#n.yx

[thyjester]

me watching the fatui trailer ONLY to listen to pierro's voice shouldn't be as regular as it is

[meatriarchived]

sometimes i miss my myth-based muses. my gods, my primordials, my demons, my sweet nymphs. my mortal children of deities.

[mcthernight]

[kitsched]

"Do you really not recognize me, Jaemin? Or do I need to knock you off your ass to remind you?" Tilt of her head, leaning against the bar. @lovedspiral

[kaoharu]

screams in agony. its 1am and i Finally got to a save good lord

[brckensociety]

[ text: ] i am certain this is very entertaining for you, given how lame and uneventful your life is. [ text: ] i'll make sure to change my fuck buddy's contact name after this error, so i don't make it again. [ text: ] i'd rather die than think about you in that context. [ text: ] used an easel, they are great for getting good angles. why was she even answering him? well, because she was bored and also didn't want to have this end with him feeling like he had some one-up on her. [ text: ] his name is justin, not sure you know him. he moved here from ny like five months ago.

nyx: oh no, i know it wouldn't be. nyx: but i am finding it terribly amusing that it ended up being sent to me anyway nyx: did little miss perfect make an error? or were you thinking about me, and plausible deniability is easier? nyx: how did you manage that angle anyway? camera propped up against some books? okay, so nyx couldn't help himself and generally that was the nature of their relationship for him to be a pain in the ass to her at all times and wind eachother up with lots of sarcastic comments and eye rolls.

nyx: who is mr lucky anyway?

@brckensociety

[legends-and-savages]

Callie has a preference to being called Callie as opposed to Callista. She associated Callista with being in trouble

Kieran is indifferent to nicknames, and isn't sure what people would call him

Maverick is alright with being call Mav, but he would prefer if someone he is friends with him as opposed to someone who doesn't know him.

Onyx hates nicknames, and doesn't like people calling him N.yx. He could be persuaded by a pet name from his significant other

Tiberius will not tolerate being called Tib. He may likely eat someone because of it. Like Onyx he could be persuaded by a pet name from his significant other

[lastxdragon]

Dany/Nyx

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… Daenerys x Nyx

Feel free to elaborate as much as possible !

Who is the most affectionate? Nyx. Dany’s warming up to it, but she’s not used to it.

Who initiates the handholding? Nyx in public. Dany in private.

Who worries more for the other? Nyx. Side effect of being a Kingsglaive, he wants to protect Dany even though she has Ko and Queensguard and dragons.

Who is more likely to ask for help? Daenerys. Nyx is a little stubborn there.

Who is the one always losing the keys? Nyx.

Who leaves little love notes for the other? Daenerys

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Daenerys

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Daenerys. Nyx doesn’t feel like he can since Dany is royalty.

Who introduced the other to their family first? Neither have living families.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? Nyx - he loves her hair.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Dany has staff for that.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? Nyx. Verrryyyyyy overprotective.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Daenerys

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Daenerys.

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Dany and she joins him. If Dany falls asleep, Nyx carries her to bed.

[a-la-mort]

i have noticed i’ve said i was back multiple times and not once did it ever stick

the mind of a gremlin... ah yes

[elichatterarchive]

‘[two] isnt inclined to share these emotions because... that’s a weakness. that’s a sore spot. and not only do i [two] not care to share that with anyone because i don’t like feeling weak, i don’t like feeling, uh, less than, i don’t think that’s something she... will want to share with anyone.’ 

[forsaken--lullaby--moved]

✿ //gladio at nyx

Who have a crush on who 👀| Accepting

is this how perfection looks like... I'm pretty sure it's is.

[mcthernight]

      " how peculiar . . . it has been a long , long time , since i spoke with a mortal . and one that even saw me , in the first place . tell me , stranger , what is your purpose here ? "

[theymakehistoryarchived]

Out of respect for the deity and people who worship her, I think I’m going to make N.yx the oc a- have a different name and b- just be a generic night deity with my own mythology for her. She is a muse available on d/iscord, or as a guest muse here. Her bio is in a Google doc upon request once I fix it up to make her be a genuine oc, not a deity mixed with an oc. Her fc will likely remain the same, but I’m tempted to change it.

[brckensociety]

april had been bored, having finished an art piece late in the night and wanting to blow off some steam to send the emotions the piece had elicited away. laying on her bed she had sent a seductive picture to who she had believed was a fuck buddy of hers. their contact was labelled 'ny' given the fact that was where they met. of course, in her horny state a misclick was unexpected, she hadn't even realised her mistake until the notification popped up on her phone. "shit." she mumbled to herself before replying. [ text: ] well shit, that was because it wasn't meant for you. [ text: ] glad to see you're delusional enough to think it would be.

the moment his phone lit up with a message he raised an eyebrow with curiosity. it was quite late, but still there was an air of mystery about who it could be without having messaged anyone else first or awaiting a reply. when he saw april's name he was convinced it was something witty, but when he noticed there was a picture attached the moment the message was opened there was no going back now. he was in complete awe of what he had seen, his mouth falling open with surprise. as much as they didn't see eye to eye, he was not at all blind to the fact she was heaven sent in her appearance. but this was something else.

text to april: well.. that was something i wasn't expecting.

@brckensociety

[lasthalt-arch]

@saintswept​    said    :  T.hanatos was, by all means, not a nervous deity. Somewhere during his second & third century of watching over the deceased he had stopped being overly concerned for any of them. Which had quickly found its way into how he faced life in general. Then Z.agreus had come around & managed to quick every carefully crafted wall to dust. T.hanatos would like to hate him for that, but he did not, & that was the root of the issue he now faced.  So if he paced just a little up & down the hallway in front of the prince’s chambers, thanking whatever higher power was listening for his mother’s absence, then nobody should blame him for that. (& who would dare to, anyway?) & yet he knew the way he acted was childish at best, cowardish & ridiculous. Not that calling himself any of those adjectives motivated him to actually step over the threshold.  He did, in the end. Because he was certain the Shades had begun to whisper behind his back & while there was no concept of time in the House, he had been standing there for an uncomfortably long time. If this was what mortals experienced then T.hanatos had an inkling why men died for it. (T.hanatos was now also convinced he had lost his mind.) & when he did cross the border eventually, the sense of familiarity, of belonging that had nothing to do with the room itself, was overwhelming. The room was empty of course, which was a very likely possibility that only occurred to him now. Love evidently turned him stupid on top of insane. T.hanatos was patient, though, & eventually Z.agreus always returned. So he would wait, sitting cross-legged on Z.agreus mostly unused bed like he belonged there. Let his brother ship the prince back to the House when he died again. He deserved the uncomfortable silence of C.haron’s company, too. Served him right for trying to run away YET AGAIN.

      𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸    𝐴    𝐷𝑂𝐺    𝐿𝐼𝐶𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺    𝐼𝑇𝑆    𝑊𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐷𝑆    ,    𝑍𝐴𝐺𝑅𝐸𝑈𝑆    𝑆𝐼𝑇𝑆    𝑂𝑁    𝑇𝐻𝐸    𝐸𝐷𝐺𝐸    𝑂𝐹    𝑇𝐻𝐸    𝐵𝑂𝐴𝑇    𝐼𝑁    𝐷𝐸𝐹𝐸𝐴𝑇    .    head    hung    low    ,    arms    across    his    knees    .    the    rattle    of    c.haron’s    breath    not    much    of    a    pleasant    sound    .    he    watches    the    ferryman    lift    and    lower    the    oar    out    of    and    into    the    stygian    water    .    it’s    mesmerizing    .    well    ,    it    would    be    if    not    for    the    sting    of    death    still    lingering    in    his    spine    .    by    now    ,    dying    is    part    of    his    daily    life    .    at    least    he’s    got    the    luxury    of    being    able    to    sit    here    and    ride    home    in    silence    ,    or    be    ushered    back    to    the    house    by    t.hanatos    .    another    upside    :    c.haron    ,    in    his    endless    generosity    ,    does    not    demand    a    fee    for    internal    rides    .    or    maybe    the    fee    just    doesn’t    apply    to    him    .    after    all    -    defected    or    not    -    z.agreus    still    holds    the    title    of    prince    .    crownprince    ,    even    ,    if    there    was    ever    the    possibility    of    his    father    being    vanquished    for    good

    with    an    abrupt    wobble    ,    the    boat    comes    to    a    halt    .    now    ,    everything’s    silent    (    if    you    ignore    the    moaning    coming    from    the    ferryman    ,    not    much    unlike    the    deathrattle    of    mortals    )    .    a    gilded    hand    points    towards    the    surface    .    right    .    the    house    doesn’t    have    a    pier    .    with    a    thankful    nod    and    a    deep    breath    ,    z.agreus    simply    lets    himself    fall    over    the    edge    of    the    boat    and    into    the    river    styx    .    the    water    is    thick    and    heavy    .    were    he    not    so    certain    it’s    simply    stygian    water    ,    z.agreus    would    be    certain    it’s    blood    .    yet    ,    it    doesn’t    stain    his    clothes    .    the    dive    back    into    the    pool    feels    longer    with    every    new    attempt    .    when    he    eventually    does    emerge    from    the    pool    of    styx    ,    on    the    inside    of    the    house    ,    z.agreus    is    exhausted    .    tired    beyond    sleep    (    which    he    cannot    achieve    without    h.ypnos    anyway    )    .    speaking    of    -    after    wiping    the    last    of    the    red    water    off    his    skin    -    he    sees    exactly    the    same    as    always    .    h.ypnos    sleeping    on    the    job    .    mindlessly    ,    like    a    well    oiled    machine    ,    z.agreus    simply    passes    sleep    incarnate    with    a    tap    to    his    shoulder    .    he’s    checking    in    .    another    death    for    the    list 

    he    halts    before    the    throne    .    empty    .    just    like    the    padded    rug    next    to    it    .    they    must    be    waiting    for    him    in   the    temple    ,    still    .    a    gaze    is    cast    back    to    the    pool    .    the    shades    are    in    a    neat    line    ,    waiting    for    judgement    he    cannot    give    .    again    ,    z.agreus    looks    around    .    to    the    right    ,    n.yx    is    nowhere    to    be    seen    .    the    blue    flowers    seem    so    lifeless    without    her    presence    ,    to    grace    them    .    to    the    left    ,    he    spots    his    mentor    ,    floating    as    all    shades    do    .    he    raises    a    hand    in    greeting    and    in    return    earns    a    nod    .    they    got    nothing    to    discuss    .    still    ,    his    scorching    feet    move    towards    the    archway    of    the    west    hall    .    somewhere    off    to    the    side    ,    he    sees    shades    standing    around    one    of    the    statues    .    at    least    they’re    enjoying    the    decorations    .    that’s    not    his    reason    for    coming    here    .    the    actual    reason    ,    stuffs    another    defeat    down    his    throat    .    his    eyes    spot    an    empty    balcony    .    a    long    ,    but    silent    ,    sigh    leaves    him    .    he    keeps    moving    toward    the    balcony    .    it’s    only    then    ,    when    he    realizes    just    how    much    he’d    have    wanted    to    find    t.hanatos    standing    there    ,    as    he    has    done    so    rarely    these    past    few    attempts    .    with    his    arms    crossed    and    back    turned    towards    z.agreus    .    it’s    as    if    he    only    now    reflects    on    what    he    said    to    death    incarnate    ,    last    time    they    met    .    arriving    at    the    balcony    ,    z.agreus    puts    his    hands    on    the    banister    ,    lets    the    conversation    run    through    his    mind    again    and    eventually    rests    his    forehead    against    the    back    of    his    hands    .    (    you    fool    !    you    lovesick    fool    !    )    another    moment    passes    ,    another    sigh    leaves    .    none    the    matter    .    t.hanatos    isn’t    here    now    .    when    was    the    last    time    ,    they’ve    actually    met    ?    without    any    way    to    keep    track    of    time    ,    it    feels    like    an    eternity    .    a    horribly    draining    eternity    .    a    horribly    hollow    eternity    .    had    he    just    kept    quiet    ,    for    once    !    but    no    .    like    always    ,    his    emotions    got    the    better    of    him    ,    last    time    they    spoke    .    suddenly    ,    he’s    nervous    again    .    the    nag    in    the    back    of    his    head    returns    .    (    you    fool    !    absolute    fool    !    )    .    now    he’s    by    himself    on    the    balcony    ,    as    if    simply    standing    there    could    will    t.hanatos    into    existence    on    his    usual    spot

    what    is    he    actually    waiting    for    ,    though    ?    nothing    .    he’s    waiting    for    an    answer    that    won’t    arrive    .    what    must    a.chilles    think    of    him    ?    having    to    watch    him    mull    at    the    other    end    of    the    hall    .    were    the    ground    not    stone    ,    he    would    have    burned    a    foot    deep    mark    into    it    by    now    .    with    a    shove    ,    he    moves    away    from    the    banister    .    onto    another    round    of    his    highly    deadly    game    .    his    desperate    fight    for    freedom    and    the    immortality    he    once    lost    .    that    once    was    taken    from    him    .    not    with    slow    ,    but    thoughtful    steps    ,    he    moves    out    of    the    hall    and    towards    the    archway    of    his    chambers    .    he    has    to    cross    them    to    get    to    tartarus    .    (    one    more    round    we    go    )    .    however    ,    his    chamber    is    not    as    empty    as    he    imagined    it    to    be    .    as    empty    as    it    usually    is

        ❛       than    !      ❜        it    leaves    him    ,    almost    like    a    surprised    yelp    .    with    all    that    former    turmoil    .    did    he    actually    will    t.hanatos    into    existence    ?    no    .    unlikely    .    still    ,    it’s    a    weight    off    his    chest    .    at    least    before    the    one    on    his    shoulders    sets    in    .    threatening    to    crack    his    collarbones        ❛       come    in    .    make    yourself    comfortable      ❜        he    jests    to    cover    the    relieve    in    his    voice    .    t.hanatos    has    already    made    himself    comfortable    .    more    comfortable    than    z.agreus    will    ever    be    in    his    own    chambers    .    yet    ,    he    does    not    move    far    from    the    doorway    and    into    the    room        ❛       what    . . .    uh    . . .    what    brings    you    here    ?      ❜        he’s    preparing    for    heartbreak    .    mentally    preparing    for    the    shatter    of    a    nonexistent    heart

[legends-and-savages]

Name: Kieran Leonardo Barnes

Age: Early twenties

Sexuality: Bisexual

Parents: Tobias Barnes and N.yx. Grace Barnes (Step-mother)

Siblings: N.yx's children

Other Family: Onyx Hayes (Nephew)

Occupation: Literary Agent

Abilities: Umbrakinesis

Kieran is the son of Tobias and N.yx. He was left on his dad's doorstep a few months after he started dating Grace. Grace accepted him, and when he was one the two married. Grace has always been his mom, and that really showed when he was two because his dad up and left the two of them. Grace took a deep breath and went about their life.

Kieran unlike other children wasn't afraid of the dark, and was sometimes a bit lethargic in the sun. He was still active, but he much prefers to stand in the shadows. Kieran always felt more active at night, but he was a good child and slept at night.

Kieran when he was six Bill Matthews came into his and Grace's life. He and Grace were friends, and it was about the time that unbeknownst to both Kieran and Grace that his umbrakinesis was really starting to manifest. Kieran was starting to just appear behind Grace. She often said she should put a bell on him with how often he surprise her.

Two years later Bill told Grace that he had to take Kieran to New Jersey and both were confused until he explained that Kieran was a half-blood and his gifts were manifesting rapidly. Bill himself is a half-blood and the child of N.emesis. Grace told Kieran to be careful and let the two of them leave.

Kieran like everyone who didn't have a godly parent immediately was placed in the H.ermes cabin. His second summer though really changed the dynamic. One of the A.res cabin members angered him enough that Kieran accidently plunged the whole camp into darkness that not even the torches could penetrate. When he got control the shadows disappeared, and C.hiron and Mister D had an idea who his parent was, and they were right when N.yx did claim him but since she has no cabin they left him in the H.ermes cabin.

Kieran has always felt the darkness and does what he can to ignore it masking it with a happy personality. He also fights in M.anhattan.

After his first summer he puts a bell on his camp necklace so Grace always knows where he is.