pictures
I threw you away bc I didn't like you anymore& you're an asshole so don't get mad LOL
Work was busy and my feet hurt so now I am going to go home and sleep or watch Netflix Or play WoW... I'll probably play WoW.