#Nyx ashkala

[smokin-gun]

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𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉'𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒢𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜��� 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓈

[finalsongxiv]

Nyx Ashkala - Manwhore, lover of cigarettes and booze. Kicks ass and asks questions later.

@guns-smoking

*Strokes my chin* I’m getting cocky/romance vibes off Nyx where you WANT to love him but he’s not the type you take home and settle down with b/c he’d prob store his knife in your floorboards and ruin the finish -- SO I GIVE YOU THESE: 1st Impression:  Rodeo - Lil Nas XIf I took you everywhere, you wouldn't know how to walkIf I spoke on your behalf, you wouldn't know how to talkIf I gave you everything and everything is what I boughtI can take it all back, I never cared 'bout what you thought Assumption: Youngblood - 5 Seconds of Summer And I'm just a dead man walking tonightBut you need it, yeah, you need itAll of the time Bonus: Summer’s Lost - Hurt Nights without end seem to bleed into daysTry to forget that it turned out this wayI am still mortified yet believed in a wayThat when my days are doneWe'll be in the same plane

[zellbellart]

Just some new shots of Nyx.

[astroflux-ffxiv]

Haven’t had the chance to take a photo in-game with my RL bestie if forever, so I took one while she as AFK. Mwahahaha! Is it ok that I am kinda jealous of Nyx’s abs? He is ripped...

@gunsmith-cat

[purplemeteors]

A tol and a smol.

@gunsmith-cat

♥

-whispers- I ship it.

[manawalls]

OH NO I’M CREEPING AGAIN i even got to stand between them from a distance

didn’t want to interrupt, just wanted to take a snap and run >> feat. @gunsmith-cat​ & @lauranis ISWEARI’VESEENYOUONTUMBLR NVMIFOUNDYOU

[smokin-gun]

(I wrote this blurb because the quests completely inspired me, however, I’m also falling asleep so don’t expect much, lmao. It’s not done.)

He’d left her.

He’d actually left here there, like a jackass.

The timing was horrid. Absolutely hellbent on destroying everything before that vital moment when he’d have to leave again. His mind was torn between an actual connection, lust, desperation, and a call to duty he’d never felt himself pulled to before.

Nyx hissed through his teeth as the frigid air of Ishgard lashed against the stubble on his face. He tugged the thick, lined coat that concealed the inkings on his neck from the world further up until his face was obscured enough to begin this trek home. It was well past the twelfth bell and nay a single life could be seen on the streets.

She’d been wanted by a thug, a man who couldn’t be scorned by a woman, and he’d mentally left himself back in her room, that instinctual need to protect springing into action. But instead, his body had moved of its own accord. His heart had a mission that his mind disagreed with.

Rook had already placed his preparations at an undisclosed location and he found the pack with ease despite the snow having drowned it from prying eyes. It smelled like the bar. Like Rook. It comforted him to some degree even though he would never admit to it.

The Seeker hoisted the thing into his back and reached into a coat pocket for a pair of leather gloves fitted with fur from some fiber bearing creature, and began pulling them tightly over each finger. He’d only snapped out of the early process of travel when something fell to the ground. The red spade shone brightly atop the corporeal bitterness that lined the street and he reached for the card that hosted it. The ace of spades. She’d tucked it into his coat as he left and even now he wondered why she’d been content to lose a card from her deck. What did it mean to her? The explanation had been lost in his haste to get moving.

Some stirring in the chain of rumor had hinted that all who were willing to offer a hand in Garlemald were to convene at a specified place and time, but he’d missed it by several suns. His only choice was to pay for a private service to drop him in the wilderness outside of the main city. Regio Urbanissima. He’d manage to find someone, but only by the skin of his teeth. He’d not be arriving with the others, but he’d still manage to get to Garlemald no matter the cost.

—————Several suns later————-

His feet landed on solid ground after far too much time in the skies. Nyx wasn’t quite fond of leaving it for extended ranges towards the heavens, but he’d endured. Much to the disapproval of his stomach and his head.

They’d named the Camp “Broken Glass” and as he treaded ground, his coat pulled as close to his body as possible, he realized why the name had stuck.

The sun had already begun to disappear beyond the mountains when he’d arrived and to his surprise, someone amongst the machinists had prepared a cot for him in one of the annex buildings just south of the aetheryte. What little fire they could conjure up managed to keep the cold at bay enough that everyone inside would be able to sleep with some degree of comfort.

Golden eyes analyzed every soul within his temporary housing and he eventually laid back on the cot, one that might have been a touch too short for him. After all, telling organizations that he was a Miqo’te often led to… misunderstandings about height. Nyx had been about to roll over when the voices of two Garlean refugees made his ears raise the slightest bit. He’d almost failed to notice their allegiance until he noted a very familiar insignia across the shoulder of a jacket.

His jaw set and he went deathly still, finally rolling over just so that they wouldn’t know he was eavesdropping.

“Do you really believe they’re here to save us? Have you lost all sense? We’re going to be delivered soon and then we can fight back… These savages won’t pull masks over all of our eyes… You’re too soft.”

“You’ve lost all reason, all sense. We can’t do this on our own. It’s certain death if you run from them and deny their aid… Do you want to end up like your family? Stubborn… and very dead.”

Nyx’s eyes widened as the conversation continued on, but more to his horror was the realization that he’d been misled to attend a Garlean recovery process. He sucked in a breath and his fingers dug into the cotton of the cot. Tonight, Grace would remain at his side, her body polished and her chambers filled.

A hushed breath spoke into the fabric and a huskiness settled in his chest, one that came out in a whisper, “Garleans… they’re helpin’ tha Garleans… Wha’ fresh hells is this?”.

[zellbellart]

I did the thing! I’m not 100% on the text yet, buuuuut, I did it anyways. Can always change it later.

[catramihgo]

gunsmith-cat jamesjibberish

[valthedragoon]

I unfortunately don’t get much of an opportunity to RP with anyone (being on a server that is not balmung kinda does that to you :P) But that doesn’t really stop me from theorizing interactions between my characters and others! Val isn’t very good with technology as a whole. Much unlike Nyx who seems really proficient in his workshop especially with his guns. I can only imagine how Nyx would react and deal with a completely dumbfounded Val handling something on his workdesk in his shop. So I doodled this up just for fun! I may never get a chance to rp with you, but I hope you like it despite its sketchiness none the less. :)  ( For gunsmith-cat! Thanks for the help with the wording even though I didn’t tell you what it was for! :D)

[alannahcorvaine]

spotted a nighthawknyx next to Optimus Prime today. :o

you ported out too fast for me to wave though (i was behind you). D:

[astroflux-ffxiv]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuMjIShQdvM)

I found this for gunsmith-cat since I envision Nyx singing this song with a boy band. :D Nyx actually kinda reminds me of Ren, the long haired blonde one who sings “I kiss you, R”. Haha

[moonlifter-archive]

found an afk @nighthawknyx when i was in ul’dah o/

[smokin-gun]

𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ℑ'𝔪 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔠𝔲𝔷 ℑ'𝔪 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℑ 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔤𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢 ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢, ℑ ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔫 (ℑ 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢)

[zellbellart]

My finger slipped.... and I do hope to actually make this into a finished product :3.

[catramihgo]

Hello gunsmith-cat >:3