# guidelines.

  001 : PLOTTING.   i love plotting. if you ever have any ideas at all, please send them to me and i will do the same for you. however, sometimes unplotted things for a first interaction can be very nice and a natural way to see how our muses mesh together. :)  002 : SHIPPING.   i ship chemistry. just because i ship my character with one version of a character doesn’t mean i’ll ship him with every version.

  005 : LIMITS.   i curate my space and expect respect of my choices, as i offer this same courtesy to everyone else without question. i don't mind the occasional reminder about replies, as if i often get lost and forget to reply, but frequent pushing tends to overwhelm me and not interact with you anymore; please be mindful of this. otherwise, i'm pretty chill and open to most, if not all, interactions. :]

  003 : TRIGGER WARNINGS.   i wont be tagging obvious triggers, so as a warning, due to the nature of the character i write, there will be mentions of abuse, childhood trauma, SA and murder. anyway please let me know if i make a mistake, or say something that uncomforts you!!!  004 : ocs.   i’m extremely oc and crossover friendly, as nico himself is an oc. i am always open to any original characters or crossovers. however, please don't assume relationships. i have no interest in ocs being relative to mine unless discussed. also, i have no interest in ocs who are just in a relationship to a canon character by default. please don't come to me and tell me something like x wants to kill my muse because they're in a relationship with x.

★ it's ciel ! ☆ 18+ genderfluid, using mostly he him pronouns. masculine terminology or endearments are preferred, but feminine ones are okay ! very easy—going and love writing with anyone. always feel free to shoot me a message ! i use to get distracted a lot, so if i dont reply early dont think im ignoring you, probably im just reading or something. im very new in the fandom! so if i interact with someone i should'nt, tell me.

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  known languages:  spanish, russian, latin, italian, a bit of japanese...
  special skills:  can handle most type of knifes and guns. acrobatic. very, very smart.nicolas was born and raised in a wealthy, religious family. his father was both emotionally and physically abusive towards nicolas, often beating nico's wrist with a ruler until it bled whenever he made the slightest mistake while studying. nicolas was not allowed to visit anywhere other than the conservatory where he would practice the violin, have any other hobbies/interests outside of the violin/music/arts, or talk to anyone his father didn't approve of. nicolas was not well-liked by the family's butler, or even his older brother, who reluctantly helped nicolas tend the wounds their father inflicted on him. nico's mother, mary——who too was evidently a victim of his father's abuse, sometimes cried for nicolas and the abuse he received, but was too weak to stand up for herself and her son. nicolas hid a notebook in a secluded part of his room, creating a hideout for it since every night the butler, by nico's father orders, checked the whole place to make sure nicolas was not hiding anything. the notebook was full of nico's thoughts, them often being directed at wondering how his father would react if nicolas inflicted torture on him, the same way he'd done with him through all these years, or of the little band he formed with a few other students of the conservatory. nicolas did not catch any sightings of slenderman, not before a particularly rough night, where his father found out that a boy, that had attended the same conservatory as nicolas, performed better than him in the exam, achieving first place. that night, mary had to plead her husband to stop beating their own child. later, while staring blankly outside his window room, he saw him. the large figure could have been mistaked for another tree, if it did not had a suit and tendrils. then again two days later, the ringing in his ears getting louder and louder each day that passed. his memory grew glitchy as well. he’d start missing memory of minutes, hours, days, and so on. he would begin talking nonsense about things completely unrelated to the conversations he would have. his mother grew so anxious about his mental health that she decided it would be good for him to talk to a professional about what he was feeling.

nicolas returned home to find his father waiting for him, having found out about his secret hobbies, his diary, and how he had his mother cover for him after beating the answer out of her. soon, while his father dragged him inside the house, nicolas stumbled inside a room as he tried to escape his father, and then, saw his mother's inert body, and that was the last straw. [...] he does not remember much after that, but his memory revives at the moment he's running away, as he approached the streetlight that he could see out his own bedroom window, and he hears police sirens in the distance. then when he turned around and the red and blue flashing lights came rushing down the street, and he ran into the trees. [...] then at the moment he felt a hand on his shoulder. he sharpened his eyes and looked over to see a large white hand, with long boney fingers, resting on his shoulder. nicolas followed the arm that was attached to the hand up to a dark, towering figure. it appeared to be wearing a dark black suit, and its face was completely blank. it towered over nicolas frame as it looked down on him. tendrils reached out from its back. before nicolas knew it, his vision blurred and he heard the already familiar sound of ringing in his ears. then ,everything went blank.

nothing to see here. for now.🦌

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