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[keeperthemultiversemom]

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[thelov3lybookworm]

You Deserve Better (epilogue)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

a/n: Thanks to everyone who followed along with this series. It has been a journey. Anyways, this one is pure fluff. And azzie got his happy ending too, what more could I ask for.

•○🌑○•

3½ years later.

As Althea entered the living room, she wondered what the kids and her husband were doing. Hopefully not getting into any trouble. But by the sounds of their screams and squeals, she wasn't really sure about that. Silas, her cat, was nowhere to be seen as well.

She smiled. Silas had become somewhat of a mother hen the moment Althea's sons were born, always keeping an eye on them, even though he was really young himself.

As she stepped out onto the porch, she found the source of all the squealing.

Aidan, the older of the two, and Kaden, the younger one, were stumbling around in the snow, Casteel chasing after them and pretending to lag behind. They looked absolutely adorable, with the kids' faces barely visible through their heavy jacket that came up to their jaws, a knitted hat on their head and gloves on their hand. She wanted to just pick them up and squeeze them.

Then Casteel glanced at Thea and grinned, before picking the kids up, their legs kicking around. Casteel murmured something in their ears, making them look at Althea and giggle. She knew why. She had told them to not play in the snow, because they could get sick. But of course no one listened.

They began running towards her as soon as Cas set them down. She settled on the edge of the porch next to Silas, who was lazily staring at the boys. Aidan reached her first, throwing his tiny hands around her neck, nearly making her tumble back from the force.

"Sorry mama! We wanted to play with daddy."

She just pecked his nose when he pulled away, before running back towards his father. Kaden was a little less enthusiastic in his endeavours. Walking up to her and smiling.

"Mama? Can we make a snowman? You promised me." He asked, standing between her legs, a hopeful look in his eyes.

He was the the calm one, where Aidan was the talkative one. Both of them were talkative when alone with their parents, but when out, they would only talk when spoken to. But even then, Kaden would try to hide behind his parents when Aidan would blabbering about anything he could think of.

And despite being the complete opposite in everything, they were the best of friends.

"Hmm. We could make one... but don't you want to wait for Nyxie?"

"He's coming?!"

"Yes." She smiled. "Uncle Rhysie told me they were coming here today."

He gasped and ran off to where Aidan was trying to throw snowballs on Casteel which were disintegrating before they were even out of his tiny hand. He paused, turning to Kaden, and a yay was heard.

The three of them continued playing there, Althea occasionally chiming in to help the kids attack their father, but otherwise just running her fingers through Silas's fur, who purred.

Soon, the Inner Circle started appearing outside the barrier, and, as predicted the kids started running towards their cousin Nyx. As Rhys picked up Aidan who had run upto him, Cassian grabbed Kaden, who was lingering back by Nyx's side. He laughed, walking up to Althea with the child squirming in his arms, giggling.

Althea hugged her Cassie before turning to Rhys, and then, Azriel. He hugged her as well, smiling. Then, Gwyn, his wife, also hugged Althea. As the family finished their reunion, Kaden again started begging to build a snowman.

"Ask uncle Cassie. He is the best at making a snowman." She crouched next to him.

"How do you know?" Rhys narrowed his eyes. Althea and Cassian shared a knowing grin, beginning to gather snow for the snowman along with the kids.

•○🌑○•

"Hey, psst, Thea!" Thea looked up from the paper that she was drawing on. Cassie stood in the doorway to his room. He motioned for her to come in, which she did, though suspicious. It was nighttime, and soon her mother would come to tell her to go to bed.

"What?" She asked as he closed the door behind her. He crouched in front of her, whispering.

"I want you to listen and only speak when I'm done, okay?" When she nodded, he continued, "So you know how Rhysie, Azzie and I do a snowball fight right? We're going to be doing that in a few hours. Okay? And i want you to help me by hiding and making snow balls for me. I'll give you candies."

"Candies are not enough."

"Then what do you want?" When she shrugged, he sighed. He thought for a few moments before speaking."I will take you on a trip to the biggest mountain nearby."

Althea pretended to think, even though inside she was giddy. She had wanted to go to a mountain, but her mother wouldn't allow it. There was one more thing that she wasn't allowed to do though. "That, and you'll also have to play with me in the snow as well as build a snowman. Only then will I agree."

Cassian frowned. She shrugged and turned around. When he caught her shoulder to stop her from leaving, she grinned as she knew she had won. "Your mother is going to kill me, but fine. But you can't tell anyone about this, though." She nodded eagerly, Cassian sighing and opening the door for her.

The next morning she was woken up by Cassian shaking her. He had an hour atleast till the other boys woke and came down to play. They would start in advance.

Soon enough, they started playing, and, as expected, Cassian won. A few hours later, after lunch, Cassian took Althea to the mountain, making the excuse that they'll 'just be flying around the place' when Althea's mother asked about it.

The whole day they played in snow and made snowmen on the mountain. Sliding around on the ice and laughing like maniacs. Cassie even built a makeshift castle for Althea and gave her a stick to attack him with, him being the monster that was trying to conquer her kingdom.

When they returned, they didn't answer any questions asked.

It's safe to say that Cassian won for over a decade with Althea's help and then flew her to a secluded place, letting her do anything she wanted to do and the things that her mother wouldn't allow her to.

•○🌑○•

Althea grinned as the kids jumped around in happiness, now declaring they wanted their own different snowman.

Cassian and Althea made their way back to the front porch where the Inner Circle was sitting Rhys and Azriel fuming, Gwyn and Feyre shaking their heads. Nesta had Silas lounging on her lap, right next to her swollen belly.

"I always wondered how he improved from being a shitty player so much that he won for straight fifteen years." Azriel muttered.

"Hey!" Cassian shoved his shoulder.

They soon went into the warmth of the house to drink some hot chocolate and rest.

•○🌑○•

Taglist: @bubybubsters @act1839 @we-were-beautiful

[kaseyskat]

Hiiiiiiii Nyxie, hope you're doing well 💙💙💙 For the kiss prompts, how about either 1 or 18 with lovesong, pretty please? Or both, if you feel like smashing 'em together somehow :DDD

(#1: a kiss good morning, #18: a kiss for encouragement)

(this is set as an AU in our silly little supernatural au! featuring: werewolf sparrow, demon nick, and their teenage fling <3)

~~

For all that he basks in the night and feels more alert when the moon is out, Sparrow always manages to wake up early.

It's not always a bad thing. As a kid, this meant he could drag Lark out of bed with him to watch the sunrise, sneak around the house while their father watches the sunrise, have the entire day ahead of them. Besides, they weren't allowed outside in the forest at night- too dangerous, their parents said, even if they didn't always listen.

Now, though, it means he wakes up warm, comfortable. There are wings wrapped around him, and when he was sleeping his own tail had come out, curled around their intertwined legs.

Nick is still sleeping, snoring softly into Sparrow's hair, and Sparrow's head is tucked into his chest, where he can hear the pulsing of Nick's heartbeat. It's comforting, the steady drum, the way each beat falls in tune with the way his partner breathes, slow and deep.

Sparrow might be in love.

He doesn't know how long he sits there, happily curled around Nick, still and quiet and listening to his partner breathe. He could sit here forever, he thinks, despite how much energy he usually has.

Eventually, though, Nick stirs, his wings pulling Sparrow a little closer as he slowly returns to the waking world. "Mm... hey baby, you awake already?"

Sparrow just hums, nuzzling his face a little bit further into Nick's chest. He's already so warm, and the warmth only increases when he feels Nick press a gentle kiss to his forehead, and then another closer to his hairline.

For a moment, they lay together, both awake but still sharing the same breath, the same space. At some point, Nick brings one of his hands to pet at Sparrow's cheeks, and Sparrow nips at his fingers each time they get too close to his mouth, his tail wiggling in the blankets.

"Okay, Sparrow, I'm hungry," Nick finally says, and he tries to gently tug away, his wings shrinking back into his form. "Come on, you gotta let me go."

"I'm not ready to get up yet," Sparrow whines, and he clings a little harder, his hands making small tears in the fabric of Nick's sleeping shirt. "You can't make me."

Nick just snorts, and then he's sitting straight up, pulling Sparrow into his lap. Still, Sparrow doesn't let go, merely remaining boneless in Nick's grip, pliant against his chest as he buries his nose into Nick's neck.

"You're lucky you're so cute," Nick grumbles, but he's still petting Sparrow's hair in the way he knows Sparrow likes the most, their legs still all entwined. "You know, for some reason, I never imagined werewolves to be so clingy."

"They're not," Sparrow snorts, and he turns his head just enough to brush his lips against the skin of Nick's neck, relishing in the way his heartbeat spikes. "I'm the exception."

"Lucky me then," Nick teases, and his breath hitches a little when Sparrow kisses his neck again, his teeth barely grazing skin. "Sparrow, baby, come on, we can cuddle all you want after getting something to eat-"

"-promise?" Sparrow whispers.

"Promise," Nick repeats, and he squirms a little. This time, Sparrow's grip falters, and he's able to worm his way forwards, sliding away from Sparrow. The loss of his warmth is devastating, but as Sparrow unconsciously whines, Nick just smiles, leaning forwards to kiss him.

It works. Sparrow reluctantly slides out of bed, shivering as the might of the winter's morning hits now that he's not tangled up in blankets and Nick's arms. "You better keep your promise," he grumbles, folding his arms over his chest as his tail curls around his own legs.

"Have I ever broken a promise to you in my life?" Nick teases, and he takes Sparrow's hand, guiding him out of the bedroom and into the empty house.

Sparrow already misses being in Nick's arms, but as Nick pulls him to his side in the kitchen, he thinks he could get used to this.

[nyxsomnia7]

L'Manburg Lovers (Tommyinnit X Reader)|| Chapter 1- “Simping” Gets You Somewhere

“Good afternoon, mornin’, night y buenas tardes, buenos días, buenas noches, whatever Chat! We’ll start doin’ stuff in a few minutes and as always I’ll try to read Chat and answer any questions.” I said, smiling to my camera and waving as Chat comments came flooding in; mostly people asking how I was doing and saying hi.

“I’m doin’ pretty okay, thanks for askin’ Chat! Better now that I’m here, with y’all, and we gonna be checkin out this world I’ve been working on for a while! Sound good, guys?” Chat spammed POG and my personalised “Les GOOO”  sub-emote of me dressed in my signature navy giant blanket hoodie looking extremely excited.

I giggled and opened the world, listening to the first dono of the stream: “Hey Nyxie, How do you feel about the people shipping you with TubboLive and Tommyinnit? P.S. love you and your streams; you’re the best builder ever, Grian should be proud of you queen! ♡❤️💛💚💙💜♡” Read the soft robotic female voice.

“Thanks for the five dollars, Woild’sYerErster54! Certainly not the best builder ever I mean half my stuff is just Grian Build Hacks, but thanks! About the shipping um, well, as you guys know I’m good with being shipped and fanfic and all that fun stuff as long as it is,” I started, bringing up my hand into view to list of the rules on my fingers, “Legal as I am only 17 and the fan fic doesn’t get too spicy. That’s it. Just the two rules. But I do watch both of them, kind of a fan, so I don’t mind, just please always make sure the person is comfortable with being shipped and in fanfics and with fans using real names and all that jazz.” Chat kept spamming “Respectful Queen POG” which I giggled at. 

“Any way, Chat, I’m proud of this absolute mess of a town that I’ve built!” I said as the world loaded in, A simple concrete road connecting the build of the day to my cyan mansion and the very much under construction skyscraper hotel, “Yes I did it in creative, yes I know that makes it less impressive, but still.” I went into f5 to show my minecraft skin looking into the camera and punching the air. “But look, guys! I did a new build style and it doesn’t look bad!” I ran in front of the large, white, modern build I had managed to get tolerable. Chat commented mostly positive things, largely about how pretty and clean it looked. “You guys have been asking for another build tutorial stream, so I figured this is something simple you can try to do along with me like Bob Ross but with small levels of rage infused in there!” I said cheerfully. I got to work explaining what to do and how to customize it so it wasn’t too copy and paste. 

After a bit more than half an hour, I got a dono that really stood out: “Lol, Nyxsomnia simps for me and Tubbo pathetic. Decent build tho” I looked at the person who donated and the amount: Tommyinnit for $42.69. Chat started freaking out, flooding in “Tommy in chat!”s and “Simp”s in Chat. 

“Wait, is that real? Is that the blondie bitch-boy, demon child, Hamilton kinnie himself? On my lil’ builder stream no one really wants?” I asked. I pulled up Tommy’s twitch, He was streaming: Investigating My Simps I opened it. My stream was showing. Tommy was smirking but crossing his arms at being called a bitch-boy. “Oh my God it’s actually him. Listen, Tommyinnit from Technoblade I don’t simp for you. Tubbo maybe on some days, you? No way in Hell.” I said. My phone buzzed and I saw he had followed me on Twitter and sent me a message. It was a discord link. I opened it, surprised to find it was the chat room Tommy used to communicate with all his streamer friends, and joined the VC he was in. 

“Um, hi.” I said, struggling to sound and look calm. I mean, I talked to him as a character in my 3 AM lonely time rants but never thought I’d talk to the real one.

“What the fuck, Woman? I give you money out of the kindness of my heart and you don’t thank me like every other person who donates, but proceed to call me a bitch-boy, demon child, and Hamilton kinnie!” He shouted in his characteristic scream.

“Ah, screaming and not referring to females by their name, now I know for sure it’s you. In my defense, Tommy, I mean, it’s not like I expected you to actually be on my miniscule stream!” I said defensively. He took a pause and I didn’t even have to watch his camera to know he was tilting his head around in theatrical consideration. 

“Okay that bit is fair I guess, I mean I am friends with Dream and I’ve got like 500 thousand odd Twitch followers so ehaaa I guess that makes sense.” He said chuckling, saying the last bit quickly like he always did when he was bragging about something. I rolled my eyes and tried not to smile or laugh.

“So, now that that’s all cleared up, you gonna find the stream of some other poor alleged Tommy simp or you gonna stay here and be a nuisance?” I asked, a bit of giggle naturally slipping into my tone. 

“I mean you were supposed to be the last stream I looked at so it’s stay here and bug you or help Tubbo with his bee house and I’m not doing that shit.” 

“Well, if you’re gonna stick around I won’t stop you, just don’t be too much of a problem. I have a poorly designed modern house to finish helping the people make.” I said, smiling to the camera for Chat. 

“How dare you. You’ve really hurt my feelings here, woman. I am not a nuisance or problem whatsoever!” He said. I smirked and giggled softly. 

“Sure Tommy.” I said and added the next step to the house.

“That looks like shit.” Tommy said as I finished it. I frowned at him as he smirked. Our Chats both started attacking him for being mean to me when discord made the sound of someone joining the VC. He sighed, “Hi Wilbur.”

“Tommy, stop being mean to Nyxsomnia.” I heard Wilbur say. My eyes went cartoonishly big, like I’m talking Vanellope Von Schweets big.

“Hi Wilbur.” I squeaked out, I could tell I was grinning massively and blushing. I mean he’s Wilbur freaking Soot and he’s scolding Tommy for being a jerk to me. 

“Hello, Nyxsomnia.” He replied warmly.

“Oh, you can just say Nyx or Nyxie or something like that if you want I know my username is kinda long.” I said hurriedly. Chat was teasing me for my reaction to Wilbur defending me.

“Alright, Nyx. In any case, apologize Tommy.” Wilbur said sternly.

“Sorry, woman.” He grumbled.

“Good.” Wil said.

“Thanks, Wilbur.” I said quietly.

“You’re welcome. Anyway, Tommy I need to chat with you when you’re free.”

“I can just leave and you guys can talk. I’m almost finished with my stream and it’ll go faster if Tommy isn’t here to comment and start stuff.” I said.

“Alright then. Bye.” Wilbur said. I said goodbye as well and managed to finish my stream in twenty minutes, Tommy had raided me a few seconds after I left the call and since I’d never had the numbers to raid someone before I just raided Tubbo at Chat’s demand.

About two hours later, I was trying to get the motivation to pick up my room when I gave up and got up to go take a shower. Once I got back to my room an hour and a half later, wrapped in a towel with hair dripping, I noticed a string of notifications from Twitter, Twitch, and YouTube. I had to force myself to put pajamas on before looking at them or I’d never put them on. Once I had wrapped myself up in some decently summery jammies, I checked the Twitter notifs first, expecting some nice fan art or a fan DMing me to talk about something. Instead I found this: 

WilburSoot has followed you.

TubboLive has followed you.

Fundy has followed you.

Dream has followed you.

GeorgeNotFound has followed you.

SapNap has followed you.

BadBoyHalo has followed you.

I almost dropped my phone in shock. I checked the other two apps to find the same messages. All this because Tommyinnit stumbled across my stream? I never could have even imagined this. It was something out of a cliché fanfic and it was actually happening to me. I sent screenshots to my group chat with my friends with the message: 

Me

Looks like ya girl just got 

dropped into an X Reader fic,

place your bets on which

 tropes Imma end up followin’ and

 which character is simping for me.

Myka (Sweetest Baby)

So happy for you! 

Don’t end up in any alternate

dimensions without us!

Micah (Remus Gremlin)

Holy crap that’s a lot of 

famous dudes in one screenie!

You’ll probably end up going on a trip

no human being can afford 

and no sane parent would ever allow.

And we all know it’s gonna be 

SnapChat or something lol.

Me

*puking noises*

Lexy (Grouchie Lil’ Storm Cloud)

???

What does this mean???

Me

Oh yeah, you don’t understand

MCYT. These people are all

famous streamers. Tommyinnit

ended up streaming with me today

and I am benefiting greatly from it.

Lexy (Grouchie Lil’ Storm Cloud)

Still don’t get it but glad you’re happy.

I continued texting my friends and checking in on my fan pages until midnight, when mom instructed me to go to sleep and took my phone. After two hours of vaguely watching YouTube videos and commenting like I was streaming, I finally managed to get to sleep.

[creativeflowers87]

febuwhump 26

CW: Illness, implied poison

AN: noooooo I definitely didn't forget to post this definitely not (: (: (:

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If this was an attempt at torturing Nyxie, it is definitely working.

She wipes away the sweat on her forehead mindlessly, continuing to resharpen the sword of some guard she can't remember the name of. She glances up at the sun. It's been about five minutes since she last checked.

She stares down at the sword. It's clearly not-well made. It's hilt doesn't look like it would fit any user, and the blade itself is bent in a way that it should not be moved. It was very clear that bluntness wasn't the problem here.

Nyxie returns to mindlessly sharpening the sword. There's nothing really to do in this heat that can't be delegated to some of the lower class workers, like the farmers and whatnot, so, with her kind of in the middle ranking in whatever stupid system the region has made up this time, it sort of makes sense that this is what she was made to do. Still, that doesn't mean she can't complain about it.

Her train of thought is cut off when she hears commotion at the gate. Curious, she sets down her work on a bench where it can't be knocked off or anything, and decides to go and have a look.

Upon arriving, Nyxie finds that an ill man is being carted through the gates, presumably to the infirmary inside. "Hemlock poisoning," she hears someone mutter.

She quietly trails along the back, going mostly unnoticed until the group makes it to the infirmary. At that point, someone bumps into her. "Hey," they say, "Who're you?"

Nyxie freezes. "Uh," she says, "I just wanted to see what the commotion was, and got carried away? Sorry."

"Well, ya better be," a man at the front says. He claps his hands together, before addressing everyone. "Go back to yer stations, we got ev'rything covered."

Faint grumbles can be heard throughout the crowd, which has grown substantially since Nyxie first came in. However, everyone soon starts to dissipate, leaving only Nyxie and a couple other people still standing there. She was still frozen a bit, but a lot more relaxed, now; just thinking.

"Hey! Weird flower girl." Someone shaking her shoulders snaps her out of her reverie. "Yes?"

"Whatcha still doing here?" "Uh—" Nyxie shifts from foot to foot, trying to think of an answer— "I might be able to fix them?"

The man doesn't respond, stern look covering his face for a moment longer, before he registers her statement. "Well," he says, "Why didn'tcha mention that earlier?" he asks, quickly ushering her into the room.

Nyxie takes a good look at the person in front of her. They're clearly struggling; sweat streams off their face, they keep half-rolling around on their cot, and they're visibly shaking.

"You'd think," the man says, standing next to Nyxie, "That after some point, they'd stop eating the plant."

Nyxie turns to him. "How much did they ingest?"

The man just shrugs.

Nyxie walks over to the brewing stand in the corner of the room. She kind of remembers the antidote for this, but it's fuzzy in her memory.

Still, it's worth a shot.

She pulls out a jar of what she thinks is the correct plant and cuts it up, tossing it into a separate container before putting a tiny bit of nether wart into the top of the stand, water bottles sitting underneath. After a couple minutes, she sprinkles the plant powder in too.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a small jar in the back of the cupboard, pulling it out carefully. Inside, a tiny bundle of ghast tears sits inside. Nyxie grabs one and tosses it in the top of the stand, before putting the jar back.

Nyxie takes the potions out, wincing a tiny bit at the sudden cold of the bottles. She stands still for a moment, before she's nudged by the man. "Help them," he says, "Go on!"

She nods jerkily, walking over to the patient. He's a lot more still, now, but in the kind of way that it's deeply concerning. Nyxie opens their mouth; they're starting to salivate uncontrollably.

With no time to waste, Nyxie opens their mouth and pours a portion of the potion inside. She lets go for a moment, before the patient starts to gag, and she shuts their mouth, forcing them to swallow it. She continues this until the potion is fully gone.

Then, she waits.

For an agonising few minutes, there is no difference. Nyxie starts to panic. She's sure that the potion is supposed to take effect within around thirty seconds after ingestion, right? That's one of the first thing she learned about these types of potion, after all. Maybe it's not going to work. Maybe it'll make it worse. Maybe—

Then the patient starts to settle. They stop sweating, and, after a quick inspection, their heart is still beating, and at a normal rate too.

Nyxie exhales in relief. She turns around, but the man has left. She glances outside. The sun is starting to set. Has it really been that long? She swears it's only been a few minutes.

She wipes her hands on her shirt, already walking out of the infirmary.

If this was going to be anyone's problem, it wasn't going to be hers.

[hellogoodbye14]

Nightmares - Feysand/Nyx fluff

Rhys only awakened once during the short night, when the door was opened. He was reaching for his sword when Nyx came running toward the bed.

He ran to Feyre’s side of the bed first.

“Nyx, come here,” Rhys whispered.

Nyx’s striking blue eyes met his and Rhys frowned at the wetness surrounding them.

He patted the bed and Nyx rushed over to him and hugged him.

Rhys squeezed him back as he heard his son sniffle.

“It’s okay buddy, you’re okay.”

He kissed his head and then finally managed to tilt Nyx’s face up.

His sons expression was solemn and he could see the fear in his eyes.

“What is it?”

“I- I had a nightmare.”

Rhys picked up his son and rocked him a bit.

“Would it help you to talk about it?”

Nyx looked up at him and nodded.

“A monster was chasing me in the woods.”

Rhys took his face in his hands and used his thumbs to clear away the tears.

“It’s okay. Monsters can be scary, even I’m scared of them sometimes.”

At that Nyx started crying more.

“Hey hey buddy, whats wrong?”

“Daddy, I’m a monster.”

His son lifted his hand which ended in a claw. The room’s only source of light had been the moonlight through the window which is why Rhys hadn’t noticed it before.

His son’s fingers had transformed into talons. Talons which were very similar to the beast within Rhys.

He took his sons hand and kissed each talon.

Nyx looked at him confused.

“You’re not a monster Nyxy, you’re the best person I know alongside your mom.”

“But I have claws!”

“So does our dog Rafee, do you think he is a monster?”

Nyx shook his head.

Then Rhys held up his own hand and let the beast within him a bit loose.

Nyx stared mesmerised at his fathers transformed hand.

“Do you think I’m a monster?”

Nyx shook his head, “No.”

“Exactly. We have been blessed with power and this,” he tapped his son’s hand, “is a power, and as long as you use it to protect and do good… well you could never be a monster.”

Nyx nodded and then just like Rhys had, Nyx gave a peck on Rhys’s talon hand.

Rhys’s heart melted some more there and then.

“I love you son.”

“I love you too.”

Nyx snuggled into Rhys for a bit longer.

“I ripped my sheets”, he confessed.

Rhys kissed his sons head again, not letting go and waiting for Nyx to relax some more.

“It’s okay, I didn’t much like those sheets anyways,” he tapped his sons nose, “but don’t tell your mom I said that.”

Nyx giggled.

“Can I sleep with you and Momma today?”

“Of course you can.”

Nyx layed down in the centre of the bed after Rhys fluffed up a pillow for him.

Soon he heard Nyx snore and Feyre turned around in her sleep to face them. Only she wasn’t asleep.

She had tears glistening in her eyes, and she leaned over and kissed Rhys. Cupping the side of his face, she pecked his nose afterwards.

“I love you.”

“Love you more darling.”

She gave Nyx a soft kiss on the cheek and went back to her side.

Rhys was just about to fall back asleep when he heard, “and don’t think I didn’t hear what you said about the sheets.”

Rhys groaned and snickered at the same time.

This is probably the last you’ll be seeing me for a while so thought to leave two posts today ❤️

[bloodycassian]

A FEAST - Azriel x readder. Prompt - Reader is injured and knocked out for days. Cassian gets him to finally leave your side for one meal and Nyx brings a guest with him...

"The Dragons Song is the best one, hands down." Nesta argued, hacking through the brush.  "That one is full of the same scenes every time." You judged, pushing a branch out of the way. The jungle was a mess of twists and turns to work through, but thankfully one of the fishermen on the dock had sold you a compass at a descent price. "A little more right for a few more miles and we'll be there." You steered her on course.  "At least it dosent say 'honeydew' every scene." She made a fake gagging noise and you laughed. The sound was muffled in the crowded forest. She hacked her way through the brush, one vine at a time. Until you finally reached the clearing. It was hot in the direct sun, a few degrees different than what the shade of the forest had been. You paced the perimiter, meeting her at the other side. "You mean Cassian dosen't like honeydew?" You wiggled your eyebrows at her.  "Az does?" She challenged, earning a laugh from you. "The ones that you like are predictable beyond measure." You countered, earning a quick smile before your attention snapped across the meadow. To a giant hog serpent with venomous tusks that gleamed with their clear liquid. You swore and you and Nesta both drew swords at the same time.  + Nesta ended the hog, but not before it had the chance for those razor sharp tusks to marr your legs with deep wounds. The venom stung, flowing into your bloodstream and paralyzing you slowly. You gasped at the sheer blinding pain it brought. "Nes-" You choked out between sobs. "Tell Az... Tell Az I love him." You smiled to her, putting a hand on her cheek. "No, no way. You're gonna tell him yourself. Stay awake. We're on the way." She reached deep to that bond to Cassian, and a flare of alertness greeted her. Then, a thrill of fire. "On the way. Rhys will be there in a few. Are you okay?" "Fine, she's delirious. She needs a healer and a detox for the venom." She thought back, sighing when she felt Rhys' presence. "Wheres Az?" You managed out of your chattering teeth. You were losing the fight against the venom quickly. It would have you under in a few minutes if Rhys didn't hurry to a healer. He placed a hand on you and darkness surrounded.  "Cassian will-" He started to Nesta, "I know, get her safe." She rushed, urging him to winnow you already. When Cassian saw the amount of blood spilled, he cursed.  "Most of it was the beast." Nesta cleaned her sword on an overgrown leaf that jutted down into the meadow.  Her hands shook when she sheathed it. "Nes." He stopped her when she turned. "Nes..." He repeated, giving her a long look. She tried to hide her face, the terror there. "Lets go." He pulled her to his side and took off, holding her close to him. He said nothing about the tears that flowed to his shoulder. He just gripped her tighter.   + Azriel had nearly broken the door when he stormed in. And he hadn't left your side since. Nesta stayed when she could, letting Azriel relax enough to sleep now and again. He trusted her to wake him if anything changed in your status.  When he woke, he heard his brother's voice first. Quiet an hurried in tone, him and Nesta argued by the door. "He wont leave. You've already tried, just leave him alone." Nesta was scolding. Cassian gripped her hands, then whipped his head over to his brother when he saw him stretching on the bench.  "Hey Az-" Cassian smiled, bounding over to his brother like a puppy. "You remmeber Madja saying it may take up to a week, right? How about you come to dinner up at the house with us."  "I dont want to miss if she-" "Come on, Nyx will be there. Mor's coming back from the continent tonight too." Cassian tempted, poking at the old flame Azriel carried for the female. She was still incredible, and one of Azriels best friends, but he no longer felt that flame towards her. You had come along and crushed it with a bat of your eyelashes and a few quick witted insults at Cas. Nesta started pulling him away, giving you an apologetic smile. "It would be nice for you to be there is all he means." She began pushing him out the door, despite his protests.  "Think about it! She wouldn't want you to be mourning while she's alive!" Cassian shouted, earning a smack from Nesta. Azriel smiled despite the dark nature of the situation. He pulled a chair up beside your resting body. It had been three days. How would he know if you were awake or not? He tugged on that dark link you shared together, and came up with the same unresponsiveness as before. He sighed, but took your hand anyway, falling asleep again to the sound of your soft breathing. + He decided to stay for just an hour. He would spare his family that much. He kissed you goodbye and tried his best to ignore the guilt he felt for leaving you behind. But Cassian was right. He knew that when you woke up you'd be upset about him not going. So he put on his brave face and flew up to the house of wind, to the joy of everyone. They clapped upon his arrival, making his cheeks burn. Mor gave him a hug and promised to catch up. But she hovered around a fae you hadn't met yet. A female that she watched with wide sparkling eyes. Azriel's chest bloomed with pride at the sight of them being so close, so full of life for each other.  He looked away from the two, and sent his shadows out to Rhys. And found what he was seeking. He darted over to the end of the table where the high lord and lady sat across from each other. The head table was empty, and filthy. "That's a small monster if I've ever seen one." He bent and scooped Nyx up from under the table. He wriggled and laughed.  "No monster Azzy." Nyx babbled, pulling on his uncle's hair.  "No pulling hair!" Rhys scolded, making Nyx laugh even more. Feyre sighed. "You're just having fun. How about we go for a fly down to-" "Don't say it, Az." Rhy's tone went from scolding to pleading. Even though the baby couldn't fly yet, it was one of his favorite things to do. He could see how Rhys' son would be skilled at flying with just the way he angled his head when accompanying. Az poked at Nyx's belly and they fought like that for a few moments, Nyx eventually winnowing away with the joy only a child could have.  Azriel froze, looking to the high lord and lady for comfort. Having a baby disappear in your arms was strange, even for Fae babies. "When'd he start doing that?" "Four days ago." Feyre sighed. She looked utterly exhausted. "We've been having to take turns staying up with him." Rhys held her hand across the table, they shared a sweet look together then they both whipped their heads to Nyx in unison. "Dont-" Feyre warned, giving her son a stern look as he pulled at the tablecloth. Amren gave the boy a look of discouragement as well when he looked around for someone to be laughing with him. He stopped after those silver eyes met his.  Nesta gave Az a smile from across the room where she and Cassian welcomed the toddoling boy. "Let's start training, Nyxie. Come on, show me what you got." Cassian got on his knees to the floor and the two began wrestling together. Azriel took a seat beside Rhys, picking at the crackers and cheese platter before him.  "When were we planning on going back to the Island?" Rhys asked, voice low. Cassian rolled with Nyx on the ground, making Nesta laugh when the boy pulled at Cas' hair. "I'm not going until my mate is healed. Maybe you should send them, see how much trouble they can get in."  Az asked, trying to keep the hinting out of his voice. He wanted to go take care of it on his own. The mission on the Island was not complete and he didn't want to risk anyone again. He'd rather do it and make sure it was a finished job. He couldn't bare to see you be hurt over a fellow Valkyrie getting hurt either. "You know they would kill each other.... or themselves trying to protect the other." Feyre smiled despite herself. She knew it was the truth. Her sister being happy for once was a joy like no other.  "Mom and Dad need to eat, Az you too." Cassian ordered. He bounced the boy on his legs, making him pretend fly. Azriel picked at the plate that appeared before him. The warm meat and stew looked incredible, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. The guilt was the only thing that weighed in his stomach. "I should go check on-" He began to say, folding his napkin back on the table. "How is she?" Cassian interrupted from the floor. Nesta was playing with Nyx now, rattling a toy around for him. Azriel kept his calm mask on, trying to fight the urge to check on you. The black haired boy looked to her with upset eyes. "Auntie?" He said, voice a bit whiny.  "Auntie is napping, she'll be back in a little while." Nes assured. Azriel's heart squeezed at the love Nyx showed. Then, the boy was gone.  The parents were digging into their plates. It was likely the only meal they'd shared together in the four days of taking turns watching Nyx. "Rhys-" Az began, terror sweeping his gut. Nyx was no where in sight. Nesta and Cassian both shot to their feet when they didn't spot him.  Then, the plates in front of Azriel clattered and shot food everywhere. Mor and her date yelped and fled their chairs, mor pushing the other female behind her. Azriel's shadows coiled, siphons glared ready to fight.  And Rhys didnt move as he observed the waking fae before him. The tug on Azriel's bond went taut. "Auntie here!" Nyx celebrated, patting your chest. You groaned and cracked open your eyes to see Azriel's shadows swirling about you. "Are you okay?!" Azriel gripped your shoulders,  his warm hands seeping into your thin shirt. The sweats you wore were now stained with whatever food had been on the table. Rhys put down his fork slowly. "I wasn't expecting to be this kind of snack Az..." You said softly. Rhy's cheeks went red. Mor laughed first, her date looked to her with bewilderment and worry. Cassian rushed over and picked Nyx up from your stomach. "I think there's a fork in my back." You said, voice gruff.  A hysterical laugh bubbled from Azriel, then the rest of them were cracking up. "Nyx... Thanks." Azriel breathed, and the boy began clapping.  + Once you were back on your feet and Madja had given you the go ahead to take it easy, you asked Azriel to go on a walk with you. The stretch of your legs was sore, but the good kind of sore that left you feeling better and better with each step. The cool wind from the Sidra whipped around you. He wrapped a wing around both of you as you reached the apex of a bridge.  "I owe that baby everything." He laughed, squeezing your hand tighter. The city was quiet, only soft music coming from the Rainbow and the calm trickle of the Sidra sounding out. "Nyx the Valkyrie deliverer."  You laughed together, leaning against the railing on the bridge. The streetlights above cast a wonderful color over you, illuminating you both in a silvery shade that matched the moonlight. "I love you." You said, resting your head against his shoulder. It had been a long night, and who knew how long of sleeping... but you were tired.  "Love you." He nudged you away so he could hook his finger under your chin and angle you up to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around him and compiled, letting the bond hum through you like a song.

[ask-the-riders]

Little Hellion

so uhhh, essentially this is a blurb to show Nightmare with Nyx, and the kind of dad he was to her when she was just a little babybones 

posting this here because Nyx is also known as Lady Night and has some involvement in Conquest’s story. because this has none of the riders in it directly though, it’ll probably appear on my main masterlist (over on my other blog @lover-of-skellies) instead of the masterlist here

The king let out a soft sigh as he began to hear an infant starting to fuss through the monitor that sat on the corner of his desk; Just perfect. He was practically neck deep in paperwork that needed to be filled out and completed, but the stress of work was nothing in comparison to the stress of being a father.

He'd learned that one very quickly.

Without giving the infant a chance to grow louder and disturb her sleeping twin, Nightmare warped through the shadows in the castle, his tentacles idly swaying behind him as he reached his destination. Immediately making his way over to the crib that held the crying child, he leaned over the railing, very gently scooping her up. She continued crying and he softly shushed her, carefully beginning to bounce her in his arms.

She whined and clung to his jacket, burying her face in the fabric as she sobbed, and he held her close, opting to warp through the shadows again and take her to his personal library. His tentacles took it upon themselves to clear whatever could be in his way as he headed toward the sofa, and he absentmindedly began to rub his small daughter's back, trying to soothe her as best he could. 

Seating himself on one of the end cushions, he shifted her slightly, cradling her in a way that allowed her to get a clearer view of him, paying no mind as an individual tendril switched on the lamp that sat beside him. There was a soft knock on the door, but Nightmare kept his attention on his child as he called out, "You may enter." The door to his personal library opened, then closed again after a moment, and he glanced up, arching an eyebrow as he watched Cross approach the sofa.

The soldier made himself comfortable on the opposite end of the couch, not noticing the slight scowl he received from his boss at how casual he'd been. Nightmare cleared his throat, his tentacles curling around him as if trying to create a barrier of some sort between himself and the soldier, "It's late, Cross. Why are you still awake?" Cross stole a quick glance at the guardian and shrugged, "I dunno... Just got a lot on my mind, I guess." He paused, producing a baby bottle that Nightmare somehow hadn't noticed before. Offering it to his boss, he continued, "I heard the little bundle of darkness start fussing, so I got up and made this."

The king seemed very momentarily surprised but accepted the item anyway, his voice a murmur, "...Thank you. Maybe you're not as incompetent as I originally thought you were." Cross rolled his eye lights, falling silent as he watched Nightmare. Completely disregarding the soldier's presence, the guardian offered the bottle to the infant in his arms, making a face as his daughter gripped his hand and began to try pushing it away. Gently prying her hand open so she'd release it, he offered her the bottle again and she let out a sudden screech, making Cross' whole body jerk in surprise.

Registering what his child was doing with ease, Nightmare couldn't help but smile slightly, letting out a soft sigh as she finally began to drink from her bottle. As he held the bottle in place, a tentacle lifted to very delicately tap on her cheek as he mumbled to her, "You just recently turned one, and you're already being stubborn and defiant... Why am I not surprised?" She made a muffled sound back at her father and he chuckled, "And I nearly forgot that you're incredibly mouthy, too." 

Cross snorted in amusement, words practically pouring out of his mouth before he could stop himself, "Yeah, I wonder where she gets it from." Nightmare shot a look at the soldier before shifting the baby in his arms again, allowing her to see the other man. A tendril lifted, making a gesture similar to waving as he cooed to her, "Look Nyxie, it's one of the dummies. Say hi, Starlight." Nyx blinked, her wide eyes locked intently on the soldier. 

Unsure what was going on, Cross smiled awkwardly and gave a tiny wave, "Hey there, Ny-" As a tentacle caught him off guard and smacked the side of his head, his words transformed into a surprised yelp. The infant smiled around her bottle, cooing softly as she watched him. Catching the look on her face, Nightmare hummed, "Huh. Apparently she likes that." Cross grumbled something under his breath and narrowed his sockets slightly in annoyance.

The guardian tugged the bottle away from her, and then promptly slapped Cross with a tentacle again, earning another yelp. Nyx's smile grew and she made a sound that resembled giggling; Despite the way Cross had begun to scowl, Nightmare grinned deviously, deciding to slap him a third time. The soldier snapped at him, "What the hell, dude?! Could you NOT do that?" The king ignored him in favor of watching Nyx as she burst into laughter. 

He couldn't help but laugh softly as well, a tentacle taking the bottle and setting it aside as he leaned down to nuzzle her head and mumble lowly, "There we go... That's my good little hellion." Cross rolled his eye lights again and huffed as he stood and straightened his clothes, "I think I'm gonna go back to my room and lay down again... If you're up for it tomorrow, you should smack Killer and see if she laughs at him, too." 

Nightmare waved a dismissive hand at him, trying to hide the grin he was wearing, "We'll see how things are when I gather all of you for the meeting. If Killer annoys me, then very well, I'll most certainly slap him."

[typicalmidnightsoul]

Prythian Valley - Chapter 2

Family first?

A big belief amongst people is that until a body is found a missing victim is still alive. But what if the proof that they are dead is photographs of a lifeless body cruelly shared to haunt the minds of the victims loved ones? The murder of the Beddor’s didn’t start with Clare, it ended with her. In this story Nesta will have to ditch the Ice Queen’s crown and take on the guilt of losing her best friend. 

Will one choice of Nesta’s mean death either way?

“Nesta! Nesta!”

Nesta’s eyes opened groggily to see Jonah shaking her awake.

“Hey Jo-Jo what do you need?”

She had come home and fallen asleep on the couch; she looked up at the clock, it read 5:45.

“We’re having a sleepover Nes, you said you’d pick up Nyx!”

She groaned reaching for her heels, “Has Eris dropped Caro off?”

He nodded and a small redhead came in the living room saying,

“Hi Nes,” Caroline smiled; she was Beron’s worst regret, Eris’ most important being and Clarissa Vanserra’s pride.

Nesta grinned at her, “Hey Caro, you settling in?”

She nodded and Nesta turned to Jonah,

“I’ll go pick up Nyx now and Alec should be arriving with Alis any minute so let them in ok?”

He nods ushering her out of the room.

She rolls her eyes and gets into her into her Chevy.

As she pulls up in front of the Narenz villa she sees a pair of excited blue eyes throwing the door open.

“You’re here!”

She ran into Nesta’s arms, as Azriel came out.

“Sorry Az,” she called out, “I fell asleep on the couch.”

He shook his head “it’s fine.” He looked down at Nyx,

“Don’t hassle Nesta too much, ok?” she nodded and Az turned to Nesta, laughing, “How long do you think this sleepover will go for?”

“Well it’s meant to be for 3 days, but considering the last one went on for a week, get ready for Nyx to call you in 3 days’ time begging to stay longer.”

He laughed and kissed Nyx’s cheek, “See you sis.”

Nyx rolled her eyes and got into the passenger seat, “Bye then.”

Nesta chuckled and gave Az a fleeting hug.

As she drove back to her villa she glanced at Nyx,

“So Nyxie, had your first kiss yet?”

“No, I’m just not feeling it with anyone.”

“Good girl,” she said, “First kisses are meant to be important.”

They were silent for a long time, until Nyx said,

“How did you cope?”

Nesta gave her a confused look, “Pardon?”

“When your dad died, and you’re mom went MIA and Feyre had to take care of your family, how did you cope?”

One of the reasons why Nesta loved children was because they were so outspoken, they stated things for how they were, and didn’t mince words. Nesta’s heart broke a bit as she remembered Rhys telling Feyre that he was trying to get Nyx to me their comatose mother in the hospital.

“I didn’t. I broke down completely, shutting out everyone. I wouldn’t have been able to come back if I didn’t have friends and siblings who pulled me out I don’t think I would be driving you today.”

Nesta looked at her, “Can I confide in you?”

Nyx nodded earnestly, “I know what it’s like to look for answers to beg the whole universe for them and never get any. I am grateful for my mom, and I know that I am so lucky to have her but sometimes I get so scared and one of the reasons why I hate Feyre was because she had promised mom she’d take care of us then… she just kind of took her place. And there will never be any-“

“Substitute for mom,” Nyx finished for her.

Nesta smiled despite the words being exchanged,

“My Aunt told me this when I was about your age, and now I’m telling you. The world is in desperate need of people like us. People who feel in extremes, the world needs to be reminded that not all females will put up with men’s bullshit, that we are freshly forged blades able to cut and will at any given chance. I let that die away once Nyxie. Don’t do that.”

She pulled up to Pop’s, Nyx tilted her head, “Um are we-“

“C’mon, I think we both deserve a shake after that.”

As they waited for their order, Nesta playfully tugged one of Nyx’s locks,

“Nyxie?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you go visit your mom? Please? I promise that Rhysand didn’t put me up for this, if anything he probably hates me too much to even talk to me.”

“You don’t know what it’s like to see her like that Nes, she looks like a-“

Nesta could hear the unsaid words, corpse.

Nesta held her hands, “Please, just put a hand on her heart to remember she’s alive, just healing. Talk to her. Let her know you’re there.”

It wasn’t until they were back in the car that Nyx said,

“When I go to visit her I’m going to tell her about you.”

Nesta smiled, when not if.

“Tell her how much I love you and that I can’t wait to meet her.”

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Nesta was doing her biology homework when she got a text from Adelaide.

Meet me in my study.

She groaned trudging down the stairs past the giggles and laughs in Jonas’s room.

She walked in going, “Yes mom?”

“Leona called, telling me you were planning to send Jonah to Chicago.”

Nesta inwardly groaned, “Uh, yeah. Forgot about that.”

“It is a good plan Nes, but how in hell are you going to get Jonah to agree to it?”

“He has to.”

“Forcing something like this on him will make him think of himself as a criminal.”

“That’s what the world will see him as if we don’t get him out of the Valley now.”

“Nesta how do we know he will be safe? Will people not think of him with suspiscion if he does leave?”

Nesta crossed her arms at her mother,

“Jonah is going to Chicago with Leo and that’s final. Leo will take care if him, she would never allow anything bad to happen to him.”

Her mother opened her mouth but the study door burst open,

“You can’t take Jonah away from me!” Nyx pleaded at Nesta.

But Jonah held up a hand and stepped toward his older sister.

There was fear, Nesta realized in her 14 year old brother’s silver eyes as he looked up at her and asked,

“Is it because I killed Tomas Mandray?”

Nyx gasped and Caroline who stood in the doorway dropped the phone in her hand.

Nesta looked around at the mess her brother had incited with 7 words. She looked down at him,

“Shush Jonah! You did no such thing!” she shook him slightly.

He moved out of her grip, “I did! My friends will understand if I tell them the truth.”

Caroline moved into the room,

“Tell us. Please.”

Nesta looked at her mother. Adelaide nodded.

 Nesta ushered them closer,

“Tomas Mandray is a bad man. He tried to rape me.”

And there it was the motive simple and clear.

“He drugged me and tied me to a bed in a hotel room. Jonah had been looking for me and used the ‘find my friend’ app to track down my phone. Tomas’ gun was on the table and Jonah picked it up and pulled the trigger in order to save me. We had to clean up the scene so a friend of mine, Ronan, he disposed the body. We drove his truck into the river. The same truck that was found 2 days ago.”

Nyx and Caro were sitting in silence on either side of Jonah as he tried to gauge their reaction.

“That bastard deserved it.” Nyx said at last.

Nesta could feel the wave of relief that went through Jonah.

“I need your complete confidence, I know your brothers and Eris is deeply loyal to me,” she turned to Nyx, “As is Azriel. Trust me when I tell you that if explained to them they will not allow you to betray me.”

Caro and Nyx exchanged looks and turned to Nesta and nodded.

“Go finish your slumber party.”

They all sprinted off.

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Cassian rolled his neck back. 2 hours had flown past as he finished his geography homework. He sensed a small figure behind him,

“Hey Nyx, you need something?”

He expected Nyx to snap at him, but he sure as hell didn’t expect her to say,

“Can Nesta trust you?”

Cassian sat up looking at her, “Nesta? Why-“

“What are you capable of doing for her?”

Nyx’s eyes were red and he answered her question, “I would do anything for her.”

“What I’m about to ask you…you can’t tell anyone.” She stood up straighter, “Or I’ll deny it and say it was for creative writing club.”

He nodded.

“If I told you Nesta was hurt almost hurt badly by a man what would you do?”

Cassian’s eyes took on a feral look, “You wouldn’t like it. He’d be dead by the time I was done.”

Nyx nodded and then said, “And if I told you my best friend did something terrible to protect his sister that is now tearing both siblings up?”

Cassian looked up, “Come sit here and tell me the whole story.”

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It didn’t take Cassian long to find the wine red 1959 Chevrolet corvette c1that belonged to Nesta parked in front of Pop’s.

She came out in her cape coat and black heels. The air outside was hot and she stopped before her car taking off the cape coat and throwing it with the food in the passenger seat, revealing a short skirt and a tightly clinging white full sleeved shirt with black detailing on the cuffs and down the button line, a black string bow on top.

 He silently walked towards her grabbing her figure and hauling her to the back of Pop’s.

“How dare you-“

Hazel eyes bore into hers. The same hazel eyes that lingered in her dreams, oh to say she knew the well would be an understatement. She drowned in them.

“Cassian this is no way-“

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was pained.

Realization dawned on her face, “Nyx told you.”

“Only because Jonah has not been himself at school and she didn’t want to tell you because you’re already handling too much.”

Nesta’s eyes softened, “I…its ok.”

She tried to walk away before Cassian pressed his weight into her.

“Don’t you dare.”

He tilted her chin up, “Baby is this why you were crying?”

Nesta said quietly, “I have to protect Jonah. The way he protected me, the Mandray’s are a huge family if-“

“So are the Archeron’s… and the Narenz’s. We would’ve protected you, and Jonah…”

Nesta’s eyes hardened, “Try telling that to my guidance counsellor in LA who asked me ‘what I was wearing?’ and if I was ‘flirtatious in any way?’ and to ‘let it go, because it’s just sex.’”

Cassian gaped at her. “They- wha… they said that?”

The look on her face confirmed it.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Nesta’s own arms wrapped around herself trying to keep from breaking.

She slowly pushed Cassian away saying she needed to go. He walked her to her car and then Cassian got a call.

He picked up, “Hey Feyre.”

“Hey, um could you come over? Like now please, Rhysand was here and he’s well… drunk off his ass and now he needs a ride home.”

Cassian rolled his eyes and Nesta snatched the phone from him,

“What happened to you revising for your test tomorrow Fey? You promised Mom that you’d practice tonight.”

Silence until, “CASSIAN HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME MY SISTER WAS RIGHT THERE!”

Cassian laughed saying, “You should go revise Feyre. I’m on my way.”

He cut the call glancing at Nesta, “Seems like I’ll be following you.”

Nesta shook her head and slid in the seat.

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As Cassian (not so delicately) shoved Rhys into the passenger seat, Feyre slightly shoved Nesta.

“Ask him!”

“No.”

“Please!!!” Feyre pouted.

“No!!”

“If you don’t I’ll tell Helion and that man is a devil so you have no idea what he might do.”

Nesta gaped at her little sister.

Cassian strode up to them, “You two ok?”

Feyre raised a brow and then said brightly, “Cassian! Nesta needs to ask you for a favour! I’ll go check on Rhys.”

Nesta tried to stifle her groan.

Cassian gave her a questioning look, “What do you need?”

“Helion forced me and my friends to join the school newspaper, and the article Luna and I were working on is contributing to Women’s day, so Feyre mentioned that you are sponsoring a shelter for Illyrian women, I was just wondering if you could maybe get us an interview with some of them?”

Cassian looked taken aback, “Um, yeah sure.”

Nesta gave him a tight smile, “Great! See you at the office first thing in the morning.”

She turned hoping that some vengeful bird shits on Feyre’s shoulder in the morning.

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Cassian knocked on the office door.

“Come in!”

He walked in, looking around. There were 4 desks in the middle joined so it looked like 3 sides of a rectangle.

Nesta was at the longer side talking to a guy who sat the side desk.

He sat in front of her, “Nice office.”

Nesta waved him off, “Credit goes to Helion. Anyway, Cassian meet Andras, Lucien’s boyfriend.”

Andras shook his hand, “Just call me Andy.”

“Andras is working on the Hero’s day article. He’ll be going around and talking to local heroes.”

Andras turned his chair to Cassian, “Captain I was thinking of trying out for the football team, and since you’re the jury…”

Cassian looked him up and down, “You have the physique, now it’s just about your performance.”

“So being Nesta’s friend won’t give me an easier path in?”

Cassian laughed as Nesta rolled her eyes, “No, but it’ll probably prevent me from kicking you out.”

At that minute Audrey stepped in,

“Nes, Principal Smith needs a word about the school drama.”

Nesta nodded, "Play nice boys.” She said as she stepped out.

The school was quiet, its occupants still not arrived considering the early hour. As Cassian leaned back Andras said,

“So… you and Nesta, huh?”

“I wish.” He mumbled.

“Any advice for try-outs?”

As Cassian gave him advice the caretaker stepped in wedging in a big envelope in the office’s postal rack. He left wordlessly.

 Nesta came back in Audrey in tow. As she passed the rack she asked,

“Did this just come?”

“Uh…yeah,” Andras said.

“Nesta Archeron, Blue and Silver office.” She read out the front, ripping it open.

She took out an odd looking letter made from cut up magazine headlines and Newspaper letters. It said:

 You once told me you hate repeating yourself.

You managed to save your sister once. Let’s see if you can repeat yourself and save her again. She’s in my clutches…

I will avenge my loved ones… My vengeance started when Clare came to meet me on the River banks. Blood flowed then and it will now.

The real question is will you, Nesta Archeron put

Family first?

 Nesta put a hand over her mouth. Audrey’s hand came around her.

Andras and Cassian’s faces were etched with horror.

Andras pointed a shaky finger at the envelope where a bump was.

Nesta took the envelope, turned it over and shook it.

As Metal clanged on the table Nesta took a step back and let out a breathless sound.

Clare Beddor’s Locket given to her by Nesta on her Sweet sixteenth, where on one side was their friends and the other side a family portrait now lay on the table, blood coating it. A locket that came from a body which was never found. Only photos sent to Clare’s guardian, her aunt were the only evidence that Clare was dead.

 But now… the locket meant…

It meant that this letter was sent by Clare’s killer.

 Coming up next:

As they were in chemistry the sheriff, Thesan’s dad came in.

“Miss Archeron you’ll need to come with us.”

Beside her Thesan stood up. 

“Why dad? You’re gonna take one of my best friends away like a criminal?”

Nesta held up a hand , “It’s fine Thesan I know why.”

“Why Nesta?” Luna asked as Audrey stood up.

“Because I’m guilty.”

Tags:: @skychild29 @aesthetics-11 @perseusannabeth​ @awesomelena555​

[samsbastardzone]

Hey, you know that 35 d&d questions ask meme? I answered all of them.

This is a long ass post. Be warned. It took up seven and a half pages in google docs. Original post here.

1. A favorite character you have played.

Would have to be Zize Fortier, dragonborn gunslinger. Their tag on this blog is #zize and you can find their bio and info on my character page. Love that bastard!! He’s sweet and bratty and a total delight to play (we are such an OP party, y’all).

2. Your favorite character that someone else has played.

UM UM gonna talk about a few here. To be fair to people I play a *lot* of games with, I’m only gonna  talk about one PC per person.

- The bastard trio in my Wildemount game– @toomanyorphans ’s Nakoria, @overplannedbutunnamednpc ‘s Zier (also an NPC in the campaign Zize is in), and @glasyasbutch ‘s Nissy. They all really suck so bad but in SUCH funny ways. They’re varying degrees of self centered and awful, but we trust each other in this campaign, and those 3 players are SO funny in their RP.

- (RIP) Avri in my Wildemount game. They and Bly named each other,,,,  they were parent and child…… VERY sweet. huge goliath with tiny bird in backpack.

- @bekahdoesnershit ‘s Raini. Zize’s BFF, and her tag on that blog is rich. She’s SUCH a bitch but we love her.

- @bhissar ‘s Saela. She is a dream character for me to DM for– very little fleshed out backstory with room to explore, with still-concrete events in it. Consistent character choices and personality, to the point I can sometimes predict what she’ll do. Very cool aesthetically. And overall? EXTREMELY sweet. Baby, baby bird.

3. Your favorite side quest.

Either the one going on right now in amnesia, where we have to collect brain matter from big powerful elementals, or the stop we made at a family of vampires in Acarnya (the one I played Osfyr in).

4. Your current campaign.

There are five of those, with two on hold. 

-Wildemount, aka the Frozen Sick module from Explorer’s Guide to Wildemount (we’re almost done with that, my PC is Bly). 

-Amnesia campaign aka high level campaign: we woke up in hell with no memories! PC is Zize. 

-Hoard of the Dragon Queen module, near the beginning of that, PC is Pointy. 

-Horror campaign, only two sessions so far, but we’re trapped in an alternate dimension carrying out tasks for a creepy dude. PC is Vinny. 

-Kithan, where we’re high level monster hunting guild members searching  out ancient artifacts of the gods (campaign based on the Monster Hunter games), PC is Topaz.

-Silas, party is currently trying to help dragons free themselves and stop a… dude? No spoilers! I DM. On hold because I had too many campaigns going at once.

-Silas v2: extremely vaguely based on the plot of season one of the web series Carmilla. A tweaked version of the first arc the Silas party went through. On hold because it was played in person at school.

5. Favorite NPC.

I don’t really have any NPCs in my campaigns that I’m super attached to, except– Nikeo, a goliath rogue PC in Silas 1, had many adopted children. Three of them– kobolds– sometimes stand on each others’ shoulders, put on a long coat, and help out around their parent’s store. They’ve named themselves Koby.

As for favorite NPCs in campaigns I’ve played, I can think of… a lot. The first is Laurel, a blue dragonborn loner type who followed Osfyr and friends in Acarnya. They were kind of broody and dark, but they really drew me in. They were the first NPC we really talked to– they were sitting on top of the post office laughing at the mob scene of people protesting not getting their mail delivered.

I’d also pick Osfyr’s partners in that campaign– Yelkian, a backstory love interest I came up with, a flamboyant soft sorcerer. Jupiter, politician’s niece, who took pity on Osfyr’s attempts to seduce information out of her and let them succeed on both counts (seduction and information). Xerxes, extra AF rogue with a big loving family, who swept in after a fight on the back of an eagle-wildshaped Brysth (npc druid). 

There’s a blue dragon in the HOTDQ campaign that we don’t know much about. I really enjoyed the way @dungeonsanddraconicqueer played him. He’s just a dude! Lex’s warlock made a Deal with him to leave the town alone. We still don’t know the implications of that. It’s fine, guys.

And then, there’s Stewart the Skin Steward, a servant of False Mystra. Fun dude.  Very cavalier– nigh, enthusiastic!– about the fact that his entire city was made of skin. Something of a skin connoisseur, in fact!

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).

Saela, hands down. She got breathed on by a dragon, yo. We then had to stop playing for 4-5 months because a player lost access to the Internet. I wrote a vision/speech from her warlock patron, the Raven Queen, the night she died, and basically didn’t touch it until I read it out in game. It involved a confession that the Queen was  tired of being a god, and showing Saela all the lives she’d touched. Then we used Matt Mercer’s rez rules for her. She came back– but it was her choice.

7. Your favorite downtime activity.

Fucking tinkering dude!!! I don’t get to do it enough as Zize and that is entirely my fault. @ morgan, eyes emoji

8. Your favorite fight/encounter.

I LOVE creepy shit. There was a train car with people dancing in it, and party members got enchanted to dance along and eat the food,  and the revelers were clearly in pain, and snuffing out a candle caused a reveler to disappear. Creepy shit!

In Kithan, we had to climb a staircase, and we timed it with produce flame which is a 10 minute duration cantrip, and we were climbing for 50 minutes. We started to see things in the edges of our vision. Then someone realized it was an illusion, and it all vanished. It freaked me out so bad.

In amnesia campaign, at level 19, we were traversing a cave, and our shadows started dripping the same black goop we were there to investigate. We killed one and it took down the max hp of the person whose shadow it was, and then they straight up didn’t have a shadow until they long rested. It really freaked us out, realizing the shadows were actually creatures, but they were like CR 1. Really effective use of a low level monster.

9. Your favorite thing about D&D.

The way it has something for everyone… the way it’s brought me so many friends… the way it’s inspired my OC creation like nothing else.

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

I’m not sure if this is asking about NPCs I’ve had as enemies, or any monster in D&D canon? The longest campaign I played in didn’t have long term enemies  per se. I’d say I was frustrated with the cultists that ambushed us last session in HOTDQ,  but I didn’t hate them! I just couldn’t seem to hit or dodge them. As for a favorite… probably False Mystra: the demon lord Orcus who’d taken over  the position, and therefore the duties, of Mystra, the god of arcane magic.  We killed it,  but then whoopso!! Our wizard lost her powers.

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?

I play an ideal amount, honestly: four times a week, for about 2.5-3 hours a session. HOTDQ Tuesdays, Kithan and horror campaign switching off Wednesdays, Wildemount Thursdays cause we miss CR, Amnesia Sundays.

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

Amnesia: Yocheved, the party barbarian/full time fish, has a secret third arm and/or a prosthetic ass. Cylthia, the druid, does arson (but actually). Relentless is a Crown paladin, so she puts her fingers in her ears when we do crime/lie. She also has a rod of lordly might that, immediately post amnesia, she made into a 32 foot climbing pole. Yocheved eats pounds and pounds of raw fish for every meal.

Wildemount: just the shenanigans and sabotaging each other that the Bastard Trio get into. Example: Nissy was tasked with buying Zier a cloak for cold weather and purposely got him an  ugly one. Zier then prestidigitated it to be a nicer color.

13. Introduce your current party.

Oh boy, I have 6 of those. Here goes. Keep in mind many of these characters are played and games are DMed by my friends who have OC blogs of their own: Raini and Ayen are bekahdoesnerdshit, Ezra, Nissy, and Roona are glasyasbutch, Horror DM, Lent, Eve, and Nakoria are toomanyorphans, Wildemount DM, Saela, Daecyne, and Cylthia are bhissar, HOTDQ DM is dungeonsanddraconicqueer, and Amnesia DM, Zier, Nyxi, and Sarril are overplannedbutunnamednpc. Not an OC blog, but Yocheved, Avri, Arbor, Thraf, Nikeo, and Whisper are mickgoesabsolutelyhamforbarbie.

Amnesia (Zize): Lent, tiefling paladin, former crownsguard who “fell” (became an oathbreaker), then un-fell when we lost our memories. Cylthia, tiefling/elf druid who can shift between tiefling and elf forms and loves setting things on fire. Yocheved, 14 foot tall nereid (fishfolk) barbarian with a dry sense of humor, is the party parent. And Raini, aasimar wizard, sass machine and Zize’s bff.

HOTDQ. My PC is Pointy. Ezra, quiet human paladin. Theata, moon elf rogue. Freya, sweet (human?) light cleric who sometimes misreads situations. Eve, 13 year old (!!) human warlock who kinda sucks, but like, she’s 13. Nyxi, motherly gnome bard who Is going to adopt Pointy. 

Wildemount (Bly): Alene, human barbarian. Quiet and with somewhat of a parent instinct. Some sort of Mysterious Backstory. Delta, aasimar rogue, similarly shady backstory? Unclear. Sticks with Alene. Nissy, drow rune knight, sucks. Zier, drow sorcerer, also sucks. Nakoria, dragonborn warlock, ALSO sucks. (Those three make up the Bastard Trio.) Avri (F for them), goliath bard and Avri’s guardian, died last session by falling on a floor full of knives. 

Horror campaign (Vinny): Roona, halfling bard, very impulsive, eats exclusively with her spoon that says ASS, and chills in Vinny’s fanny pack. Ayen, elven teenage warlock with a dark backstory. Sarril, Ayen’s not-dad, half elf beast barbarian who got it from his wife. Arbor, dryad  monk, who wears an all white plague doctor outfit at all times.

Silas v1 (DM), Original party before 1 left and 1 died: Hacka (RIP), human luchador-styled drunken monk. Nikeo (left), goliath rogue with so many adopted children. Inferno, fire genasi paladin/phoenix sorcerer with anger and impulse control issues. Saela, babiest aarakocra warlock of the Raven Queen. Hacka’s player now plays Voda, a stoic water genasi tempest cleric who cast Raise Dead successfully on Saela. Nikeo’s player now plays Whisper, a tabaxi astral soul monk.

Kithan (Topaz): Thraf, monsterborn (universe-compliant dragonborn) barbarian. Very social, very outgoing, very stupid, and very traumatized. Fucks majorly. Daecyne, sweet tiefling druid and Topaz’s good friend. Viosa, aasimar homebrew class I forget the name of, uses her small stature and allure to her advantage. Damur, half-orc eldritch knight, the party’s only braincell.

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.

Acarnya. My PC was Osfyr. Soraphine, traumatized halfling bard. Azalea, human fighter. Durzuell, haughty high elf sorcerer. James, nerdy half elf wizard. Drago, erratic Russian dragonborn monk. Kairon, slightly edgy ranger/paladin (but we love him). 

Nordenheim. My PC was Cap. I will admit: we only played 2 or 3 sessions, so I don’t really remember  most of the other party members except Rory, a fire genasi ranger who almost burned to death.

Silas v2 (hopefully will continue; I DMed): Kysseris IV. Half-elf paladin, uptight. Tower 1-6, warforged wizard who crawled out of the desert and is looking for info on how he was made. Mae “Pock”, gnome rogue, very small and  sweet. Josh, human trickery cleric, kind of an asshole, but in a way that’s funny and hasn’t bled over into IRL annoying.

[school] West Marches campaign (Ner): by the nature of West Marches, there was never a consistent party, but a few stood out to me. Red Foot, a hyperactive kobold sorcerer who’s level 8 against all West Marches odds. Lyra, Great Old One warlock of Tzee’Mhor, an abomination goat that a party I was in accidentally created. Fildo Baggins, divination wizard who can only affect allies whose toenail clippings he has in his vial.

15. Do you have snacks during game times?

Hell yeah babey!!! I mostly play digitally, especially during COVID, and I need something to munch after DMing for a while. Shit’s exhausting.

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?

Welp! Online mostly, since everyone I want to play with has the audacity to live far away, and now exclusively online because of COVID.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?

Our Amnesia party is so rich that we just don’t keep track of money. In Kithan, a lot of rules that make characters less powerful are just… abolished (like the bonus action spell rule). (The DM likes super OP characters so she can throw SUPER OP monsters at us.  My character has a necklace that gives 5 additional uses of channel divinity.)

18. Does your party keep any pets?

Nope. No opportunities for them. Zize’s party has a little water snake on the druid’s arm but I doubt that will last very long.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

Absolutely. Cursed dice get j a i l.

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?

Acarnya got me into d&d, it was my first campaign, and it was happening at the place I lived. I’ve been playing almost 2 years. (Critical Role inspired me to DM)

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?

Not sent a fucking letter to say goodbye to their boyfriend before the world-fate-deciding bullshit that was gonna happen and possibly destroy shit. It was fine in the end though!

22. What color was your first dragon?

Red. Man, that guy sucked, he almost killed Osfyr. We were investigating a monastery secretly run by dragons disguised as humans.

23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns?

Original campaigns. I’ve never run a module before! I’m not opposed, but most of my campaigns came from ideas  that I had. I’ve never been short on ideas for a game.

24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?

As a player, I just open my character sheet and get out dice. As a DM, I try and think about what material I want to get through this session, and write some narration and/or stat things out if I feel like it.

For DMs

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?

A lot of times, Inferno has rushed into battle from what I’d built as a stealth mission, and gotten her ass and sometimes the party’s asses kicked. I should really have learned by now.

26. What was your favorite scene to write and show your characters?

Definitely Saela’s resurrection ritual and vision.

27. Do you allow homebrew content?

Yes! I’ll check it first,  but I’m all for expanding the boundaries. I homebrew items and monsters all the time, why shouldn’t my payers get to homebrew their shit?

28. How often do you use NPCs in a party?

Too often in my first arc. I had like 7 NPCs running around at all times (they were Carmilla characters). Super not recommended. I have 0 right now.

29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions?

I’m still finding my groove with RP as a DM. I like encouraging my players to RP amongst themselves. I consider myself fairly good at combat on both sides of the equation, DM and player, so that’s always fun to me, especially when my players enjoy it too.

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?

I have one actively reforming murder hobo player, the rest are diplomatic. (The character, Inferno, is having a great growth arc. I’m super proud.)

For Players

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?

I fucking love genasi as a concept. Favorite class would have to be rogue or cleric, but gunslinger’s up there too.

32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)

I  honestly don't have the patience to not play DPS. I love doing lots of damage. Healing is satisfying, support is satisfying, but there’s a reason I picked rogue twice and tempest cleric over other domains.

33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?

Sometimes the backstory is part of the character concept– especially for Pointy, because I had the name first, then went hmm why would she have this name. Almost always, though, more backstory gets written during the campaign when I have an idea. Sometimes a character will act in a way I don’t expect, and it’s fun thinking of a justification to fill backstory gaps.

34. Do you tend to pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?

Mostly  usefulness honestly. I’ll make choices among several for flavor, but I’m a big proponent of using mechanics to build character. What I mean is, think about Magnus in TAZ Balance– his protection fighting style contributed a lot to the way Travis played him as a protective person. I love that shit.

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?

I like to do a lot, but unfortunately my  energy is pretty down lately so I haven’t been doing as much.

[messedupessy]

WHAT’S BETTER THAN ONE GENDERBENT SWAP PAP? 3 GENDERBENT SWAP PAPS READY TO CAUSE MISCHIEF OFC (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❤

Oh my fucking god I am finally done with this gkjegkjegkje this pic has taken me frikking weeks to finish even though it was just meant to be a sketch but then I was all hey let’s add a bit of colour here and there and this the damn result and I’m so happy it’s finally done xD

Anyway a couple of weeks ago I was obsessing a bit about my genderbent version of Boney, aka Bon, and I was like damn I want her to hang out with @torrikor‘s humanswitch swap pap Ri Ri and @nighttimepixels Lilytale swap pap Amber and this is the result, Bon currently in the process in suggesting the 3 cause some trouble which Amber is all for, while Ri Ri I think at least is panicking inside over the fact she’s invited or like is hanging out with the other two or something pfft

Gods this turned out so sketchy but I love it, as I couldn’t bother doing stuff all properly and I like it like this ye, really happy with Bon’s and Ri’s faces, Ambers still looks a bit weird but still good, I had to change and fix up Ri so many times like the hair her nose her eye colour everything bc a certain someone keeps changing how she looks and it’s driving me insane xD but I think I got her correctly at least, really proud of her hair I usually don’t draw hair by hand like this but I rly like this style ye, and originally I only used like 4 different colours so Ri’s skin was like orange and stuff but it felt hella wrong so I changed it to how its meant to look which I’m so happy I did bc fuck it felt so wrong even tho I wanted to stay with my palette but she turned out so good when I changed it yes, there are so many mistakes like everywhere but idgaf it looks hella good anyway and I’m happy :D

And since I was already working on this when I found out it was Night’s birthday, you can consider this to be a very belated birthday present from me UwU ❤ and I think Nyxie had their birthday not too long ago either I think so this can be a birthday present for ya too man ❤

[ourfracturedomens]

Every odd unusual ask ✨

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

- I use Apple Music/Amazon Music, but if I had to choose out of the three, it’d be Spotify. 

3. what color are your eyes?

- Blue/Grey

5. what is your relationship status? 

- Single 

7. what color hair do you have?

- Currently, bleach blonde. Give me a few weeks and it’ll prolly be different. 

9. where do you shop?

- Walmart? Amazon? 

11. favorite social media account

- Twitter or Snapchat

13. any siblings?

- None. 

15. favorite snapchat filter? 

- Uh the devil horn one? 

17. how many times a week do you shower?

- Every day.

19. shoe size?

- Depends on the shoe type. Average is about 9-9.5

21. sandals or sneakers? 

- Sneakers??

23. describe your dream date

- Anything with food tbh. I’m easy to win over 😂

25. what color socks are you wearing?

- None colored

27. do you have a job? what do you do?

- Nope; full-time student. 

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

- Does breaking some bones in my moms foot with a hammer count?

31. 3 favorite boy names

- Sebastian, Lucien, and 🤷🏼‍♀️idfk

33. favorite actor?

- How do you expect me to choose just one??? Michael Sheen for sure. Peter Scanavino?? Does Paul McCartney count?

35. who is your celebrity crush?

- Either Ryan Guzman or Peter Scanavino

Turns out I have a thing for puppy dog eyes

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

- I used to read a ton, but school got in the way. But my favorite book so far is either “Clockwork Angel” by Cassandra Clare or “One Child” by Torey Hayden. 

39. do you have a nickname? what is it? 

- Nyx? Nyxie? Dumbass Bitch™?

41. top 10 favorite songs

- Oh god here we go:

“Sun Aint Gonna Shine Anymore” by Frankie Valli

“I”m Happy Just To Dance With You” by The Beatles

“Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy” by Queen

“Message in a Bottle” by The Police

“The Chain” by Fleetwood Mac

“Family is Family” by Kasey Musgraves

“’39″ by Queen

“Hey Bulldog” by The Beatles

“Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles

“Somebody To Love” by Queen

43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

- Oily? I think?

45. how many kids do you want? 

- A year ago I would’ve said none, but as time moves forward I feel that anxiety of the “Self-Extinction” thing so I’d say at least one, though not necessary. 

47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

- Big-ish. It’s not a mansion but it is pretty big. “Everything’s bigger in Texas”

49. what was the last compliment you received?

- “I like your shirt” 

51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

- I dunno, 8? 

53. opinion on smoking?

- Gross. 

55. what is your dream job?

- Forensic Profiler or Crime Scene Investigation

57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

- No? Do people do that? Is that normal?

59. do you smile for pictures?

- hell no. 

61. have you ever peed in the woods?

- No????

63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

- Chik-Fil-A but I guess Wendy’s got good chicken too 🤷🏼‍♀️

65. what do you wear to bed?

- Shorts and t-shirt?

67.  what are your hobbies?

- Paint. Music. Book.

69. do you play an instrument?

- Flute/Piccolo, occasional air guitar. 

71. tea or coffee?

- Covefefe

73. do you want to get married?

- Why not?

75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?

- Ye

77. do you miss anyone right now?

- Not really? My gran mostly, but no one in particular I guess.  

79. do you believe in ghosts?

- Hell yes. 

81. last person you called

- My mom. We needed cheese

83. regular oreos or golden oreos?

- Regular. 

85. what shirt are you wearing?

- A TAMU shirt

87. are you outgoing or shy?

- Shy af

89. do you like your neighbors?

- Nope

91. have you ever been high? 

- No 

93. last thing you ate? 

- Reese’s Cups

95. summer or winter? 

- Winter

97. dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

- Dark & Milk

99. what is your zodiac sign

- Cancer

[nyxyscreations]

Hey guys, just to let you know I do have other social media in case things get too weird here.

My Instagram is Nyxyscreations as well, but it's a mix of my own collection and sculpting, and some personal.

I have a Nyxy's Creations Facebook page for doll announcements and such, and you can always get in touch with me via email and in Den of Angels. My Den of Angels username is Nyxy.

[jd-arts319]

NAJVERSE: collisions of fates

(in this story,I saw some stories evolved xahji & snazzy how they gotten together in a different way...this one has interference)

Xahji was thrilled to meet her online childhood friend,charmy.

She met him on online when she was only in elementary through his dad,who had been friends with charm's older brother,trinket,she had seen his posts from his brother & was really intrigued because charm looked like a cute femmine boy.

She also had heard he likes to make cute little jewelries from small seashells & coneshells as well.

Infact she has one he gave from her birthday,she was really happy because the bracket she received was beautiful.

But everything changes when her friend mentioned in their chat that he had met someone one online as well,he said he once met him on real life,because he ordered the sports keychain he made,it turns out the boy likes sports especially baseball,he also mention the only reason he met him in real life because his other brother had met the mom of the boy he met,so that's how he met him personally.

It was middle school now,xahji couldn't wait to see her friends & of course her crush...snazzy,she met him on the start of middle school years through her friend swifty,she found out snazzy never goes the same school with them on elementary & kindergarten because he was put on different school on that time,so this was her first time to meet him.

Needles to say,she was in love,it's been 1 1/2 years since she met snazzy,when she saw them,she greeted them but then she saw something else.

Snazzy walking & was laughing with someone else,she couldn't make out their silhouette but for some reason is like she had seem them before,so she decided to get close to them,once she got the full veiw.

She was shocked,there besides snazzy was none other than charmnyxia,her online childhood friend?!,how they did even know each other? More importantly how come she didn't know charm was registered in their school?!.

When charm turn his head & saw her,he smiled & called out"hey xahji!",xahji. Snapped out of her daze & looked at charm with a suprise expression & says"charm?"

Snazzy was suprised as well & looked at charm with a bewildered expression & said"you guys know each other",charm then chimed up saying"yep!she was the other online friend I was telling you about the same way I told her about you!,what? You guys know each other or some thing?"

Swifty saw him & says"charm!!!"he then almost tackled hugged him,charmy laughed & says"is nice to see you too! My little swifty!"swifty let go of him & says" I didn't know you are going in me & xahji's school?"charm then said"yeah,my brother enrolled me here because of Rigel."xahji paused & asked suprise"Rigel? As in Rigel luminescent solitaire?!,you know him" charm looked at her & says"yep! He & my brother used to work together".

All the three we're schocked,in truth their school have been provided by some help by the solitaire company for donation,it was run by asura luminescent,the ceo of the company.

Charm was confused & asked"what's the matter?" snazzy then says in shocked voice"charm,did you know that Rigel was the son of-" "the solitaire company's ceo?,yeah I know" swifty then gonna ask how but charm says"guys I think we have to go,class is starting & maybe I can tell you guys later one about it?"

All the three just nodded,as they got in their classes soon as possible,it was gonna be a new interesting year with a new student in their class,mostly the one had been online childhood friends with their famous baseball player & the soon to be photographer as well.

_____________________________________________

Name:charmnyxia

Alias:charmy,charm,nyxy,nyxia

Age:14(middle school),17(high school)

Birth:3/19/19

Gender:genderfluid

Sexualities:bisexual

Relatives:genesis,trinket(brothers),Rigel(guardian)

Friends:snazzy(interest),swifty,Siren & xahji,(childhood friends),idle,cray,Colona(friends),Archer(friend)

Info:he had met xahji in online when sometimes he was being Homeschooled,he usually makes little jewelries or accessories & sell it when he goes to kindergarten,many people where impressed by his skills,he once met snazzy online but not just online but also in kindergarten he goes to & seals his accessories,there snazzy got interested on the baseball bat & ball key chain made out of resin,he could tell snazzy likes sports so he gave it to him for free,snazzy was schocked at what he did,& he said the only payment snazzy could give was being"his friend"he was bullied in his childhood years,so asking snazzy for being his friend & him accepting it,makes him happy.

Personality:shy,creative,patient,sweet,kind,helpful,caring,considerate,understanding,creepy when angered,clueless.

Likes:snazzy,arts,music,seeing snazzy play baseball,sports(sometimes),photography(more than sports)

Dislikes:feeling alone.not being noticed for too long,being forgotten,bullies.

Facts:since he & snazzy along with xahji are childhood friends,xahji could be easily be acquainted with snazzy.

On when snazzy misunderstood about xahji liking swifty,he goes to xahji first & protect her from snazzy snapping at her,then he would help them clean the misunderstandment.

If xahji & snazzy got together,his feelings towards snazzy will be unrequited,but despite he is feeling hurt he support the two,also keeps them on tabs of"healthy"relationship.

If he & snazzy got together,he would help xahji after he got togehter with him & help her move on.

The first will be the same results even if he rejects it.for xahji.

This charmnyxia

[creativeflowers87]

febuwhump 22

CW: Poison, blood, injury

AN: I have no idea how poison works and this is a fake plant

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Calixto do not have a good feeling about this trip in particular.

It steps carefully through the underbrush, making sure not to prick itself with any of the many poisonous plants in this area. Seriously, why did Nyxie have to build her place in the middle of nowhere?

Calixto breathes out, staring up into the sky. It's starting to become dark out, they better get to Nyxie's place soon, or at least get somewhere to stay for the night so they don't die out here.

"Hey, Calio?" Emery calls from behind her, "When're we making camp?"

Calixto thinks for a moment. "Well, I don't actually know," it says finally, "I might scout out ahead. Just stay here."

"Wait, what—"

Calixto starts to continue walking, a little faster than before. They really need to find some place to sleep, before nightfall at least.

It just hopes it won't take too long.

---

Calixto doesn't manage to find any sort of campground, but what she does find is a crap tone of mobs.

"Shit," it says, pulling up its shield just in time for something to explode in front of it. It feels the gunpowder sprinkle over its skin a bit, but thankfully it's the unignited part.

It exhales heavily, its steps beginning to falter as it tries to block off the many mobs coming its way. It shifts its shield to its other hand, and starts to build a temporary dirt wall just ahead of it.

It's not the mobs, however, that cause its downfall.

It steps back into the wall in hopes that it would be easier to defend itself from there, when it steps into a thornbush.

Immediately, shivers go up its spine, and it looks down to see the dark sap mixing into the cuts on its ankles. It quickly slices the bush up and shoves it out of the way, where it can't hurt anyone else, and boxes itself up before grabbing a torch to have a look at the damage.

On the one hand, it's not as bad as it could've been. Sure, some has definitely gotten into its bloodstream, which isn't great, but it's not enough to kill it, just enough to slow its reaction time and make it black out a bit every few seconds.

Some part of Calixto, shoved deep into its brain, kind of wishes it'd just die instead of dealing with that.

It shakes its head, trying to stave away the incoming dizziness, and sits down properly on the floor. For some stupid reason, it didn't have the foresight to bring any sort of medical kit, or even any ointment or something to make it throb less. Still, there are some bandages shoved into the bottom of its bag, and it fishes them out and starts to wrap its cuts.

Just when Calixto finishes up, the dark spots in its vision start to come more and more often. Whether it be from exhaustion, the poison, or from simply giving up, it passes out.

---

Calixto hadn't returned for a good few hours, and Emery was worried.

She set down another torch on the ground, putting up her shield just in time for an arrow to be caught on it, and continues on the trail where she assumes Calixto must've been. "Calio?" she calls for the millionth time, "This isn't a joke, you can come out now."

Just as she's starting to give up, she sees a weirdly shaped dirt box of some sort a few feet ahead of her. She rushes to open it up a little, peeking inside the hold she created.

There, she finds Calixto.

It's splayed out on the ground. A pile of suspiciously bloody thorns sits in the corner where she's looking in; she shoves more dirt on top of it. Its ankles are messily bandaged. Its shield stands on the other side of the box, a few arrows stuck in it and a couple more scratches on it than before. Its face is considerably more pale than it should be.

"Hey, Calio?" Emery whispers.

As expected, there is no response.

Emery glances down at her pocket watch. If it's correct, it will be sunrise in a little while, then it'll be able to try to find Nyxie and get themselves sorted.

For now, though, there isn't much to do other than wait.

---

Calixto wakes up to someone standing over it.

It nearly screams, but the sound is caught in its throat when it realises that oh, it's just Emery.

After a good few seconds of contemplation, it then realises, in very quick succession, that 1, she was told not to follow it, 2, she did anyways, and 3, it has no idea where they are.

"Em?" Calixto says, wincing a little bit at how slurred its voice is, "You weren't meant to be here."

Emery shoots up suddenly from where her head was in a hole in the wall. "Uhm, hey Calio?"

Calixto hums, just to show that it heard her. "Why're you here?"

Emery shrugs. "It'd been a few hours, and you weren't back, so." A pause. "We really need to get to Nyxie's, now, don't we?"

Calixto nods slightly, then tries to stand up. It manages, but as soon as it attempts walking, it almost falls over completely.

Emery catches it. "Bad idea, Calio," she says in a voice that sounds way more menacing than it should.

Calixto just hums.

Emery sighs, then, after a bit more digging, manages to pull Calixto's lanky frame out of the box. "Think I might know where to go from here," she says conversationally.

Calixto makes a motion as to respond, but it's already falling asleep again.

---

Nyxie opens her door for the first time in three weeks to find Emery at her door again.

Sighing, it opens up the front door, to find that it's not Emery who needs medical attention, it's, surprisingly, Calixto.

"What did you do this time round?" she says.

Emery scratches the back of its neck nervously. "Uhm," it says, "I wanted to visit you? We, I mean."

Nyxie squints at the tall figure in Emery's arms. "And you couldn't do that without someone getting hurt."

"Yup."

Nyxie drags her hand down her face. "Just— come on in."

Emery quickly plops Calixto down on the medical cot. "So," Nyxie says, unwrapping the messily-done bandages, "What are you even doing here? You aren't meant to be here, y'know. I'm technically on leave."

"Which means that you aren't meant to be here either," Emery points out, "This is your workspace, technically."

"And my house."

"But also your workspace."

Nyxie huffs, wincing in sympathy at a particularly bad-looking cut. "Touché," she mutters.

She can practically feel Emery's evil smirk from behind her.

"I swear," she says, "Can you just focus on your girlfriend, who literally got poisoned?"

"I know you've got it handled."

Nyxie carefully finishes her work in silence, before turning to Emery. "And you," she says, putting on her best stern voice, "You go get some sleep."

Emery sputters. "Wait," she says, "I didn't agree to this!"

"I can see the circles under your eyes from here, Em."

Emery waves her hands around for a moment, before huffing in faux-annoyance. "Fine," she says, walking away, presumably to her room, "I'll go annoy you sometime else. Happy?"

Nyxie smiles at her. "Yeah. Good— morning, I guess. See you later?"

"See ya."

[torrikor]

*slides in* (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hello nyxie cutie, it's me Essy who is always here whenever you are open for drabble requests etc, anyway you wanted something to write i will give ya something! so some shenanigans with Azu and Hunter, maybe a cooking accident or something but I demand that Hunter's leg is been thrown at someone or something at least somehow, and whether you want to make it selfshippy or shipping between the two if you are into it is up to ya, also Hunter laughing would be hella sweet yo

i know you wanted shenanigans but this turned out majorly fluffy in the beginning oops dfrgthtgfrd there’s shenanigans by the end i swear

He’s doing it again. He does it every goddamn day, and every goddamn day Hunter can’t help but stare adoringly. It’s gross, he’s like a lovesick puppy - and yet he can’t bring himself to be angry about it.

While Azu goes about gathering supplies from various cupboards and drawers for dinner, Hunter stays sat at the table, with his skull propped up on one hand. It’s hot out, even as the evening draws near, so Azu’s still got his shirt tied in a way that shows off the majority of his spine and his lowermost ribs. It’s almost hypnotising to watch him move, to watch him reach up and stretch to reach the higher cabinets, to watch him crouch and bend to see if there’s anything he can use in the fridge. It’s over all too soon, he’s soon gathered everything he needs to start.He doesn’t quite get chance to, though.

“Hey, come here”

He looks over his shoulder as Hunter beckons him over, and raises a bonebrow at him. “WHY?”

“Just come here”

Setting down the pan he previously had in his hands, he does as he’s told. As soon as he’s within grabbing distance Hunter pulls him down onto his lap, keeping him in place with an arm draped over the crest of his pelvis. Azu just snorts at the new position, shifting a bit to get more comfortable. He then grins down at the skeleton he’s now sat on, “DID YOU WANT SOMETHING?”

An affirmative hum is Hunter’s only answer, before he uses his free hand to direct Azu’s face downwards, meeting him halfway with a short kiss. And then another. And then a third one is all it takes for Azu to start laughing. He misses the lopsided smile Hunter gives him, but he doesn’t miss the sound of his partner’s laughter joining his.It’s a rare thing, to hear Hunter laugh openly. Rare to people who are just friends, at least - Azu has the privilege of hearing it quite often these days. He’s yet to get tired of it; it’s surprisingly soft, and calming, and if he listens close enough he can hear the quiet purr underscoring his voice.

With a final clank of his teeth against Hunter’s forehead, Azu goes to stand and resume making dinner, but-

“Wow. Gay”

“GOOD EVENING TO YOU TOO,” He slides off the other’s lap before turning to Nyx, leaning against the doorway and grinning at them. Without a second of hesitation, he continues, “NOW GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN”

A bark of laughter is the first answer he gets, and the second is from someone else. “can’t we be allowed in just this once? ain’t fair to keep all the kisses to yourself, y'know” G appears behind them, and is about to enter before Hunter kicks his leg out to block the path. The two share a brief moment of eyecontact before the intruder looks to Azu and points to Hunter. “he’s allowed in”

“ ‘He’ doesn’t start fires and create messes whenever he steps foot in the kitchen” Hunter’s grin is goodnatured, but there’s a tone of ‘you know I’m right’ to his voice. “You two, on the other hand-”

“That was one time!”

“two times”

“Two times!”

“TWO TIMES TOO MANY! OUT, BOTH OF YOU” Azu shoos his two other partners out of the room, and Nyx laughs as they disappear around the corner, but G stays long enough to try and snag a packet of crisps from one of the nearby drawers. In response, Hunter goes with the simple solution of mild violence. There will be no crisp stealing tolerated before dinner.

“Out!” With practiced movements, he detatches the prosthetic from the remains of his left leg and promptly throws it before G even has chance to retract his arm from the drawer. It hits the cabinet beside him - granted, Hunter hadn’t actually been aiming for him - but it’s enough to startle an ‘ack-!’ out of him and get him to drop the snack.As he teleports away, defeated, Azu plants his hands on his hips and looks at the prosthetic on the ground, then Hunter.

“THERE ARE BETTER WAYS OF GETTING THEM TO LEAVE, Y’KNOW”