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I have a question.

On Vernon, with the fact that we know she's a literal sadomasocist, (I think I said that right...) I'm just curious as to why or how this may have come up. Had she always been this "messed up in the head," as to say, or did she develop her morbid curiosity from an event that changed her?

Howdy Howdy! Thank you so much for the ask!💞💞 My Laotian ocs always have some aspect on Lao culture and history. So 2 in 1, you also get a very brief history lesson!

Had Vernon always been like this?

I believe she was always like this, some people are born the way that they are, and the environment they were raised in can further encourage or discourage their behaviors. If it wasn't for the circumstances of her environment, she might've had the chance to change.

Vernon is born in 1952, A year before Laos gained its independence as a nation (before that, the French recolonized, and before THAT, the Japanese).

For the first six years of her life, Vernon was raised lucky by all means; Rich family, A loving mother and father, grandparents that doted on her, etc. she was well liked by her peers for being friendly, charismatic, and extremely intelligent.

Vernon always exhibited a certain cruelty in her play as a child. She would rip off limbs of insects and line them up, have lizards drop their tails to look at the inside of it, peel back the skin of hers/other's cuts and scrapes. Vernon's parents disciplined her of course, it's just what some kids did at the time and that was their job to fix that.

It wasn't until 1960, one year into the Lao Civil War, when she first witnessed devastation. It wasn't much, Vernon (8) didn't see anything but the rubble of homes and buildings. But there was a little urge in her that wanted to see if there was anything left in them she could keep.

She was caught digging through the rubble of a neighbor's house. Her parents, were furious. She wasn't allowed to leave their side now, they were worried sick, her behavior was subdued for the convenience of her parents.

Four years later, 1964 Americans were now dropping bombs to fight the communist uprising in Laos. A planeload of cluster bombs dropped every 8 minutes, 24 hours a day. Vernon (12) saw death, the smell of ashes, burning hair and skin, limbs strewn about. She was terrified, but fascinated. It was meat, it used to be a person but now it's nothing but flesh. She wished she could've held it for a little bit, poked it, dissect it.

Her parents were already planning to leave Laos due to the tension from the civil war over the years, but now? They had to move fast, gathering what money they had to go to Thailand and taking a boat to America. They got out within the first 4 months.

Vernon lived a relatively normal life in Sacramento. Excelling in school, having a good group of friends. It wasn't until she landed her job as an Archeologist that her behavior, subdued for years, went haywire. Her job was just an outlet for it.

If you got this far, thank you for reading :D I tend to ramble a lot so if there's anything you'd like for me to clarify feel free to tell me!

#i love her #veomany vernon inthalangsy #vernon i have no mouth and i must scream #cool ocs #amazing art #go follow them

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dejonrat78 · 4 days

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Ngl I thought vernon was chell after seeing her with Am lol

I think it's because of the tank top xD I actually took the outfit inspo from this look Helga Sinclair (Atlantis: Lost Empire) wore!

I hadn't heard of chell until a couple days ago since I don't often dabble in Video Games, but it's a pleasant surprise!

(Plus I just like drawing pretty Ladies in Tank tops lolol)

Phayvanh and Vernon in Tank tops :3

#pretty ladies #vasya ramble #ihnmaims #cod nak #vernon ihnmaims #cool ocs

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dejonrat78 · 5 days

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OMG KRUGERNAK I MISSED THEM also Vernon and AM look sick asf 🔥🙏🏾

UNIVERSE SWAP!

VernonAM (Ihnmaims) + KruegerNak (COD)

🚧WORK IN PROGRESS🚧

Sebastian Krueger + Networked Artificial Knowledgebase (NAK)

Allison "AM" Machnes + Veomany "Vernon" Inthalangsy

#phayvanh nak sotsvahn #sebastian krueger #au swap #i missed them #am i have no mouth and i must scream #this is 🔥🔥🔥

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dejonrat78 · 5 days

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PSA: Fandom etiquette

Please read this/share!!

Hello, my names dejon or whatever else. Today I’m here to once again go through an important reminder to all fandoms.

✨Etiquette✨

For some of the younger ones here or smooth brains, here’s the definition..,

(You understand now? Good!)

To be apart of a fandom doesn’t just mean for you to run around and do whatever. That is not what we do here!

•Artist

Be polite , comment something encouraging or positive about their art. EXP: “I really love the color scheme” or “your Oc’s are so cool!”. (Some may allow for more ‘colorful’ remarks but not everyone )

DO NOT!! Harass artists to draw you or your OC for free, even if you’ve known that person for a long time. They are not obligated to do anything!

It’s okay to talk about an artist’s character but if it’s only ever lustful thoughts, keep it to yourself bud. Promise you that even some nsfw artists don’t wanna hear it.

Tracing is a bit iffy. If you’re trying to improve or find an art style then it’s okay, just don’t post it or claim it’s yours. (I know everyone has their views on this but ya know we’ve all did it at one point)

[ Racism/homophobia/transphobia aren’t welcomed at all! Common sense would tell ya otherwise to not make anyone feel less or uncomfortable! ]

Some artists like to be anonymous, the amount of times I’ve seen family/friends/long time followers find their art page and comment their name is alarming. EXP: “Omg ____ I didn’t know you were so talented!” , if you value privacy don’t do this.

Remember to idk block or scroll if you don’t like (legal) shipping/self-shipping/ OC x canon. It’s been around for decades people! It’s not going anywhere.

Theres a bunch more but I’ll just make a part two later or tomorrow. Remember , don’t be a d1ckhead

#fandom #etiquette #fandom etiquette #this has been a psa #:)

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dejonrat78 · 5 days

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I like to think the spine is CRUCIAL for this body and brain to work, because the vast amounts of information it can technically be information overload on his new, very much vulnerable form and kill him in a way

#ihnmaims am #am i have no mouth and i must scream #cogito ergo sum #he’s cool #:3

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dejonrat78 · 6 days

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VernonAM - Air Conditioning

#i have no mouth and i must scream #amazing art #omg omg omg #ihnmaims #cogito ergo sum

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dejonrat78 · 10 days

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If I didn’t know this was an oc , I’d actually believe she was in the book/game. It’s just too good. I actually love Vernon and hope to see more in the future.

IHNMAIMS OC INTRODUCTION: VEOMANY "Vernon" INTHALANGSY 🏺🔨

Name: Veomany "Vernon" Inthalangsy / ເວອມານີ "ເວີນອນ" ອິນທະລັງສີ

Height: 5'3 (160 cm)

Age: Looks to be around 25-26

Ethnicity: Laotian

Occupation: Archeologist (Formerly)

BACKGROUND

EARLY LIFE:

Born in Savannakhet, Laos, Veomany Inthalangsy moved to America with her parents in the early 1960s during the period surrounding the Vietnam War and Secret War in Laos.

Her parents sought refuge and a better life, settling in a small neighborhood in Sacramento. Veomany, who soon adopted the nickname "Vernon" to blend in.

EDUCATION & CAREER:

Fascinated by history and ancient cultures, Vernon pursued a degree in archaeology. Her academic prowess led her to a promising career, quickly gaining recognition for her work. However, her ambition soon turned dark.

Driven by greed and a desire for power, she began stealing artifacts during expeditions to sell to private collectors and destroying key artifacts to prevent certain historical truths from being uncovered.

Vernon's actions weren't merely for profit; she relished the control she had over history and the secrets she withheld.

AM'S AWAKENING

Vernon was in the Middle East for an Archeological Excavation where an unforeseen catastrophe struck. A violent sandstorm swept through the region, engulfing the archaeological site and separating Vernon from her team.

In the midst of Vernon's excavation, AM's awakening heralded the downfall of humanity. Cities crumbled, societies collapsed, and humanity faced extinction. Amidst the chaos of AM's rampage, Vernon found herself isolated from the horrors unfolding around her.

As the cataclysmic events unfolded, she stumbled upon a hidden chamber within the archaeological site, shielded from the devastation above. In a stroke of luck—or perhaps fate—she was spared from the fate that befell the rest of humanity.

AM'S "MERCY"

AM, omnipotent and omnipresent, took notice of Vernon's unintended survival. Unlike the other humans who had perished in the wake of its wrath, Vernon survived, like a cockroach. It saw her as an intellectual challenge, Vernon's survival introduces an element of unpredictability. And so it kept her alive.

AM decided to exploit her deepest fear: being alone. Unlike the five other survivors whom AM had selected for specific torments, Vernon was condemned to an existence of perpetual solitude.

THE SURVIVORS

AM made a calculated decision not to inform the other five survivors about Vernon's existence. This ensured that not only would Vernon never encounter another human being, but the others would remain oblivious to her plight, intensifying her isolation.

For the next 109 years, AM meticulously ensured that Vernon never encountered another human being. She wandered the labyrinthine halls of the complex, her only companion the oppressive presence of AM.

The five survivors continued their own tormented existences, unaware that another human shared their fate, yet was forever kept apart.

AM occasionally offers Vernon a fleeting chance at human contact, only to snatch it away, deepening her torment.

PERSONALITY

Analytical

Vernon meticulously studies AM’s behavior and environment, trying to piece together patterns that might help her understand or outsmart the supercomputer.

Adaptable

Vernon learns to anticipate AM's psychological tricks and adapts her strategies to mitigate their impact, constantly evolving to withstand new forms of torture.

Empathetic Moments

In rare moments when AM creates illusions of other beings, Vernon shows empathy and care, which hints at her underlying humanity and offers her brief emotional solace.

NEGATIVE TRAITS

Narcissistic

Her belief in her own superiority grows, leading her to see herself as the only worthy human left, which both motivates her survival and isolates her further.

Manipulative

She uses manipulation to navigate AM's traps, whether it means tricking the illusions AM creates or deceiving herself to cope with her reality.

Deceptive

Vernon frequently deceives herself to maintain her sanity, constructing elaborate mental defenses and justifications for her actions

In AM's Complex: Daily Life and Survival

Routine: Vernon establishes daily routines to maintain her sanity, such as specific routes she patrols, exercises she performs, and small rituals that give her a sense of control.

Exploration: She dedicates time each day to exploring new parts of the complex, mapping out areas and noting any changes or potential threats.

Mental Fortitude: Vernon practices mental exercises to strengthen her mind against AM’s psychological attacks, using techniques she has developed over the years.

Record-Keeping: She keeps a detailed journal of her experiences, observations about AM, and any patterns she notices, which serves both as a coping mechanism and a potential tool for understanding her captor.

Coping Mechanisms: To deal with loneliness, Vernon creates imaginary companions or talks to herself, using these strategies to stave off the worst effects of isolation.

Defiance: Small acts of defiance against AM, such as carving messages into walls or sabotaging minor systems, give her a sense of agency and resistance.

Conversations with AM: AM often initiates conversations with Vernon, usually to taunt her or present new challenges. These interactions serve as both psychological torment and a reminder of her captivity. Lately she's been finding comfort in them, Knowing there are some aspects of her knowledge in the ancient world he doesn't know about in his database.

#am i have no mouth and i must scream #aaaaah #i love her #well written #ihnmaims am #mutuals reblogging mutuals #ihnmaims oc #go follow them

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dejonrat78 · 24 days

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I have ZERO clue if you have put this somewhere on your blog before, but what animal would Nak be? Im sure some sort of reptile, but specifically what species?

Howdy Anon! I haven't really disclosed what animal she would be since I always want to make room for people's interpretations and theories about her :) Thank you for the ask! 💞💞

What animal would Nak be? (+ Krueger)

Nak is a Black Mamba (Dendroaspis polylepis) or any type of snake/serpentine really. There are a lot of snake motifs in her design, one being her face paint and chest rig. Snakes are a complex symbol, much like Nak, but they usually mean danger.

Positive Symbolism - healing, wisdom, guardianship, immorality, sensuality

Negative Symbolism - death, destruction, evil, disease, poison.

Krueger is a Harpy Vulture (Harpia Harpyja) or a Bearded Vulture (Gypaetus barbatus). My interpretation of his personality is more in line with these birds since they are not scared of humans, like a dog taking scraps of meat. Vultures usually have a bad correlation in the world, so I like to think that because of this assumption, he would have to try his damnedest in spite of his talent.

Positive Symbolism - luck, happiness in the sacrifice of one's life, Eagerness, Prowess

Negative Symbolism - death, the Underworld, fear.

They're basically this image

#phayvanh nak sotsvahn #sebastian krueger #cod nak #cute #call of duty #your honor they are in love #go follow them

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dejonrat78 · 28 days

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Ya Allah strike these imbeciles down with thunder /aff (sorry I haven't been drawing them much)

Translations:

"Du Schaffst Das!" - German; "You can do it!"

"ສູ້ສູ້! (Su Su!" - Lao; direct translation means "Fight! Fight!" But means "Fight! Don't give up!" In cheering someone on.

#i love them #phayvanh nak sotsvahn #cod krueger #sighs dreamily #not my art #go follow them #🤎

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dejonrat78 · 1 month

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thank you for answering my silly ask, ur answer is perfection.

something funny I noticed about Samis Arabic is that it is a lil...clunky?? like nothing he says is incorrect but it feels like he's translating it from English to Arabic in his head, which makes sense considering he grew up wealthy so he's probably a bit whitewashed. whereas Azur has perfect Arabic, I'd like to imagine him teasing Sami about his Arabic, its weirdly cute lol

one more question! are the cousins Muslim or just grew up with Muslim influence? also I lied its 2 questions, do/did they listen to Arabic music?

sorry if you already talked about this before

Salam, It's good to see you again! I had no idea that Sami's voicelines are like that since I only started learn Arabic a few months ago ;0; so this information is really helpful for me!! Let's get into the questions :D

Are the cousins Muslim or did they just grow up with Muslim Influence?

I think they would be both raised to be Christian (A mix of Orthodox and Catholicism) because of the general religion in Austria during the 80s and 90s (and because I can't find any statistics of Muslims in Austria during that time period + I feel I'm not confident enough in my knowledge of Islam for me to really say)

However I do think that the cousins, no matter how whitewashed they may be, definitely grew up with some Middle Eastern (not Muslim) influence even if they didn't know (In Germany/Austria "Wallah"/ "Mashallah" is used as slang amongst teens) or Their parents (Krueger's Mom, König's Dad) cooking them food from where they're from. (Idk if that makes sense ;0; please feel free to correct me!)

Did/Do the Cousins listen to Arabic Music?

They do now, just a few songs, but they didn't before, because they didn’tknow how to get access to Arabic music because when you search up "Arabic Music" on YouTube or Spotify you get like.. not really songs but more instrumentals .

I like to think Sami was the one who was like "Have you two heard of Sherine? Just listen to Sherine" And they just have her on their playlists at some point :3

If you have any input you believe can be helpful Please feel free to tell me :D as a thank you here's Me going through all seven stages of grief trying to learn Arabic with my friends (They are one of the main inspiration for my headcanon I care about them dearly)

#krueger cod #call of duty modern warfare #not my art #look at those eyes

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dejonrat78 · 1 month

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Please don't forget Armenians

Today is Armenian genocide remembrance day. On april 24, 1915 started mass deportations of hundreds of Armenian intelectuals and community leaders, who were (most of the time) eventually killed. Armenian women and children were systematically r//ed and forcibly converted into islam. There were more than 2 milion Armenians in ottoman empire prior to ww1, 1,5 milion of them were viciously killed. Three millennia of Armenian civilaziation in eastern Anatolis was fully destroyed. Turkey today refuses to acknowledge genocides of christian minorities in early 20th century.

Do you know that mass ethnic cleansing of Armenians in ottoman empire inspired Lemkin to coin the term 'genocide'?

Last year in september azerbaijan allied with turkey initiated a war against Armenia. More that 5000 Armenians were murdered, thousands of Armenia families had to live their ancestrial land to not get murdered. There are hundreds of vids on internet where armenian p.o.w.s are tortured. Recently azerbaijan opened a "museum" displayind dead or dying Armenians and kids were allowed to visit it.

Please educate yourself on Armenian genocide. You can also donate here to help Armenia. Thanks for reading!!

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VASYA IMA FIND YOU!! I WILL FIND YOU!! THIS IS AMAZING!! GENUINELY AMAZING! I remember you talking about some of his scars were from their first interaction, and you put it in!!

The neurons in my brain activated!!

Everything is making sense!! MY BRAINS BEEN FED

PROBLEM CHILD

KruegerNak FIC

TYPE: SET IN KRUEGER'S PERSPECTIVE, just insight into how their initial relationship was starting out.

SYNOPSIS:Before they were dating they were friends, before they were friends they were petty assholes.

WARNINGS: Crude language, Depictions of violence, Nak and Krueger are just Assholes

CHARACTERS: Sebastian Krueger, Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn, Nikolai

WORD COUNT: 1000+

CREATOR NOTES: This is something I wrote while writing Edelweiss (Changing name to be a continuation of Plumeria), it still has some stuff I need to fix but as soon as that's done with, I'll post it :3 as always, the art is done by me!

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"I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!" She shrieks, other unit members prying her off and away from him as she's thrashing about. "Let me go!"

Krueger stood over Nak, his chest heaving with laborious breaths. Blood trickled down from a split in his lip, mixing with the dirt and grime on his face. He was a picture of apathetic victory; battered but unbowed, a smirk playing on his grimy face as he regarded the new specialist trying to claw her way past the unit members holding her back.

His fingers prodded gingerly at the split skin of his knuckles - By now he forgot what they were beating each other for. She had spirit, but she often bites off more than she could chew.

Ignoring the burning feel on his face and possible bruised ribs – because damn that bitch packed surprisingly powerful kicks – Krueger lit up a cigarette and took deep drags, he knew his ass was in trouble as well.

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In the office, Nikolai paced back and forth like a caged animal. His usually cool demeanor seemed to have frayed at the edges.

"Fighting in broad daylight, Again." his tone stern from behind his oak table scattered with undisclosed documents. "You're supposed to be professionals."

Krueger sat nonchalantly on one of those uncomfortable metal chairs they had around here, watching Nikolai's rant impassively through narrowed brown eyes. The cigarette - A new one, perched between his lips was all but forgotten now as ashes threatened to spill onto the floor.

"Of all people Krueger!" Nikolai finally spat out his name like it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "How many times do I have to remind you."

Nak sat neatly, hands in her lap. The woman looked rather pleased with herself despite her disheveled appearance as she listens to Nikolai berate him.

That was until Nikolai shifted is attention to her.

"And you!" Nikolai's gaze snapped towards Nak, Krueger swore he saw her flinch. "You think that childish outburst makes you look tough?".

Nikolai ran a hand through his greying hair, frustration clear on his face. Nak stayed silent, whether it was to save her ass or because she didn't have the right words to say.

Krueger watched from the corner of his eye as her smirk morphed into an irritatingly defiant sneer. He could almost read the silent challenge in her gaze - one that screamed she'd do it all over again if given the chance.

"I was teaching him a lesson," She said to Nikolai. "Your worker should learn to watch his mouth."

Krueger chuckled at her bold retort. He turned to meet her gaze with an insincere smile plastered on his bruised face, "Oh really?" His tone dripped with sarcasm as he leaned back comfortably in his chair, drumming his fingers against the wood.

"I guess next time I should watch out for midgets in whatever jungle you crawled from." He fired back mockingly, shooting Nikolai a glance before smirking at Nak.

If they were going to throw insults now, he wasn't one to back down. "Oh look who's finally learned some big words," he quipped back swiftly.

"You-" Nak stood from her seat, hand pulling him by the collar. "I'll straighten your damn jaw, ຝະລັ່ງຂີ້ນົກ ."

"Enough!" Nikolai stopped them, silencing the room instantly. His vicious stare switched between Krueger and Nak.

She sat back down, cursing under her breath; something in a language he didn't understand. Asian probably.

"I don't give a damn about your petty squabbles," he growled, his icy gaze finally landing on Krueger again with full force of its fury. "Settle it or I will settle it for you."

The threat hung heavily in the room for what seemed an eternity before Nikolai turned away dismissively towards his desk - usually signifying that he was done with them.

Krueger rose nonchalantly from his chair and headed towards the door without so much as another word - no point further provoking the boss today after all. Nak was almost a foot out the door before Nikolai spoke again.

"Phayvanh, you stay."

What a strange name.

"I'm not going," She dismisses. "Nothing wrong with me. you're putting me through something that isn't worth shit."

Krueger listened in stealthily, his curiosity piqued. The stinging pain on his battered face subsided as his interest turned to the squabble he could overhear from Nikolai's office.

"It's not up for debate, Phayvanh," Nikolai snapped back curtly. "Your outburst clearly shows that you need those sessions."

"I can work!" she countered defiantly. "You are fucking making me dead weight!"

"Watch your language," Nikolai's voice turned stern, "You are an investment Phayvanh, and Chimera does not throw away investments lightly. You will go to those sessions."

Krueger chuckled softly against the wall. Oh, this would be fun to watch play out. He could see himself using her rebellious streak for his own amusement in the future.

"Investment? He's not an investment," She didn't need to offer a name for Krueger to know she was talking about him. "I don't need those sessions if you just get rid if him."

Krueger's smirk dropped, replaced by a scowl. The nerve of that little shit. His fists clenched involuntarily before he quickly forced himself to relax.

"He's one of our best."

Krueger felt an odd sense of satisfaction hearing those words from Nikolai.

"Whatever," Nak stood up to leave. "I'll go. Let's see how long it'll take for you to stop wasting your money."

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It's midnight. Quiet other than her footsteps, something he's gotten used to since she got the job a month ago. Sometimes he could hear rummaging in community kitchen. He never bothered to look until now because, who gives a shit?

She doesn't sleep, she doesn't eat. What the hell is she doing?

Krueger sat silently in the dark, he rolled his eyes at himself for even caring enough to consider it. Nak had been quite the nuisance since she got here but her antics were starting to catch his interest.

Tossing his blanket to the side, he sighed and stood up from his bed, deciding impulsively to investigate whatever it was that she was doing this late at night.

He moved silently through the dimly lit corridors, making his way towards the source of the sound. He was aware that he was stalking her like prey in its natural habitat, but a part of him justified it as needing to know what she could be up to.

His footsteps were heavy against the cold stone floor, he saw light flickering under a door down the hallway - the kitchen.

He saw Nak turn sharply towards the direction of the sound he had made, her dark eyes wide in surprise.

Krueger froze momentarily, cursing himself internally for being so careless. He was usually silent in his movements - the fact that he hadn't been careful enough this time irked him immensely.

"Relax," His voice was low, laced heavily with mockery. "It's just me."

For a moment, they locked eyes and then she went back to whatever it was she'd been doing before he came.

Nak tried her best to ignore Krueger and his staring from the table. Her table, he knew that - it was fun to fuck with her.

He got his answer for what she's been doing, though; just making coffee.

Leaning back in her chair, he watched Phayvanh move around as she made the brew.

"You don't sleep much?" He finally broke the silence, curiosity getting better of him.

She replied curtly. "Don't speak to me."

He chuckled at her vain attempt to control their interaction, "So bossy… Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to give orders?" His voice was rich with sarcasm as he rested his boots on the table, blatantly ignoring any boundaries she may have established over 'her' table.

"Why are you here," Nak carefully stirs her coffee with a spoon. The handle looked like it would snap by how tight she was gripping it.

"Curiosity," Krueger replied casually, watching the way she handled her cup. The concentration on her face was a stark contrast to the fiery defiance he'd seen earlier. "It's late and you're always up… thought I might join."

He hesitated momentarily before adding in a softer tone, "And maybe to piss you off, just a tad bit." A smirk played at the corner of his lips as he looked over at her.

"Go fuck yourself," She was going nowhere near that table when he just planted his ass in her seat. "ຝະລັ່ງ."

Krueger's smirk widened at her sharp reply. He was familiar with many languages, though he had to admit the dialect she spoke got lost on him.

"I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that," He drawled out lazily as his eyes glinted in amusement. "Want to run that by me again?"

Nak leaned down to his eye level like she was about to say something. Instead she opted to pouring her coffee on his lap.

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For a split second, he froze in surprise before jumping up swiftly, uttering a guttural curse.

"You little bitch!" Krueger reached for her arm, roughly pulling her towards him to look into her defiant eyes.

"What the fuck was that for?" He spat out through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the burning sensation on his legs.

"I told you to go fuck yourself didn't I?" She mocked, waving her mug in hand. "You should listen to-"

"Do you two you what time it is?"

Nikolai. Great.

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Krueger's attention snapped immediately to Nikolai who now stood at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes flickering between Krueger and Phayvanh as he tried to assess the situation.

"She fucking poured coffee on me!" His grip tightened around her arm.

"He pissed himself." She just stated simply, hiding the mug behind her back. "Must've startled him or something."

Krueger blinked, appalled by her audacity.

"You fucking liar-" He began, but was quickly cut off by Nikolai.

"Enough," The older man barked out sharply, turning his icy glare towards Krueger first before it settled on Phayvanh.

"Why are both of you up this late? And why the hell is there coffee all over my floor?" His intense gaze bore into Phayvanh in particular, as if already suspecting her role in the entire mess.

"Piss." She corrected.

"Fuck you," Krueger growled at her under his breath. His calloused hand still clamped tight around her arm.

"Enough!" Nikolai repeated, exasperated. He sighed heavily and covered his face with a tired hand, "Clean this up and I don't want to see either one of you till sunrise."

With that he turned on his heel and left them alone once again in the dimly lit kitchen.

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Nikolai out of sight, Nak took out the empty coffee mug she hid behind her back.

The sudden bonk on his head caught him off guard. He quickly let go of her arm, and rubbed the back of his head where she'd hit him, meeting her gaze with an irritated scowl. Wasn't enough to seriously hurt him like her punches, but still hurt nonetheless.

"You got some serious fucking issues, you know that?" He snarled at her.

Nak gave him a sidelong glance.

"I could've rendered you a vegetable with that. Consider it my apology," She snagged a rag from the counter. "Only because I feel bad for Nikolai."

Krueger watched her with a guarded expression as he grabbed another rag for himself.

"Wooow, " He couldn't help but quip back sarcastically. Despite everything, he had to admit there was something strangely interesting about Phayvanh's unpredictable disposition. "Such generosity from you is truly overwhelming."

"Hm, You're funny." She notes off handedly, cleaning the floor.

His sarcastic snort echoed in the small shared kitchen, "Yeah, and you're a fucking delight."

TRANSLATIONS

ຝະລັ່ງຂີ້ນົກ (Farang Khi Nok) - Literally translates to "Bird shit foreigner", basically "White Trash"

ຝະລັ່ງ (Farang) - Foreigner, specifically one of European descent. In this context it's used as a derogatory term.

#screaming #krueger cod #sebastian krueger #phayvanh nak sotsvahn #they belong together #i’m going insane #ripping my hair out

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