#Lyra Butterfly

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

Lyra (my Starco child) having a name that fit with the typical Butterfly family theme of being based on celestial bodies was actually purely coincidental in-universe. Star had remembered hearing the name in a movie she and Marco watched once and thought it sounded pretty so suggested it as a name for the baby. Marco was the one who made the connection to the constellation.

The similarity to her ancestor, Lyric Butterfly, is also a coincidence.

[nnalyart]

"Lyra" by Nnalyart

[lyrakanefanatic]

just wanted to drop something off here….

happiness is a butterfly by lana for lyra and grayson

thank you for listening

[lynnlyrae]

Finally managed to finish one of my sketches! This month was a bit rough, and I’m only a few days way from getting my bachelors diploma… but that’s not what I wanted to tell. 

What’s going on in this art? Well, Eirian is one of the protagonists of my (currently unnamed) magical realism setting. Why are there so many butterflies around him? Because it’s an image associated with the soul, its rebirth and transformation and such. 

By the way, the painting to the left from Eirian is "Psyche" by John Reinhard. Psyche, or "soul", has butterfly wings as an important attribute. And I'm also thinking about giving Eirian and Rin, another protagonist in this setting, a dynamic referencing Cupid and Psyche. 

But if butterflies are the soul, then why are they dead? Good question! There is a person in Eirian's life who wants to control every aspect of his life, his every thought and every action. If it seems to you that the room is strange and unsettling, you are right)) Butterflies pinned to cardboard, skeletons, a broken mirror, a low ceiling – all this is not an accidental choice, but a representation of that person’s mindset. 

That’s it, end of a story for now🦋

[fr-thecollectors]

oh?

did i hear that it's transfem dragon share day???

here's some lovely ladies <333

[random-fandom-mania]

Sorry for the Big Compilation

Figured I would just put the bulk of it here so I don’t ping @pastraspec​ too many times for art I already had on Twitter. New stuff in the works, however, haha. Stuff that had WIPs, I’ll do separately. Personal preference, sorry, haha.

Mortimer.

I need to make a version of this one with something more befitting, haha. I’ll look for cool spooky attire later.

[hannamadethese]

the elemental cousins

[saturngalore]

saturngalore’s cc recommendations for fat sims: necklaces (part one)! 🪐

as a fat simmer that makes majority fat sims i am ALWAYS struggling to find cc that properly fits my sims especially necklaces! i personally have found that short necklaces that stay in the upper chest area usually don’t distort and/or cut into my sims regardless of their size so here are couple of necklaces recommendations as requested by @angstydiaz! im so sorry this took so long 😭 but i hope this helps anyone making/styling fat sims and thanks for the request!! lemme know what y’all think or if you want more recommendations for fat sims <3

one ~ kaia necklace / two ~ butterfly necklace / three ~ elephant boho charm necklace / four ~ star sign necklace / five ~ ethereal necklace / six ~ lovey-dovey necklace / seven ~ solar necklace / eight ~ lyra necklace

extra info below!

btw, my model sim zahara is one of my largest sims so hopefully these recommendations can accommodate most fat sims! i made zahara with the night lady body preset with max weight and you can see her side profile above for reference. i also used sliders to make my her bigger so please check out those and the body preset that i have all mentioned in my resource list if you want to achieve a similar effect with your own sims. i also strongly urge that all cc creators to be more mindful and proactive when they are making cc rather than just only making cc with default skinny sims in mind. tysm for reading 🙏🏾

[reyreadersblog]

"A duel my love?"

Pairs: Lyra x Grayson, Lyrason.

Warnings: swords, fighting.

AN: this is basically set after TGG, also i am writing in first person because i phisically can't write in third person and i'm sorry if it's not your cup of tea, also sorry if it's too corny😭🙏🏻

Tags: @reminiscentreader @lxvebelle @jkriordanverse @f4iry-bell @dutifullysparklyphilosopher @two-braincells-in-total @wish-i-were-heather @whatsamongus @lyrakanefanatic

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LYRA'S POV:

If you'd told me a year and a half ago that today i'd be standing in front of the opening gates of the Hawthorne mansion with my boyfriend, Grayson Hawthorne beside me, i'd laugh at your face and praise your imagination.

Oh, well...you know what they say, only time can tell.

To say the house is huge is an understatement, it's enormous. Until now i had only seen it in magazines and social media.

A few weeks ago Avery Grambs, a Hawthorne heiress and Grayson's brothers insisted that i visited them with Grayson.

"you need to visit us at the mansion, i'll be your guide" Avery said.

"yeah, you're part of the family now" Xander winked at me.

I am part of the family now.

I am part of the family now.

I am part of the family now.

I repeated that sentence few times in my head and smiled to myself.

"Lyra" a voice called behind.

"Lyra" a voice, his voice.

"Huh?" I blurted out.

"Lyra, are you okay sweetheart?" Grayson stood in front of me caressing my cheek, looking a bit concerned, I melted into his touch.

I took his hand in mine and smiled at him.

"I'm alright, i just...zoned out a bit"

Grayson smiled back at me, and i could swear everytime he smiled, i felt days of my lifetime taken out of my body. It was killing me.

Then suddenly it hit me.

"Oh, wait i forgot to take out my luggage!" I panicked.

Grayson chuckled and i felt kind of embarrased.

I'm sorry mister but i'm just getting used to this lifestyle.

"You don't have to worry about them, i told the valet to take it to our room" when he said "our" i felt something in my stomach.

Was i having butterflies?

Jesus, we've been dating for almost a year and he still found a way to make me anxious (in a good way).

"Are we going to meet them inside?" I asked.

"Yes, but before i want to show you something"

"Show me what?" I arched an eyebrow.

He took my hands and kissed them.

"You'll see, i just need you to follow me" and so i did, i followed him. First thing i saw was a giant fountain and two paths, splitting of in both directions. The great garden had everything: Brenches, flowers, bushes, fountains and...a hedge maze.

"Where exacly are we going?" I asked him, following his every move.

"You're not usually this impatient" he told me, ignoring the question, slightly smiling.

"Well, i don't know, what if you're kidnapping me?" I teased him.

"I know better than to kidnapp Lyra Catalina Kane"

I watched his every move and every turn...and it would be a lie if i said i didn't stare at his muscles which you could see even when he wore his armors.

Right turn. Left turn. Forward. Left. Right.

Every once in a while he'd turn his head and look at me, i don't know if this was his way of adoration or his way of making sure i was right by his side.

"We're here" Grayson said.

Finally we arrived at what i guessed would be the center, a large square area. I don't know what i expected, but it wasn't this. And then i saw Grayson kneeling, touching something undernearth the grass and all of a sudden i felt ground shaking.

I stepped closer and i saw a steel compartment embedded in the ground, about six feet long, three feet wide and not that deep. I looked in Grayson's direction, he was holding something metal.

A sword.

I laughed. a shocking laugh.

This i didn't expect at all.

"Longswords" we both said at the same time.

I knelt down to hold it.

"Careful, they're heavy" Grayson warned me and i rolled my eyes at him.

It was indeed heavy, about 3 feet long, with a T- shaped hilt.

I brushed my hand through the hard metal.

"Type Xll, sword of the early middle ages, grete swerdes"

Grayson smiled at me and he looked..proud.

"A duel my love?" I asked him.

"No" he said without hesetating.

"What? Why?" I asked confused

"Lyra, i've been practicing sword fighting ever since i turned 6, my grandfather made sure i knew every technique and i don't want to-"

"Ohhhh..so that's what this is about..you think of me as a low oponent, i'm guessing me telling you the history of this sword wasn't enough to make you believe how skilled i am, huh?" I chuckled

"I just don't want to hu-"

Swing.

I swung at him aware of every muscle in my body and his.

He avoided it, and now our blades made an "X".

"Try me, asshole" i said smirking.

Grayson smiled softly. Everything about it was dangerous.

Grayson stepped forward and we both swing the sword at the same time.

Nice stance, he needs to work more on his reflex though.

But he isn't showing his full potential. He is going easy on me.

I knew it, sword fighting has always been one of my passions and i hated when people underestimated me.

My sword touched his.

Winning against Grayson is going to be easy, all i need is control and balance.

One of the main rules of sword swinging was to never look into an oponent's eyes more than 2 seconds, always pay attention to the sword and the way your oponent moves.

Yet i could't take my eyes away from his.

Ever since we started dating, i'd look into his eyes and i could swear every day they were different shades. One day they'd be grey like the ashes, the second day they'd be blue, but not like the sky, like the pool he swam in at nights.

Concentrate. I remind myself.

I take a step back..and lost the balance.

That's what happens when you act stupid.

Before i fell, Grayson caught me with one hand.

His hand. My waist.

We both laughed softly, his hot breath on my mouth.

And then i kissed him. Hard and fast.

Both of us melt in this kiss.

And i could feel him slowly loosing control.

He lowered sword, his other hand traveling from my cheek to my neck, softly grabbing my hair.

And then i pulled away, sweeped my leg, turned around and swung at him again.

"Your grandfather didn't teach you to never be swayed by a sexy woman?"

Grayson opened his mouth to say something and suddenly stopped.

"Your arm- You're bleeding Lyra" Grayson panicked.

I looked at my left arm, i was indeed bleeding.

How did this happen?

He came closer to look at my arm. He looked very worried.

"Gray, it's just a scratch-"

"Just a scratch Lyra? This is an injury, we need to go back, i'll fix you up"

Grayson Hawthorne would destroy the world before he'd let anything or anyone hurt me. So there was no point in going against his will right now.

"Okay, but i'd really like to continue this later"

"Sword swinging, or the kiss?" He knew what he was doing.

I smiled as he pulled me in for a kiss.

I knew we were going to do anything like that in a hedge maze but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to.

Grayson pulled away.

"Lyra-"

"I know, i know, let's get back to the mansion."

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[kanekoii]

luxiem + confessing their love!

lyra’s notes -> yes i have a different banner for luxiem posts what about it

pairing -> luxiem x gn! reader (separate)

genre -> scenario, fluff

song -> don’t wake me up - jonas blue & why don’t we

warnings -> not established relationship, lowercase intended

IKE EVELAND •

he tries to make it romantic and special, since he sees a confession of love to be something not only intimate but something that doesn’t happen all too often. maybe it’s on a cold and rainy day, sharing an umbrella that ike decides he’s done waiting and keeping these feelings in the back of his head. it would be best written in a letter, he decided. of course, it’s old fashioned, but the novelist is naturally inclined to express his feelings in a letter. it would be folded with the most skilled of hands, left on your desk to be read when you had the time. the letter would be written beautifully with elegant and gentle handwriting, signed at the bottom with his beautiful cursive signature and a blue heart next to it.

LUCA KANESHIRO •

the mafia boss also tries to be classy about it despite his rough nature. it would likely be on a cool autumn day, the kind of day where the cold wind is harsh, feeling as if it’s biting your very skin. luca would give you his large jacket, brushing it off as him not wanting you to get cold. though, the more you pried, the more he told you. much unlike his usual, more secretive self, luca told you everything that day amongst the falling leaves tinted with warm colors. amidst the cold gusts of wind contrasting the warmly colored falling leaves was a shared confession of love and commitment. a whisper to one another meant only for the other to hear, a confession so intimately romantic and deeply personal that it felt it had to be hidden from the world.

MYSTA RIAS •

mysta chooses to be more playful with his confession. his love for you is a sacred thing, but why would he be so insanely serious about something that makes him happy? it would be the middle of spring on a warm day, the detective would take you on a small picnic. butterflies fluttered delicately around the both of you, gliding along the warm air. it was the kind of warm that’s just perfectly comfortable enough and leaves one feeling drowsy and longing for a nap with a loved one. mysta, in this case, was said loved one. when you rested your head on the detective’s shoulder, he couldn’t be happier. his gentle confession of love was whispered so as to not wake you. little did he know, you were listening the whole time. a gentle kiss on his cheek was your response to his hushed, half asleep confession.

VOX AKUMA •

this confession would happen in the middle of winter. the demon was trying his best to take care of you and keep you warm, but all you wanted to do was play in the snow. he eventually folded and went out into the cold with you to play with the fresh, powdery snow. the way you looked up at him, hair dusted with flecks of snow and ice, nose turned a blush color (if that applies to your skin tone, if not then ignore that), eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement. the confession that followed wasn’t remotely planned or even really intended, but vox just couldn’t resist telling you how much he loved you right then and there. in the powdery snow and bitterly cold air were you and vox, laughing and giving affirmations of love.

SHU YAMINO •

the sorcerer is by far the most nervous one of the group. he doesn’t exactly think he’s very cool or anything of the sort, so the fear of being rejected by you loomed over him until the last moment. it would be a warm summer night, one of those nights where there’s some sort of excitement in the very air around you, even inexplicably so. you would be looking at the stars with him, telling stories, joking, anything to channel the energy in the atmosphere. it would be a few moments after you fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence. shu’s hand would find its way to yours, holding it softly with such care it was almost as if you were but an illusion that could disappear if he got too close. his confession would be a sleepy one, staring out at the stars. he’d gift you every star in the universe if he only could. you never let go of his hand that night.

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

I think most people have Star’s kids call River “Grandpa”, but basically ever since I came up with my one Starco kid, Lyra, I’d just imagined her calling River “Papa”, pronounced the same way we hear Star say it a few times. Effectively it was just the result of the baby, when she was first learning how to talk, following her mother’s lead when it came to what certain people were called.

It did lead to some confusion during the time before people realized that Lyra as a baby/toddler used “Papa” for River and “Dada” for Marco, but that was eventually cleared up. 

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #73

*Harry & Ted playing 2 truths and a lie with Tom & Knights of Walpurgis*

Harry: It’s my turn again? Ok Umm…I didn’t learn how to swim until I was eleven, I’ve never been to South America, and I’m an unregistered animagus.

Ignotus Avery (frustrated): Bloody hell! Why are these so difficult?! I believe all of these!

Harry: How are they difficult?

Alyxander Mulciber: After hearing you out raced a dragon on a broomstick anything goes at this point.

Lyra Burke: Oh, I do believe you are an animagus! That would make so much sense, wouldn’t it? How else are you able to slip away so often without being noticed? What’s your form?

Abraxas Malfoy: That’s not part of the game, Lyra.

Lyra: New game! Let’s try and guess Evans’ animagus form, every wrong guess you have to drink but if we get it right Evans has to down the rest of the bottle! And we get to ask you questions!

Harry: Alright, sure.

Lyra: Is it aquatic, amphibious, reptilian, or mammal?

Harry: None of the above. Drink.

Druella Roiser: Avian?

Harry: No, though it can fly. Drink.

Thaddeus Nott: Is it an insect?

*Harry nods*

Theodore (stunned disbelief): It’s a bloody cockroach, isn’t it?

*Harry passes bottle to Theodore*

Harry: Drink up, Ted.

-3 bottles & a half of Fire whiskey later-

Abraxas: -hic-I’m telling’ ya, he’s gotta be a blue morpho-hic- I’m a thousand present positive of it-hic

Walburga Black: Shhh, please! I insist that he’s lying. He’s a liar, Abraxas, he’s been lying about the whole thing tryin’ ta get us-hic-smashed. He’s got it written on his hand 🤚

Lyra: I think-hic- if I was a animagus I’d like to be a butterfly 🦋. It-hic-reminds of the Taoist philosopher Zhuangzi—

Harry (still mostly sober): Are you not going to guess, Riddle?

Tom: Oh, I wouldn’t dare presume.

Harry: That’s no fun. C’mon, don’t be a chicken.

Tom (unable to ignore the challenge): Fine, Evans. Let me think about it… An insect that can fly, it’s blue, is found commonly in gardens, but is not native to the British isles. Is it bigger or smaller than a knut?

Harry: Smaller.

Tom: And what country is it native to?

Harry: Australia.

Tom: What does it eat?

Harry: Mostly aphids.

Tom: Then it’s a pest controller…

Harry: Give up?

Tom: Do you? If I get it right you’ll have to down half a bottle of Fire whiskey in one go, Evans.

Harry: I don’t think you’ll get it right. You’d never guess it.

Tom: How about a wager, Evans, between just you and I? I get it wrong and I’ll write one of your essays for you, any subject, any length…

Harry: I’m listening.

Tom: But if I get it right, I get a kiss. Right here (taps lips)

Harry (laughing): You know what, fine. Sure Riddle. If you think you can guess it without asking another question.

*Tom whispers his answer in Harry’s ear & its right.*

Harry:

Oh shit!

[swanimagines]

BUTTERFLY | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: You find your presumed dead little brother from The Nest when you come to search for your lost pendant.

Stars were bright tonight. You, Kaz and Jordie laid on the roof of your home, taking turns to watch the stars through that little telescope Da had brought from his trip to the town. It was late, Da probably would have wanted you to sleep already. But you would take the responsibility if needed, your brothers were far too endeared about all the constellations and galaxies so you’d stick to their bedtime. You had taken a few throw blankets and pillows with you as you stared at the sky, and you had to admit that it was a good bedtime story of sorts to look at the stars.

It was quiet, a slight breeze blowing through the fields around you, rustling the leaves and occasional crickets chirping being the only sounds there. And of course, you three talking to each other, you teaching astronomy to them. Kaz was wide eyed with wonder, trying to decipher how big the world actually was. He laid in between you and Jordie, his little hands on his belly as his eyes roamed the sky.

“I like the Big Dipper,” Kaz giggled. “It looks like a boiler.”

“Yeah, I guess it does look a little like a boiler.” You smiled and Jordie chimed in.

“See that bright star over there?” Jordie pointed at the twinkling light in the sky. “That’s Vega, it’s part of the Lyra constellation. One of the brightest stars in the sky. It’s about two and a half times as big as our Sun and isn’t very far away from us.”

Kaz looked at it through the telescope, his mouth forming a little “o” as the new information settled into his mind. The boys talked for a while and you listened to them, feeling happy that you had managed to plant your love for astronomy into them.

After they quit talking for a moment, you shared yet another fact. “Did you boys know that some stars aren’t actually stars? They are planets. Some are a dozen times bigger than our own planet.”

“Really?” Kaz asked, and you smiled a little more, nodding.

You laid in silence for the next few moments, before you felt something falling down on your shoulder and looked down, seeing Kaz fast asleep. You glanced at Jordie who took the hint, crawling back to the roof hatch with his pillow and blanket, as you scooped Kaz up and carefully carried him through the hatch. Jordie returned to collect the rest of your pillows and blankets, and you tucked Kaz into the bed, kissing his forehead before you stood up, keeping guard that Jordie, too, would go into bed. And after he was under the covers as well, you sat beside his bed, but he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a baby, I don’t need to be kissed goodnight,” he playfully scoffed and you pouted.

“Too bad,” you chuckled and pressed a kiss on his forehead too, causing him to rub it away.

Then, you left his bedside and made your way over to your own bed in your own little nook behind the curtain, falling asleep not long after.

Kaz Rietveld sat alone under the bridge, with his mind all meddled up, flashbacks consuming his mind. Just hours earlier, he had done the impossible and swam to the shore using his dead brother as a raft, knowing that no one would wait for him at the shore - you probably thought he’s dead too and had left the area.

The ground was cold and wet, blankets had been taken away and only your necklace had been left behind - only evidence they had ever been here. Even so, it no longer felt like The Nest. Maybe better so, Kaz thought as he hugged his knees tighter, watching the canal water flow in front of him. Your necklace clung in between his fingers, the butterfly pendant bringing a memory of your bright smile into his mind, when you had seen it for the first time.

"You like it?" Da had asked as he helped to clasp it around your neck while you fingered the pendant with a wide smile.

“I love it.” you replied as you spun around, your eyes shifting to your brothers as you opened your arms for them, and soon you all had been hugging.

Kaz had no idea where to go from here, what to do - he only knew he wanted to find Jakob Hertzoon and make him and all those who helped him pay. But he needed a plan, a good one, and he wasn’t in a state to do it alone. Not yet, at least.

He saw a shadow being cast over him and slightly flinched as he looked up, seeing a girl stopping a little way from him. It took him a moment for him to glance at your face, and then his eyes widened when he realised it was you - his sister.

“Kaz?” you gasped, taking quick steps toward him, and he stood up as your smile spread into your whole face and tears glistened in your eyes as you lurched forward, enveloping him in a tight hug. “You're alive!”

Kaz let out a sob as he threw his own arms around you, clinging into you and never wanting to let go. He knew he needed your comfort, your warmth, you kissing the top of his head and telling him everything would be alright. You'd tuck him to bed tonight and give him a kiss on his forehead, moving to sit against the wall so he could be splayed over your lap, and you would be stroking his hair until he fell asleep. Just for a moment, he'd feel at home, he would feel comforted, this nightmare wouldn’t look like more than that. A nightmare, his will to have vengeance would be pushed further on. Because for tonight, the growing darkness inside him could wait.

But then your touch started to burn his every sense, flashbacks to rotten flesh invading his mind and he pulled back from you, pushing you away harshly. You stumbled back with a frown as Kaz started to rub his skin in order to make that disgusting feeling go away.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, seeing Kaz just staring at the distance, breathing heavily. His flashbacks just went on, he smelled rotten flesh, felt it below his fingertips, he was pushed under water - it was Reaper's Barge all over again. From the haze, he saw you trying to reach out for him again and he recoiled back.

"Don't. Don't touch me," Kaz said, his voice shaking as he backed away from you. You retreated your hand, your mouth opening and closing a few times, but you ended up not saying anything. A cold breeze blew through the alley, and Kaz shivered, his clothes weren’t exactly the best ones for a weather like this.

“Saints,” you mumbled, immediately taking off your coat and gently laying it on Kaz’s shoulders, and Kaz immediately welcomed the warmth. You buttoned it up, careful not to touch Kaz and then nodded behind you. “I’ve managed to get a small room from Eighth Street. Mrs. Drom surely will want to take you in too, she’s been a big help during… these days I’ve thought I lost you both.”

Kaz eyed you for a moment before scoffing. “Didn’t you learn anything from Hertzoon?”

You sighed. “Mrs. Drom isn’t like him. She took me in because she saw I’m cold and shivering. I help her around her shop and she pays me with kruge, and in addition to that, I get to live in her guest room.”

Kaz stared at the ground, remembering how Hertzoon had also felt like he’s too good to be true. But at the same time, he knew he didn’t have much choice, the streets could be dangerous for a little boy like him. He needed to gather strength to have his revenge, to have a plan how to have that revenge, how to find Hertzoon and all those who helped him.

“Fine,” he muttered, handing your pendant to you. “But just for a little while.”

He already knew he couldn’t tell anything about his plans to you. You’d try to talk him out of it, and as much as he loved you, he knew you wouldn’t understand what he had lost. Apparently, he couldn’t even touch you anymore, he couldn’t cuddle up to you in need of comfort. He knew you’d be disappointed when he’d show the bubbling darkness inside him eventually - and somehow, he knew he had to become something you would be scared of once he would grow up.

But for now, he should go with you. Let you be his big sister for some days, or maybe weeks more. Maybe he’d even find some comfort within you, but eventually, he’d have to abandon his old life to be completely reborn…

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[lynnlyrae]

Breaking out of ✨yet another✨ artblock with something new~

and of course it’s something blue seems I really can’t escape this color lol

[starrbee]

My NSS peice for @the-painted-siren !!!

I drew Lyra drinking tea! I tried to make the butterfly look like Lloyd and used the symbolic flower given to me (Stargazer Lillies) to create a border! I am quite proud of this! I feel a bit sad I didn't capture the full outfit, but I really like what I've done!

[pheoblitz]

Aym the seagreen swallowtail butterfly.

It is the woman, the myth, the legend, Aym. Aym is a self assured and fairly self sufficient drow. She met Nym over 7 years ago when he had first lost his memories. She named him, saved his life, and traveled by his side for ages as she worked on fulfilling her own personal quest. Always trying to get Nym to settle down somewhere safe, but he refused too, wanting to stay with her as he respected her deeply as a person and leader. Lyra thinks Aym has great promise and hopes to see her oneday become a great drow leader and soldier. Unbeknownst to most others however, she is not a follower of the same god. She believes in a forgotten god of the hunt. Though she keeps this mostly to her self. The only other who really knows is Lanae. Who disapproves deeply, but does not want to call out her once closest friend. Aym respects her choice to end the friendship and more so the fact she had the courtesy not to call Aym out. Aym now travels with her scouting group while trying to finish her quest and waiting to see if Nym will ever return.