#to ask about her

[a-hazbin-reader]

Well Nix is absolutely gorgeous, real form or makeup. If you have more photos of her, don't be afraid to send it! She's wayyyy too pretty! I'm ngl, when I first discovered your blog, the first thing I noticed (besides Alastor X Reader stuff LMAO) was Nix and how pretty she was and I thought she was from a book and I wanted to see more of her.

You mentioned you wrote an entire backstory for her? What is the rest of her backstory? :0

Also her name based off the Greek Goddess, Nyx? (Personification of the night)

I based her name off of one of the oceanids, Nix because originally, she was just 100% a mermaid demon but I also really love the idea of that too! Nix is the name she picked for herself in hell

Okay, I'll indulge in this because I'm really excited to get it all out-

TW: Implied SA, Murder, Death

When she was alive:

Name: Mariella

Age: 28 (1912-1940)

She lived with her father and her little brother, Louis(He was only her half brother but both their mothers died after birth)

She loved both her father and Louis deeply, having long since determined that she'll live her life for herself when her father is dead and Louis is grown

"I'm nearly grown, Mariella! You don't have to baby me!"

"You still have four more years to go until you're a legal adult, my little treasure~"

She worked as a librarian during the day and picked up shifts at a diner when money became tight

And if she came home late in the night and happened to notice her father was gone? Well, he must have a good reason for it

She didn't know what her father was involved in, how deep in debt he was in order to keep feeding his habits

Not until she came home one day to find her home being ransacked by loan sharks

She found her father beaten and hunched over her little brother, trying to protect him from the blows

She hadn't heard Louis cry like that since he was a little boy, fuck, he still was a little boy in her eyes

She desperately tried to get the men to stop, offering them all the money she had, offering them anything

Anything to make them leave her family alone

So they take her offer

She's different after that

She tries not to let Louis see how that night affected her, tries to give him some normalcy, and be brave for him

But she wakes up every morning with him in her bed and fresh tears on her face

She can't look her father in the eyes anymore, and he doesn't have the words to convey how sorry he is

"Mari..."

"I have to go, Papa."

She tries to go on like that for as long as she's able, until she finds Louis guarding her door one night, shaking and holding a bat

"I-I heard a noise and I just wanted to protect you...this time..."

She can't go on like this, and she won't let Louis go on like this

"Oh Louis..."

Somehow she finds herself hunting down one of the loan sharks, the supposed leader, and she kills him

She hadn't originally planned to kill him but he forced her hand and the next thing she knew she was covered in blood

It feels good, better than good, it feels like taking control of her life again

"Louis, I promise you that nobody is going to harm us again.."

It takes years for her to hunt down all of them, and now she's nearly found the last one

In that time, Louis has turned into a man before her eyes, her father has passed and she's killed 6 men

She finds the 7th and last man on the docks, she makes a mess of his boat and can't bring herself to care

She can't bring herself to care when the police arrive, her victim's screams having drawn attention to her

She doesn't care when they draw their guns, when they scream at her to drop her weapon, when there's a loud shot ringing in the air

Suddenly, her body crumples, and she can't move, tumbling into the black waters below

Her lungs fill with water while her blood turns everything around her red

When Nix realizes she's in hell, she has a small breakdown

Until she figures out that the men who ruined her life are also down in hell and then she's filled with a familiar resolve

She gets to hunt them down all over again and this time she doesn't have to worry about Louis finding out

So she restarts her life down in hell, new name, new career and definitely a new look

Because the black and white isn't cutting it, who is she? Betty Boop?

She fucking wishes she was Betty Boop

She creates work as a hitman/information broker

She's determined, often letting her drive to hunt down the original 7 overrule everything else in her afterlife

She pretends that her kills are all business but anyone who's seen her in action would know she secretly enjoys it

She won't accept payment for what she deems as a special cases(what qualifies as a special case? You'll have to ask her)

Nix is seen as cold, snarky, and ruthless but has a tendency to soften up around people she senses need a gentle hand

It's also really fucking easy to make her laugh no matter how hard she tries to be stoic about things

Little kid: Oh fuck! Nix: 😤🥴🤣

She still can't fully shake off the woman she used to be, no matter how hard she tries, Mariella is still with her

If an overlord or someone powerful wants her services? She's going to absolutely take them for all their worth because fuck them

But it's a lonely life and sometimes she wishes she made time for people then she remembers that she's in hell and the people here ain't worth shit

Thinks the idea of redemption is nice but not for her, she has no desire to leave hell

Not even to see Louis or her father

But the idea of bringing hell to heaven? Making them for pay allowing the past play out the way it did?

For encouraging all that horrible shit in the world because it makes people better for it?

She could get behind that

Okay! Okay! I'm done! Back to your regularly scheduled program!!

[bethfuller]

limited perception.

find me on instagram!

[beebfreeb]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[sealsdaily]

Seal noises please?

awawawawawawa.....

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny and Amanda from DBD would get along..

[squidthusiast]

“Tinkers with home appliances (bad habit)” Me too, Marina. Me too.

(I wonder if Pearl has ever walked in on Marina sitting in a pile of deconstructed toasters with an absolutely devastated expression.)

Oh you bet it has happened

[lady-starkiller]

going wild on a saturday night

*glass of bourbon*

*wikipedia page for 'photon'*

[percabethconvos]

Grover: So I'm curious, what's Annabeth's 'love language'?

Percy:...

Percy: Asking

Grover: Asking?

Percy: Yeah. You should've seen how happy she got the other day when I asked her about the construction of the Pantheon's dome

[ministarfruit]

day 15: haunting ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[umblrspectrum]

part 4 of a lot funnier in my head than on paper

[pangur-and-grim]

grrrrr…….. back to the vets this week. this dark area on the bridge of her nose hasn’t gone away, and now I’m worried that it’s skin cancer.

[nenayaquisieras]

my brain is saying 141 with a reader that sees dead people. like they notice how respectful she is to the dead. when she kills she moves the bodies, sometimes says a small prayer to herself. they see her looking at things that aren’t there. “Did you see that? Never mind.” or she mentions she feels something weird in the air, or something wrong. talks to the team about the sleep paralysis she gets, always leaving out the grayish dark figure that accompanies her on those nights.

She’s never told anyone until she got drunk enough to were she’s literally laughing saying

“oh yea i see dead people.” And the guys obv think she’s joking and egg her on about said dead people she sees. but then she tells them about the entities that follow them, the people they’ve killed, always following them around. some are very angry, she feels their malicious intentions. ends up describing them in grave detail, they way they looked, what they wore, the last words they spoke before her teammates pulled the trigger. Something that only THEY would know.

“oh man, let me tell you about Gilbert my sleep paralysis demon. I swear he’s been visiting me more and more recently.”

[inkskinned]

the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.

[ollies-moving-castle]

If this gets a two thousand notes I’ll ask my mom for a binder

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You can do it

I don’t believe in you

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