#Nyx's lore

[inevitable-pretty-chaos]

Okay, so... here's the promised post about my species, yaay!!

[Have in mind that I will write a few little thing ms about my lore –> my dimension-related experiences, but ai won't explain everything, because of various reasons.]

So, let's start!

I am sure about one thing about my species – I literally have no idea who I am. /hj Long story short – I have an amnesia and I don't remember a lot, ha. No, seriously, I can describe my species very well. But who am I, what is the name of my species? I want to know, but, eh, I can't gain that knowledge now.

Let's start with the general description or, shortly: what do I look like?

So I have fair skin, black curly hair, freckles, purple eyes... I changed my appearance in the headspace to feel more comfortable and in my dimension I was similar, but different. I won't fully describe here my general appearance in the dimension, because it it's just not important. What's important is that I literally looked like a human. Maybe a weird human since I had straight, medium long hair with a gray color that faded smoothly to white, forming some kind of streaks. And I had a very dark eyes. But at the beginning I was no different from the human being.

But later I discovered my second form. And it changed everything.

So, my second form is similar to my normal one. What's different then? Well, in that form I have claws made of some kind of metal that I can easily retract, completely black eyes, and sharp teeth, because yes, I forgot to mention, in every form my teeth are all sharp and fang-like. And in that form it's easier to use my powers. But about it later.

And what's my behavior? What can I do?

Oh, well, considering only species-related behavior... Hm, sometimes I act like a cat. I like to sleep many hours or hunt. But it's not so important. What's more important? Hm, I love to bite others. And scratch things around me. And, in my dimension... I probably eat flesh and blood. I hunted other beings using my claws, teeth and powers and let's just said that I was cruel. I hiss at others when I'm annoyed or angry. I love to spend my time in a completely darkness. I can see well in the dark. I am fast. I'm not the strongest one in my dimension, but because of my magic, I'm very powerful. And I'm very connected to the night and the darkness. It also looks like I'm kinda a shapeshifter?? But I can only turn completely or not into a smoke or a smoke-related liquid. And as a smoke I can float. That's it, I guess.

Ah, finally, about my powers or magic, whatever it's called.

I have two types of magic and a few abilities related to them.

One of the powers looks like black smoke, it can only change form into liquid. I was born/created with this power. Its main use is defense. Mainly because it is very poisonous not only in liquid form, because then it turns into poison and kills, but also as smoke, because then it destroys body tissues. It is directly related to the darkness and my dimension and because of it I have one ability related to the Neutrals –> animal-like beings from my dimension.

Oh, so what are the Neutrals, hm?? They're made of the darkness similar to mine and of the fragments of the souls of the beings from my dimension and a few selected humans from this dimension. They can look like a smoke with shining fragments, but they can change their shapes to any animal they want. They contains the memories of a dead person and their souls are able to heal others. And, of course, they act and think like animals and have similar inteligence.

So what about my ability??

It looks like I can control them and put them inside my body. So my body kinda contains Neutrals. I know, weird. I can use the Neutrals for defense or just to heal myself or others by copying soul fragments and making solutions from them.

My other magic is really... different.

I wasn't born/created with it, so I xan say it was a punishment/reward/experiment or whatever else. It was, it is... too powerful for my body and I guess that's why I was sick all the time in my dimension, but that's another story. This magic looks like a galaxy. And it's sooo pretty! It’s not related to the darkness, but it can do awesome things. I can change the form of it. It can be a smoke, liquid or have solid form. It's not dangerous at all or at least I don't know anything about it. I can turn it into anything I want, create different spells with it and generally it's very useful.

And I think it’s all?? I could, of course, write more about my lore, but it's very complicated and I still have an amnesia and I just simply wanted to write something about my species.

You all, of course, ask questions in the comments or asks or wherever you want.

Oh and here's a very old drawing of a Neutral made by Wren!!

~Nyx

[satoshy12]

Danny, the child of Gotham and Bruce

+ Eldtrich horror Gotham, think of Nyx from Lore Olympus, just with more shadow tentacles.

While on a Gala Gotham

In all her eldtrich glory, Gotham came to Brucie Wayne and left their toddler eldtrich child in his lap. Tiny Danny has black hair, blue eyes, tiny bat wings, and fangs.

It became a news paper!

But most people weren't that surprised, just confused. How do you have a child in a city? Is it like when a god had a child with the earth or so?? 

Don't ask Bruce! He has no idea!

+

For extra drama

Metropolis, in his eldtrich, handsome light form, is angry that Bruce slept with Gotham.Only for Gotham to say she doesn't care about him anymore!

+

Poor Bruce, believe him! He didn't mean this!! 

But not even one person believes him, and worse, his children! They joke that Gotham is now their stepmother. And Lady Gotham is totally okay with it!

[nyxenthusiast]

Nyx in different media!!

Hades game

Gods School

Percy Jackson

Lore Olympus

Punderworld

Marvel

Smite

God of War

Hooked on Chtonics

[yesmissnyx]

I just realized that I've never recorded myself cumming while in serious Fuckbeast Dom mode...my ramblefaps don't actually reflect how I sound when I'm truly in The Zone?

My normal, everyday "getting myself off" sounds are pretty whimpery and feminine (as some of you have already heard), but when I'm actually fucking someone to my own completion or getting myself off in Dom Mode my voice goes a lot lower when I speak/moan 💀

Honestly though...I have no idea if I'd even like listening to it, because quite frankly I sound insanely hot to myself when I'm moaning and whimpering 😂 Way more fun to edit, IMO.

[genericpuff]

Question but is Thanatos still Hades son in LR?

[swallowtail-lotus]

That isn't true at all.

Nyx loves her children and is a great mother. She may be a Primordial, but she's a loving mother and cares deeply about her children.

[crispyfishsticks]

Okay I’m about to make you go DEEP into those archives.

Who’s the first ever character you drew and how did they evolve as you started drawing more? 👀👀👀

First character was a Lock named Rippington. I eventually changed his name to Xahvin, because he was named after one of my fav smooth jazz bands at the time. Used to draw him frequently and he hasn't changed much. He is large for a lesser will and is a barely tempered, seething ball of outrage. He acts as diplomat to a particularly contentious empire that alternatively keeps trying to assassinate him and bury him in unnecessary paperwork. He's scarred up for reasons, half probably from the murder attempts and half because he's combative and has tussled with other Locks in the past. Riker (Archaeon) is one of his agents, the hate is mutual.

He also dislikes Scott, the Team, and all Traders. Kitra is still his Bonded Companion and about the only peaceful thing in his existence. Outside of her, he has a fairly agreeable relationship with Vel, a human that was lent to him by Movallo (diplomat to another empire) to help with diplomat duties. Vel earns his respect and they get along OK.

Old arts:

[elle-p]

By Nyx Core, you can't summon a Persona.

In game, the option isn't available, and Great Seal is cast without one.

In the movies, Messiah dissolves when Makoto gets close.

In the Weird Masquerade, Shiomi attempts to summon their Persona, and fails.

[therantingsage]

Listen I love fankids and I love character design! Unfortunately I have no plans of making any fankids for these two in actual Finders Keepers canon because like...literally no way to do it they're too different biologically. So I adapted some instead! These are the only people I follow with fankids I think, but it's enough to make a decent spectrum as far as which parent they pull from. A few colors here n there have been adjusted just to make them look more related to my versions (super vibrant stuff makes them look like sparkledogs with how my designs work aksdjfhaskhf sorry Nyx specifically ily I promise).

Beanie by @electrozeistyking

Nyx by @thecosmiccrow

Colt and Akita by @lilblucat

[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

You see,nyx being a bad mother in LO is fucking stupid because in mythology:

Yeah.

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

his ASS is not happy

his ass was bedridden for 2 whole ass days. urs would also protest

[witchofthesouls]

Hey, for the other!tfp trio….let's assume that the team remained on really close contact despite the distance after the war (RID 2015 who knows you? Certainly not me). I wanna see a really touching reunion between the bots and their protegees, but here's the twist:

They return to their kids, only to find out that these three are no longer kids, but young adults (maybe late teens for Raf, because our future little Dragon always will be the youngest of the trio) and are no longer humans (cause they have fully embraced their other heritage)

This time-lapse could be explained by either A) the bots spending a bit longer on Cybertron and losing the human sense of time or B) The kids deciding to make a joint trip to elsewhere/the other side after the end of the war, where time doesn't move the same as in the human plane (they went as kids, but elsewhere spit them as grow ups even though this change doesn't make sense to the bots.... because they are seeing things from a human sense of time); now, when exactly these three got lost and then reborn, that's privy to them alone.... I prefer the B) option if you ask me....

Regardless, I think that these three would remain tightly nit, as tight as possible (they could be on the other extreme of the planet or any other plane, and yet they would return to each other...eventually). Cause after all the went through, separation is not an option for them

Reactions and talks/explanations are meant to happen in response to this..... and what roles June, the Esquivels and the Nakadais families had to play in all this

Ohhh, this is interesting. I hinted or understated in some pieces that time can get weird in Elsewhere as a call to the folktales and myths of humans stepping into an otherworldly space to spend a few hours there, and then stepping back to their world to find out decades had passed.

Perhaps it's their heritage, singing in their bone marrow and igniting from the Matrix's influence, June's own presence (haunting and hungry, no matter how muted or how well she hides her own teeth), or a strange combination. Perhaps it's the experiences they shared, forged in fire and blood as Earth's own chaotic nature. But these three are bonded. Intertwined with each other, even across the world.

Distance means both little and much to them now. They ventured onto foreign, alien planets and spaceships, traveled to lands across the world in the blink of an eye, and went on the run from a manhunt.

Miko keeps the Apex Armor and takes it back to Japan. At the right moments and when the urge gets too much to bear, she steps into the sea and goes farther than any of her relatives could go, even the ones that can hold their breath for 20 minutes.

She hasn't been the most filial of daughters, but she is her parent's child. Her sea-blooded mother stole back a human that survived and thrived from Elsewhere and claimed that man as a spouse. Bloodlust and wet works are no distant strangers to her. She's inexperienced but a willing learner. She already cut her teeth on foreign flesh.

Down in the dark depths where there's no difference between going up to the sun and going towards the abyss, but where her steps tread, she meets someone with pearly, iridescent scales across a long, serpentine body and a face so much like her own (and her mother's and her grandfather's and her-) with large, dark eyes with an amber ring.

After meeting the yokai that birthed her lineage centuries ago, Miko finds her way back to the Americas. A blessing and a warning kept in her heart.

(One day, Miko will understand what her sea-blooded mother meant when she told her that her father was a 'good Man.'

Raf's deep fascination (admiration, obsession) with space exploration and technology is taken in stride among the Esquivels. He doesn't raise any suspicion among them because that's how they all are.

He absorbs whatever he can, consuming the hard-earned lessons under Ratchet's care and oft-handed commentary. The Esquivels hunger and Raf is no different as he swallows how Cybertronian theory and application and attempts to further bridge between human and alien equipment.

Raf had found his teeth and his siblings recognized it as their baby brother doesn't disappear on them nor shrink away from their more vicious arguments.

(They are a family whose flesh descended from fire tempered by earth. Raging passion and violent temptations. Wicked protection and immense wrath. Voracious, cruel, and beastly, yet so very kind and vigilant.)

Mama kissed her youngest boy (because Raf will always be her baby boy) on his head and told him to be careful, praying for his safety as he went with Jack.

That protection will save them on a summer trip when Jack retraces his steps to all the places he once called home.

Ever since his mission to Cybertron, Jack dreams of strange, wistful things. An unquenchable thirst, an itch in his bones... he feels bereft for some reason.

He misses Arcee. He misses all of them. But for some reason, Jack still dreams of the timelessness of Cybertron. There's still something that calls to him in that eerie stillness. Not the desolate ruins of alien cities, although they quietly sing between hope and despair, but it's the outskirts that wait with bated breath.

In the summer after graduation, he takes his new-used car and travels across the mainland United States. The windows are down as the radio blares, wind ruffles his hair as Raf laughs and tries to figure out maps since some locations are so off-beat that the GPS can't confirm the coordinates.

Deep in the bones of a decrepit old house he once called a home in his long-distant childhood because June and Jack moved repeatedly, hopping from place to place without rhyme or reason... there are the echoes of a wailing scream buried within it.

A living corpse for a copse of trees that guard the area.

(A mother will tell her son what exactly brews in their powerful blood and what she has done to ensure he grew up safe to make a choice.)

Elsewhere exists in so many ways, shapes, and forms. At one point, the legends and myths had once walked upon Earth and left their marks. Something happened in the unwritten, unspoken past that corralled those legends away.

The trio will venture through the many portals and gateways and have many more adventures as they realize there are far more Cybertronian relics on Earth...

Mermaid queens and Seelie emperors, dignitaries of unearthly shapes painted in enamel and precious jewels, sharp animals with sharper intelligence that speak in prose, the faint imprints in slumbering environments, and empty, the lingering remains of humanity's role among such great and terrible things.

(Humanity was (is) great and terrible themselves.)

(Miko's father is a 'good Man,' and that means something different to such beings.)

"Long ago, Man made peace with Magic." "Long ago, it was decreed that Man would stay."

Time isn't linear in Elsewhere which incorporates so much that a single or several maps would be useless. Time flows in so many directions that it's a constant battle to recognize and travel to and from their own particular section of a river.

Perhaps it's his heritage or a minor blessing from the Matrix, but Jack is more sensitive to flow and can locate the best spots for them to get back to their Earth. To the same week, month, or year they ventured away.

Miko explores her own bloodthirst and prey drive. The singing, thrumming chant in her blood and how the Apex Armor responds to it.

Raf hones his own instinct on his particular guidance to find portals and lucky happenstances. Between him and Jack's instincts for 'shiny' things, little can escape them.

In some worlds, they grow older. Aging and bulking, exploring how to reshape themselves and all sorts of careers. In others, they seem immortal compared to the rapid change around them in a species whose lifespan is a single human year.

"We could be gods here," says a man with a firestorm trapped in his bones and has become a dragon. Not a Dragon because he searches the stars for a mech he once called brother. "Are we not gods already?" The not-man made of shadows and feathers replies. He still dreams of a far-distant metal planet and realizes that it whispered to him back then. "Does it matter," laughs a woman encased in armor that's more like a second skin, tendrils sweeping upon the floor like the gentle motion of a calm tide upon the beach. Pink for her lost girlhood and passion, a warning and a sign from her many great-grandmother. Green as the metal she once called her kin.

When humans are pulled Elsewhere. Three things usually happen: they break there, they struggle or thrive, or they break at home.

"How many times have we done this?" A boy that's not really a boy, who shall become a dragon in so many lifetimes, asks his companions. (Raf keeps his sister's warning close to his heart as she once died in a foreign, strange desert and was resurrected in her own pyre to devour the city that enslaved her and so many countless others. Pilar has become a Dragon and that legacy between mortal and divine shall be her epitaph in a battlefield far sooner than later.)

Ratchet returns. Some things change, while some remain the same.

Jack tastes the grief and repressed anger upon the medic and leaves him be. Raf remembers Ratchet parked in the garbage and keeps the old medic busy between lessons and searches. Miko digs into the festering tangle of emotions, lapping into those wounds as she uses the Apex Armor on the training mats to absorb those fighting skills and grills for information about Cybertron and the rest of Team Prime.

She cares, she really does, but the boys' avoidance of Ratchet's issues won't help anyone, especially if (or when) the medic leaves the planet with no way to contact again.

Ratchet went Elsewhere twice. The first time was a rough pill to swallow as Team Prime never realized its existence. He wondered where the trio had scavenged a considerable amount of Energon crystals and the resources to guard the new base with all the newly acquired. He stiffly apologized to them because he had thrown hurtful words over their travels, calling them "superstitious" and "better than that" and "this is why you never applied yourselves" was the least of the insults. The second time, he realized just how much and fast humans age as he counted each tick on his chronometer as they ventured across new continents and strange seas. Those years and crippling injuries and strange bodies melt away from the trio as they return back to their native Earth and their baseline human form.

June visits them. Ratchet never thought to ask how she found them in Nevada when Agent Fowler would have never told a civilian about them. No one questioned how she managed to bypass all the security with her car.

He tallies all the strange, eerie signs as she leaves hints to solve their challenges, how she seems to appear when food is low and they're too busy to bring anything more substantial than a simple run to the nearest fast food joint or a quick foraging session, how all the security in the world, both Cybertron's and Earth's, cannot track her.

"I am what I need or want to be." The one called June Darby demurely answers.

The only family member of Raf's that Ratchet will officially meet is Pilar whose bones are filled to the brim with rituals, survival tips with monsters, gods, and hostile environments, and formal protocols in so many kingdoms, both dead and alive. She grieves as well. She had given up the Dragon to return home but her memories are bursting full of laughter and people and color when the crumbling ruins the new Team explores are long empty of an extinct people or a fallen kingdom.

"Sometimes I think I carved out parts of my heart and left it there. All I have left are the memories as I'm the only one that remembers the campfire songs and the lessons of all those who helped me."

Ratchet will never meet the Nakadai family face-to-face, but he gets a hint of what they are with all the messages and packages they send their only child. Izumi sends pointers on how to prepare certain sea creatures and how to differentiate the signs of an underwater portal in treacherous waters. Her husband will leave cryptid messages and strange, gold pieces. Sometimes he sends coordinates for Miko to dig up a weapons cache or an informant to cultivate.

Of course, things change when the not-quite-human trio spirit back a Primal Artifact of Quintus Prime...

[roachiimochii]

im obsessed w him ur honor

[de-nyx]

HEARTBREAKER LORE !!🔥🔥

(She has mommy issues)

[lookatmysillies]

Round 24 - Himei POV

Himei's pulse throbbed in her ears when she stepped onto the stage.

Cirrus looked like something entirely beyond human, as usual. They hadn't interacted much with Himei before the show but to smile at her silently once when she was caught staring. She'd torn her gaze away, quiet resentment bubbling up in her chest. Fizzling out at the ever-present thoughts of Lark and Noora.

Her bruises had healed, for the most part, but she still required a bit of extra makeup to make herself presentable for the stage. Inside and out, Cirrus was better. They were just better. They looked it. They acted it.

They were better.

Himei had conquered the stage twice for a third kingdom come, and yet she felt as the spotlights beamed down on herself and her opponent that it would be the last. She wondered if this was how Tallis felt. Small. So small and insignificant.

The music reached her ears as if from some distant, long-forgotten dream or memory; perhaps a memory that turned out to be a dream after all, a fallacy of the mind. Her PR team had only just barely agreed on her song choice. They wanted her to stick to what was working, songs with attitude, songs with scoffs and snarls, but she argued that her fans would enjoy more depth from her now that she was in the final eight.

And that was probably true. It wasn't why she chose it, but it was probably true.

She could feel her heart down to her stomach, throbbing against the corset that sat snug around her torso, the perfect centerpiece to her flowy blouse and skin-tight pants with tall, thigh-high boots. They limited her movement, but she didn't need that freedom as she had her first two rounds. Her moves were slow and liquid smooth when the first words came from somewhere deep in her chest, flowing out with all the calm dignity she found from within as her eyes fixed on a point in the sky that seemed random to any viewer:

Just a moment Right before all the song and dance...

Himei had kissed Tov again before she was taken to the performance site.

It was a frenzied, frantic thing, an immediate clash of lips and teeth when she came to see Tov in her quarters. She maneuvered her so her back was to the door once it closed and kissed her until they were both breathless, then again until Tov planted two firm hands on her shoulders and shoved her back.

"What were you thinking?" she asked. She didn't sound angry. She didn't sound afraid, or affronted. She just looked sad. "Coming in here and doing that at a time like this? Like you're never going to see me again?"

Wasn't brave enough to tell you But there ain't gonna be another chance

Himei wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as if to swipe away the shame of her own actions, the taste of fear and self-loathing lingering on her tongue. "I don't know. I don't know, Tov, really, I don't know. I'm sorry."

Tov crossed her arms. "Sorry for what?"

Confusion made Himei's brow tilt. "For... for kissing you? You just said—“

"Well, I wish you weren't." Tov blinked, and only then did Himei notice a telling shine of moisture in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but Tov beat her to it. "I wish you weren't sorry for kissing me, but for your own apparent need only to do it when you're afraid."

Himei stared, mouth agape.

She didn't know what to say or do. It felt like she was an inmate on death row about to meet the consequences of her crimes - what does one do on their last day? What can one do? Everything, and yet nothing at all?

Tov stepped into her space, gently as opposed to Himei's ferocity, always gentle when she needed to be and firm when she needed to be that, and Himei was always the wrong one at the wrong time, nothing but a broken record. Tov cupped Himei's face in her hands - smooth, unlike Tallis's. Smaller than his.

It's not long until All that I have And everything's still The minutes are racing

"Don't kiss me afraid," Tov whispered, her voice breaking. It sounded like a plea. "Just kiss me."

So Tov pressed her lips to Himei's, and Himei did.

They kissed. The moments passed as they embraced, as if it would be enough to rid of all the baggage and clear a path for the future, just this one moment.

Maybe it could.

In some other world, it could; the ghost of Tallis wouldn't be sitting with his chin propped up in one hand, staring vacantly through them. Lark and Noora wouldn't be whispering in Himei's ears, calling her a liar, a killer, a coward. Daiki wouldn't be perched on the desk in the corner with her feet on the chair looking Himei dead in the eye and hissing not so fun now that you've got it, huh?

They wouldn't be pursued by the ghosts of those long gone.

But right here, right now, they were.

Whatever I've done

That's why Himei had slipped her letter to Leona in the event that she lost.

I did it for love

Dearest Tov, she wrote, if you get this note, we both know that I lost. Guess it's about time, huh?

I did it for fun

I guess this is both a confession and a farewell. Don't get excited, it's not a love confession. If you're not dense, you should already know I love you. But that's not what this is about.

Couldn't get enough

I want you to do me a favor and turn this note in to the guards once you're done reading it. That way, maybe they'll be off your back for good. I know you see me in such a positive light, and it breaks my heart to think that you might not think that now, but I hope you can understand why I did the things I did—

I did it for fame

—I had a hand in poisoning Lark.

But never for money Not for houses Not for her Not for my future children Until now

No, that's stupid, I was the hand. I poisoned him. I received the drugs from an outside source and used them on him before your round. I was scared. I've never been very good at that faith thing you're so fluent in. I was so scared because this source I mention had considered using the drugs to take Min out so she wouldn't be a threat to me, and I almost died against Min. I considered using them on Daiki before Round 7 and then I didn't and Tallis paid for my mistake. It's something I can never forgive myself for.

How could I love again? How could I ever ask for more?

And I was afraid that you would die too, and I could have stopped it. I think if your round against Akane came before mine with Cirrus, I would probably kill her too. I don't care about the consequences anymore. It scares me as much as I'm sure it scares you.

And to the road ahead Into a life I can't ignore

I didn't mean to turn into this. I never wanted to become this person. I don't know if it was the real me all along and if this ugly competition brought it out in me, but I can't make it go away, and it can't go on. Noora showed me that it can't go on. So it has to stop tonight, and if it doesn't, I have to do something about it myself. I don't want you to remember me this way.

(Lose her) how could I love again? (Move on) how can I walk this path for sure? (Lose her) with no more time to spend (Move on) I know the answer more and more

Please do me one last favor, the biggest favor I could ever ask of you - please remember me as I was, not as I am.

As long as I can Long as I can Spend some time alone

Remember me as the girl who sat under Eden with you and named the stars in the sky after the people we loved. Remember me as your roommate who left her socks everywhere and tried to talk to you long past any reasonable hour. Remember me as your best friend who loved you and our Tallis very, very much.

As long as I can Long as I can Be the man I am

Look at my constellation and remember me as the brightest stars.

As the numbers on Himei's side of the scoreboard continued to steadily drop despite her passion, despite how fiercely she belted, she let the tears come freely, her eyes locked on the night sky before her, shining just for her as she shouted out to the heavens.

Oh, life is strange For one more hour I can rage For one more hour

No more lies. No more death.

As long as I can (lose her) As long as I can (move on) Spend some time alone As long as I can (lose her) As long as I can (move on) Remember who I am

The music began to peter out, and Himei's eyes searched not for her guardian in the crowd, not for her guardian’s child, but instead for Cirrus on the stage. You don't deserve this like I do, that last, fighting voice of rage and resentment cried.

Just a minute, fella, right before you go out there All your voices said you wouldn't last a minute bare One more hour and you'll know your life is one to share

You haven't suffered like I have! You haven't had to do the things I've done to get here! It should be me!

Just a minute, baby, right before we go from here All those people said we wouldn't last a minute near I'm with you and I could roll into another year

It should be me, the voice spat weakly, fading into nothing. It should be me.

But then why shouldn't it be Tallis? Why not Nyx for Dian? Why not Min? Lark, or Noora?

Why should it be any of them?

The music drew to a halt, leaving Himei in nothing but the silence of her own thoughts and ragged breaths.

She reached for the sky and—

BANG!

Just a minute, fella, right before you go out there All your voices said you wouldn't last a minute, bare One more hour and you'll know your life is one to share Just a minute, baby, right before we go from here All those people said they wouldn't last a minute near I'm with you and I could roll into another year Just a minute fella right before you go out there

Tov belongs to @ivanttakethis. Cirrus belongs to @cirrusoftheclouds. Lark and Noora belong to @kamersona. Daiki belongs to @daiki1k. Akane belongs to @aakaneeee. Min belongs to @starry-skiez. Nyx and Dian belong to @rockwgooglyeyes.

[katrinahays]

here is a list of books I love that everyone should read.

-The folk of the air series by Holly black (cruel prince, wicked king, etc).

-Six of crows duoligy/king of scars by Leigh Bardugo duoligy.

-Witch haven duoligy by Sasha Payton Smith.

-Nightworld series by L. J. Smith (unfinished series).

-The things she's seen by Ambelin and Ezekiel Kwaymullina.

-Nimona by N. D. Stevenson.

-Lore by Alexandra Bracken.

-Shamaborn series by Lori M. Lee.

-The secret circle series by L. J. Smith.

-Entertwined by Heather Dixon.

-The Guardians series by William Joyce.

-The Forbidden Game by L. J. Smith.

-King Nyx by Kirsten Bakis

-Any books by Flame Tree (mythology/history!!!).

I love all of these books so much, no matter what people say. if anyone wants to know about them, just lmk!