Unpopular Opinion: The Alterhuman Community Is Half Of The Time Just About Drama.

Apart of my 5 year plan is becoming a wolf dog in goth boots

(Seeing a cis straight couple for the first time) I think I’m gonna be sick… What the fuck do you even call this…? Dark Yuri? Unfaggot? Do they have a fucking word for this? (Flashing back to my troubled childhood) Oh my god… This is that Marge and Homer shit isn’t it

Sometimes otherkinity is having the inexplicable urge to mark things as yours. Sometimes it’s scent marking, chewing, scratching, pissing.

Whatever it is, it’s mine and I need people to know it’s mine and not touch it. Do not touch my bed unless I let you, do not touch my stuff unless I let you, don’t even go in my room unless I say you can.

I will mark everything I swear. This whole house is mine now, get out, ask permission.

Own me :3

YOU THERE

HALT !!!

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Nikto headcanons! Indulge me beloved ❤️❤️

BABY! ANYTHING FOR YOU! 🤍 I'll make them extra indulgent for youuuuu

принцесса - printsessa/princess

Nikto headcanons, strangers to lovers

He's basically feral when you first meet.

Barely talks unless his teammates, especially Krüger, somehow manage to make him engage in conversation with you.

When he finally does approach you willingly after a long while (and because his most trusted circle does seem to trust you), it's like someone else is speaking for him, and that's how you figure out that he suffers from DID.

He dissociates a lot, but you don't mind, and you get to know his many different alters.

One is downright mean, one is childish and almost playful, one is very sweet and introduces herself as 'mat'' (mother), and another one is so very clingy and charming that you sometimes don't know how to handle it.

Most times, Nikto doesn't know nor remember the interactions. He's not mentally present after all, but eventually, his alters confess to him that they're all drawn to you in their own ways.

Nikto realizes that you actually want to be around him, even though he sees himself as a monster; someone who isn't good enough for you.

One evening, he seeks you out, asking downright boldly: "принцесса, you do like me, da?"

When you confess that you do, in fact, like him a lot, that you care about him, flaws, scars, and all... he pushes you backward into your room, towering as he gazes at you with sharp blue eyes, like a shark ready to attack.

And when you're about ready to either beg for mercy or flee like a little rodent, he suddenly pulls his mask off for the first time; baring his face to you.

It's not as bad as you'd imagined it to be. Sure, he has lots of nasty scars and burn marks, but his nose is still there and so are his lips which means Krüger, the motherfucker, has lied to you with his silly horror stories about Nikto.

"You're not scared of me, принцесса."

You shake your head and it looks like his broad shoulders slump with a ragged sigh of relief.

Bold as ever, he steps closer until his arm can snake around your waist, and he tugs. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you nearly squeak in fear or excitement? Perhaps both.

"I will kiss you now, принцесса. Don't want any one of them to kiss you first, da?"

You know he's talking about his alters and you nod obediently, hands fisting into his black tac shirt tentatively as your head dips back to welcome his chapped lips.

I mean surely we all grew up feeling like there was a wrongness inherently deep inside us that will endure for the rest of our lives

Babies

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Synchronized butt wiggles

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