#abomnibus

📡 Sneak peek into the dawn of a new era: COGNITOHAZARD.

The first of many installations in an interdimensional attempt at releasing the enthralling monstrosities of creation and destruction, soon to come.

Nick did feel bad for having done that. There was a certain amount of regret that neither of them had been totally sober when making that choice. He should have found a sense of control last night. He shouldn’t have been drinking. Neither of them should have.

Besides, it must have seemed very odd that he wasn’t freaking out as much. Not outwardly.

He’d done more regrettable things than sleep with a friend. And in his mind nothing really changed. He still considered her just a friend. One he’d had sex with. She wouldn’t be the first friend he’d done that with. (though, she was probably the youngest unfortunately. He wasn’t usually attracted to people who were so much younger.)

send me a ship ( otp/brotp/notp ) and i’ll tell you the following:

who walks out of the movie theatre after a movie and suggest they watch another movie straight after?: Probably Nick, tbh. Usually when he’s having fun, he doesn’t want to stop, even if it’s simple fun. So he’d suggest going to another one.

who swears like a sailor when driving?: Nick. But he swears like a sailor when he’s not driving too, so...

who is always ten minutes early to appointments?: Jay. Nick is more the type to show up directly on time. Like five minutes early maybe, but he has weird anxieties about sitting around early for too long. Like he can’t stand that. So he’ll show up either five minutes early, or literally right on the dot.

who swears they can set up the new home entertainment system without any help?: Surprisingly this one is not Nick. He is very aware that he is shit at building things without directions. Absolute shit. It’s not his area of expertise. I don’t know about Jay’s skills and confidence in that one.

who can spend five hours straight in ikea?: Nick. It’s because while they might have an initial plan to go there for something specifically, he ends up trying to find every item with a name that can be turned into a pun so he can bring it to Jay, say it for the reaction, and go back to find another.

who buys things online & returns them a few days later?: Neither. Nick doesn’t online shop for things he isn’t sure he wants. He only gets shirts from online, and those nearly always fit. Nick might be the one to return something if one of his alters ordered something while they were out and he didn’t know about it until it got there. But only if it was something awful, and he needed the money back specifically.

who plays the music so loud that it basically ruins everyone’s hearing?: You know I’m not sure. Nick might every once in a while. But it depends on the time of day. If it’s night time he would never, he’s considerate.

who is more likely to spend money on unnecessary things?: Nick.

who stays up until 5am reading?: Nick.

who has a strict “no shoes” rule in the house?: Neither of them. Unless Jay is weird about shoes in the house.

who complains about not having a bathtub because they can’t buy bath bombs?: I’m thinking neither. Nick doesn’t do bath bombs. He prefers showers. So it’s more likely to be Jay, but that’s not saying she actually would, just that if she likes bath bombs, the answer to this one is her.

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

//so bold means he definitely feels it. Crossed out means he never purposely could, and italicize means that it depends on circumstances.//

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: Jay is adorable and sweet and I like her a lot. As does Nick. He just wants to protect her from the world. Like she’s a really great OC tbh.How they play them: Very well. I mean there’s very little you can do wrong in terms of OCs because you made them. And she was made very well, so she’s played very well, too. <3The Mun: I feel awful that I can never remember your name. But I’m bad at names. Despite that though, you’re amazingly sweet. Like without prompting you are always tagging me in things that help me feel better and I really appreciate that because you don’t have to do that, and you still do. You are a good. Please never change.

Do I:

RP with them: Sometimes. We can work on doing so more often. But yeah.Want to RP with them: Hella. (yes.)Ship their muse with mine: Not exactly. Nick is really weird about the age difference thing, like he sees her more as a charge to watch over and protect than he does a love interest. I mean given his screwed up nature, she could probably convince him to take her to bed if she worked at it really hard and was desperate enough. But even then he’d have issues about it afterward. And outside of any sort of want for something sexual which doesn’t seem likely, he’s weird about how he forms romantic bonds in general, and has less than it really looks like he has thanks to being on the aromantic spectrum. And so he’d generally prefer to just make sure she’s okay than anything else. But in terms of like brotp-esque ships, yes I do.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: You’re a lovely person and I hope you find 20 dollars on the ground.

Send in “its okay, I got you” for my muses reaction to your muse comforting my muse while they’re having a panic attack.

It started with an overwhelmingly strong scent of cinnamon in an area on his walk. The smell in itself wasn’t bad in moderation, but this was just intense. He felt crowded very fast. Paranoid. He couldn’t stop looking around for someone who wasn’t going to be there. (Nick had ran away from him. He wasn’t there. Was he?)

The uncomfortable feeling followed him all the way back home. Every unplaceable noise had him nearly jumping out of his skin. He felt unlike himself for it. He looked unsettled even as he walked through his door.

He’d forgotten he’d allowed her to stay the night before, and so he blanched hearing someone walking around. He wanted to run. But he had to face it, didn’t he?

There were hesitant steps toward his kitchen. Deep breath in. Shaky breath out. Walking in and seeing her filled him with so much relief he actually teared up. He hadn’t realized the extent to which the anxiety of it all had hit. 

It also influenced the impending true panic to metaphorically slap him right in the face.

Panic of pains of the past. Panic that he was might have to explain what he was panicking over when he wasn’t ready to explain himself there. Wasn’t ready to think in any detail about what he was afraid of. Who he was afraid of. What had happened. Hell, he hardly knew what was going on anymore, he’d tapped out mentally. All he knew was that he’d backed up against the wall and started being unable to breathe properly.

He didn’t even remember her walking over to him, or talking to him, and he barely registered her touching him, he was so gone. He couldn’t talk. He felt like he was passenger seat in his own head. But his natural reaction on the outside was to allow it and nearly cling to her, because logically part of him was seeing her right there. Even still he hardly felt it as he thought he was dying a little bit.

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