#nyx writes stuff

[nyxicnymph]

The Man in the Sketchbook

Rating: teen. Pairing: Albedo/Scaramouche|Wanderer

Albedo is empty. He doesn't know what he is missing, what is wrong. All he knows is that he woke up today, and felt like the world was off-kilter. Like he was missing something important that wasn't missing yesterday.

He doesn't solve, or at least come close to solving, the mystery, until a month or two later, when he picks up a sketchbook he'd filled some time ago, one that had ended up discarded for reasons Albedo couldn't seem to remember. Out of curiousity, the kind an artist always feels when presented with their older works, Albedo opens the book.

To his surprise, he finds sketch upon sketch of the same person. A person he doesn't remember.

Dark blue-violet hair with deep blue eyes glare up at him from one of the rare colored sketches, painted in a watercolor style that leaves the unknown man looking nearly unreal, transient even.

Albedo feels a strange sense of longing the moment he lays his eyes on these forgotten sketches.

He tears his eyes away from the drawings of such a captivating stranger- Inazuman, if Albedo has to guess where he might be from- and checks the dates labeled in the front of the book. What he sees causes him to falter. The latest sketches in the book were only about three months old.

Albedo sets the sketchbook down, staring into the wilderness on Dragonspine. There is no way he could have forgotten drawing that many sketches of the same person in that short of a time period. That meant that something had happened, something out of Albedo's control.

He loses himself in that train of thought, draped over a table, another blank page beneath him. When he comes to again, he finds that even if his conscious memory fails him, muscle memory does not. For there lays on what was previously a perfectly blank page, yet another rendition of the same man, with the wide hat and dark veil, and the mysterious, stormy aura.

As Albedo dives further into the mystery sketchbook, he gleans some things. One, the mystery man seems to be cold and sharp, but even he has his quiet and gentle moments. Two, Albedo must have spent quite a bit of time with him, because many of the sketches Albedo is seeing are done in the loose style he uses when he's trying to capture a brief moment for another day's use.

The third thing Albedo realizes, leaves him with a heavy heart.

The man in the sketchbook? Must have been a high ranking member of the Fatui. The insignia is tucked away or nearly hidden in many of the sketches, but there are times where it's in full view, though it's clear that in the past, Albedo had tried to obscure it slightly with messy scratchings of his pencil.

Yet, even now, Albedo draws him. He can't help it. Somehow, drawing the mystery man helps to settle the unease that rests in Albedo's heart, calming whatever has got him feeling so off-kilter.

One day, the Traveler, the Honorary Knight, sends Albedo a letter, asking him if he would be so kind as to pair up with one of their friends for a commission. If Albedo says yes, Traveler will simply send their friend up to him, and the two of them can make their way to Liyue together.

Albedo says yes, of course. Ever helpful and dutiful, and Traveler had promised him some alchemy materials in return, as a fair trade.

The day of this commission approaches, and as Albedo prepares his own gear, he hears the snow crunch behind him. A thud echos behind him, but it's the swearing voice that causes Albedo to freeze and then whip around.

Something about that voice was achingly familiar....

A wide hat, dark blue-violet hair, and deep blue eyes full of storms.

Albedo makes eye contact with the stranger from his sketchbook. For a split second, Albedo sees recognition, panic, and something more flash through the man's eyes. Then he speaks again, brash, and the strange yet familiar sound of his voice tugs on Albedo's heart.

"You must be the Alchemist Traveler mentioned. I'm-"

"In my sketchbook," Albedo interrupts breathlessly. "You're the man from my sketchbook. Well... mostly." As Albedo takes him in, he sees no signs of associations with the Fatui, though that could simply be a disguise.

The man's eyes widen, and he takes a step back. "You... know who I am? You remember?"

Albedo thinks it might be easier to show first, and pulls out the sketchbook once more, opening it to the watercolor image that first took Albedo's breath away. "I must have drawn you a hundred or more times. But I don't remember drawing you- in here, anyway- or who you were to me."

The man seemed to have stopped functioning entirely. "Irminsul... didn't wipe your drawings? You have a record of me from before?" Albedo simply nodded, while the man beside him stepped back, a hand over his eyes. When he spoke again, he sounded choked. "I never thought..."

"Let's start again," Albedo suggested, putting the book away and extending a hand. "Whoever you were before, I don't remember. But I would like to know who you are now, if that is okay with you. Albedo Kreideprinz, Mondstadt's Chief Alchemist."

The man moved his hand, moist eyes searching Albedo's. Whatever he sees must convince him, because he tentatively takes Albedo's hand, and shakes it gently.

"I'm... a simple wanderer these days. But... You used to call me Scara."

It does not escape Albedo that Scara has yet to release his hand. So he squeezes it gently.

"A pleasure to meet you, Scara. Again."

~end~

[kitsunico]

what if hypnos had a boss fight?

[nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms]

Lily as Spring

Associated with the new beginning, birth, renewal, and resurrection. The season of flowers in bloom and trees coming into leaf, that adorn the highest branch and the smallest twig. Nature comes to life in full color - for many species this is the time to have their young.

Lily is named after a flower, just like her sister. Brilliant and vibrant, with a positive mindset and a hopeful heart. She is the mother of the savior of the Wizarding World and she gave him life twice. I like to imagine she had a green thumb and was excellent at herbology as it would go hand in hand with her talent at potions.

spring | summer | autumn | winter | vårvinter

[llumimoon]

@kaseyskat and I have been scheming up this AU since April and the latest episode gave the both of us massive brainworms so we're finally posting about it!!

Welcome to the Perfectly Regular AU <3 It's Scary and Normal centric and takes place shortly after the Hell Arc, it diverges from canon when Scary rejoins the teen's side and Willy decides she's a lost cause, causing him to shift gears into a different plan. Scary notices that Normal's been acting really weird lately- and what's this about homunculi?

Nyx has written the first installment of the AU here please go check it out!! :D

edit: here's part two btw <3

[transmascaraa]

Early mornings with gaming please?

bf!gaming headcannons!

an early morning with your cute boyfriend...

bf! gaming x gn!reader

author's note: of course!! also congrats on being the first one to ever send me a request<3 i'm glad you guys like my gaming works cuz i kinda like them too i gotta admit lol anyways i hope you enjoy this, especially the one who sent me the request!

-every morning with gaming is different, but always has that one something that is exactly the same

-every.

-single.

-morning.

-it's the kisses and cuddles.

-gaming is a really cuddly boyfriend and loves showering you with kisses in the morning.

-so, basically, the moment you wake up, he's kissing you all over because he woke up earlier than you.

-and there are rare cases where he wakes up later than you and you do the same to him as revenge.

-the morning would usually start with:

-"mmh... g'morning... my love..." he would mutter against your neck as he started kissing it softly.

-"morning, gaming..." you'd reply in a rather sleepy voice.

-"mmhow was your sleep?..." he would finally raise his head to look at you, his dearest and most beautiful and precious thing in the world.

-"it was good... what about you?..." you yawned, still feeling a bit sleepy.

-"couldn't be better... guess what? i kissed you on the lips before you woke up~!" he said. how could he not? you looked so peaceful, it was hard not to take his eyes off of you. or your lips.

-"yeah... good to know..." you said, catching him off guard with a kiss on his lips.

-he was blushing.

-as red as a tomato.

-"awh... [name]..." he said shyly, but not breaking eye contact. he loved your eyes. especially when they looked at him so smugly.

-"you're welcome, lion boy." you teased, a smirk on your face.

-"hey!" he laughed and pouted as a joke.

-every morning with him was special, and unique in it's own way.

-but you liked that about him, you had no complaints.

-he didn't either.

-it was like living through the different mornings over and over again, but they all resulted in laughter, smiles, and happiness.

-and of course, not of forget,

-pure love.

~~~~~

i really liked this request and i hope that you, @sharkyblahaj liked it too<3

and everyone else of course lol

thanks for reading 🗣️🗣️

[star-cluster-nyx]

You know what the weirdest part of writing poetry is? It's going back and reading something you wrote months back and going "what tf did i mean with this? What was i on???"

[nyxypoo]

want to write about pussy inspections with endo but knowing me it'll end up the exact same as the takiishi one just with a different name :/

[happi-tree]

⚔️👑 shield and scepter 👑⚔️

Howdy, y'all! So my wonderful mutual @raemeh did this really cool fanart of my royalty Swiftli au (the fic for which can be found here), and I had some little design ideas about them in my wips, so I thought I'd post the two of them here! Thank you so much to everyone who's enjoyed it <333

[yearningaces]

Here’s the drabble. A bit too nervous to put it on my blog so in an ask it goes, enjoy!

You’ve been invited to the family burrow for dinner once again. You talk with the elders, entertain the young’un’s and gossip with the buns your age but after you’ve eaten your fill you begin to feel a familiar drowsiness. Either the food here is really that good or they’re spiking it. You manage to stay awake long enough to get a moment alone on the couch. So soft and plush. Maybe get a little comfortable and move the pillows a little. Get it just right. Closing your eyes for just a minute wouldn’t hurt.

It felt like less than a moment to you but after a while Nyx comes looking for his companion, only to find you softly snoozing on the couch. It does look really cozy. And Nyx does love cuddling his precious predator. Just a minute wouldn’t hurt. A minute snuggled under your arms. You hardly notice him moving your arms to get comfortable, resting his little head on your chest and listening to your heart beating.

You’re in such a deep sleep it’s easy for him to just get lost in the calmness of it. The only thing interrupting the moment being the occasional soft snore. To think, the heart he’s listening to is almost the same size as his head, just beating away inches below him. Slowly and surely, the other buns start getting comfortable around you. Before Nyx can really be left to rest though ma bun needs him to help finish the dishes. Gently nudging him to lead him away, when he tries to slip free of your sleeping grasp he’s stopped, your fingers curling into claws.

For a moment he thought he had woken you up, but looking over at you, you were as asleep as ever. Despite all of this, your hand doesn’t loosen. He tries to more swiftly wriggle out of your hands only to get nowhere, your instincts clasping down on him harder, a low grumble resonating in your throat. He had only heard that a handful of times before. The sound was enough to put Nyx’s family on edge. Was this your unconscious protecting your prey? Your food?

To their surprise Nyx looked completely at ease, he knew what you were thinking about. That growl was one he had only heard when you threatened other predators. One he had only heard while you protected him. He knows he’s safe in your clawed arms. Even fast asleep, you tried to keep him safe.

Being pinned to a predator is a good excuse to get out of doing the dishes though. That’s definitely his excuse for not moving from now on

BRB SCREAMING AND CRYING THIS IS SO PERFECT!!!!

The fear of a predator in his family, the trust Nyx has over being kept safe in his partners grasp, trusting those sounds that once might have terrified him now only make him feel protected and safe im sobbing here!!

I don't wanna add on cause this is your story to shine but absolutely yes 100% you have him nailed thank you

[nyxicnymph]

Once again Dadluc has taken over my brain. I'll let you guys guess the accompanying ship :) (there is a hint to the answer in these three lines)

[cherry-berry-candy]

see my issue with tv theory being true is that there's also like. 70 other things we need to resolve by the end of the next episode (imo)

why was susan twist appearing everywhere? what's the deal with ruby's mother, to whatever extent that will get answered? why was the master vainglorious playing (unless that was just a bad call and rtd/murray thought we just wouldnt think that hard about it? like it was weeping angel theme for zygon statues sort of deal? or it was some sort of bait?)? who is mrs flood? why was there so much susan foreman stuff going on (unless that was also purely a bait)? WHAT IS SUTEKH'S ACTUAL PLAN DURING THE EPISODE THERE ALSO NEEDS TO BE A MAIN PLOT

and then there's things from the trailer. where is this desolate wasteland? how do we get in the (ostensibly) real TARDIS? how do we get there and at a point where ruby and 15 are just like. preparing? on top of being in the memory TARDIS at one point?

do we have time for all of that and for a tv reveal? because that's going to require some Time

[nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms]

Sirius as Winter

The longest and darkest nights of the year are the best time for stargazing - observing the twinkling of constellations in the wast black sky. Shimmering glitter-like snow is both soft and cold to the touch. For the wildlife the freezing weather and scarcity of food often are equal with death.

Sirius, with his steely eyes and sharp tongue, seems cold and - like the stars - distant, almost untouchable. While his name means scorching, he burns in the coldest way - just how touching snow, bare handed, burns. His animagus can be mistaken for the grim - a harbinger of death.

spring | summer | autumn | winter | vårvinter

[phoenixwithapencil]

Me: I’m going to bullshit and lie

Me: …using the required source count…

Me: …and making legitimate arguments…

Me: what a devious plan to fool my teacher into thinking that I know what I’m talking about >:3

[nicodwhw]

sketchbook cover with my new OC Magz <3

[silvr-skreen]

I CAN FINALLY KILL MYSELF /ref

This took a whole weekend, and is the USC version of every single secretary and facility manager (+ the Task Manager as the Boardbot facility manager)

They're at a party of something idfk man I'm tired.

[bi-hop]

I don't really feel like writing much today, so I'm just going to write a scene from uni AU and a scene from loyal spouse ch 2. and then call it a day and fool around