#nina the woman that you are

[venusintheblindspots-blog]

“Women like me don’t sleep. We know that the night is no friend of us. Night does things, brings people, swallows you up. Night never makes you forget but it enters dreams to make you remember. Night is a game where I wait, I count off until I see the little pink streak cut through our window and I go outside to see the sun rise over the sea. And congratulate myself for making it, because I swear, every night. Every night.”

- Nina Burgess from ‘A Brief History of Seven Killings’, by Marlon James

[nina-ya]

This is so damn cute!!

[viceandmature]

It's all in me Anything you want done baby I do it naturally

[aq2003]

berowne "my girl is so beautiful i hope i die" love'slabour'slost

[your-girl-nina]

I can not hold this any longer. I can not ignore the fact that Walburga Black consumes my mind day and night. That I spiral in bed thinking just how horribly inhumanely human she is.

She was raised a lamb, born to wear wolf's fur. She wasn't an heir, she wasn't a man. She was a childbearer, she was the womb. She was raised to act superior but submit to her husband. To obey the family's males. At 16 her father married her off to Orion. Orion who was 9 years older than her. Her own cousin that she loved like a brother- all to keep the family's purity. She had the duty to bring heirs, especially after Alphard ran off with God knows who and Cygnus failed to bring sons. Her duty was to bring heirs to the most ancient and noble house of black, not to be a mother.

I like to think that her brother asked her to go with him, but she couldn't. She was trapped in that house with that now faceless man she called her husband, all by her own mind. She loved Orion, to some extent. He was her pillar, they say when you're not given love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives- and Orion was a damn sharp knife.

She adores Sirius, still. She's allowed to love a son she resented. He was her duty fulfilled, and he was hers. Her son. Her fucking son. She raised him like her mother raised her brothers. To be perfect. To carry the legacy. To embrace purity. To stay untainted. She taught him lessons. Orion was there too. She guided Sirius, Orion gripped his arm and pulled him along.

Then Andromeda betrayed her blood. Walburga was furious. How could she?! Betray them? Nobility of all things. How could her cousin and Druella fail so badly?! She remembers that her niece was perfect. Her heart aches with anger and betrayal when she burns Andromeda off the family tapestry. She failed them and she'll pay.

By that time she was also focusing on her second son. Regulus was her everything. He was perfect. The complete opposite of his brother who seemed keen on rebellion. Her sons were horrible mirrors she loved.

Orion got harsher. Sirius was misbehaving. And her husband hurt him. She got hurt too. Her heart was seizing. She always knelt beside Sirius when Orion punished him. 'To keep him down' she told he husband. She wished to hold him after. She never could. That was weakness. And Sirius never learned? God that boy never learned no matter how much his father taught him and she guided him over and over and over again- she snaps. She starts hurting Sirius too. Her once only joy, now was only a source of pain. Every scream that tore through his throat hardened her. She had to fix him, had to make this right before things got out of hand. She had to steer Sirius right, to make sure he doesn't do what Andromeda did, to make sure he didn't cause himself more pain, more suffering, or Orion will- Sirius ran away before she could straighten the lines.

She weeped for the first time since her wedding day. She only allowed herself to cry after watching from the second floor window as Sirius climbed over the gates. The same gated Alphard climbed over years ago. Just like his uncle. That kid was just like his uncle. Somewhere in her cold heart she felt satisfaction. Sirius was everything she couldn't be, everything she wasn't brave enough to be. Even Orion watched his wife sob into the edge of the bed. He didn't comfort her. She was being weak. And he didn't hunt Sirius, Sirius was a failure.

Only after she's done he approaches. "You'll burn him off the tapestry. Set an example for Regulus". And God she hoped Regulus didn't end up like Sirius. So she got harder. Orion lost interest in heirs after. She made sure Regulus was perfect. She raised him a lamb forced to wear a wolf's fur. And God did it hurt. Weeks later she hears from Regulus that the Potter's adopted Sirius. Her son. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 son. Her flesh and blood. The only thing she could call her own chose to leave her and be someone else's. No longer hers. And he chose that. She failed like her mother. She resented Sirius, she called him a disgrace, she burned him off the tree, she called him a traitor, a failure, a mistake, a fault. But God knows she still loves him after everything.

[frogs-in3-hills]

the barry the chopper episode of fma 03 is such a wild addition to the lineup it really has it all. it has mini murder mystery. it has gave me nightmares as a child. it has the complete shattering of a twelve year old’s brain that fundamentally alters the course of his development. it has rampant transphobia. it even has hughes

[smashorpass50plus]

[sayxit]

99

[jakeperalta]

this is my all too well ten minute version

[mykashg]

if you meet that standard SHE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

[fuckyouheresyourcoffee]

*God -- or a brunette version thereof -- steps into the shop. If you've never seen the face of God in your dreams, she just looks like a weathered but handsome brunette in a black polka-dot dress.*

*Her gaze lands on the backpacker, the tea nerd, and the longhaired redhead weirdo. She gives them the Nod before she steps up to the counter *

She smiles sincerely but with effort and leans forward on the counter a little. Not like the other American, who seemed like he was asking you for some kind of secret favor, but like an old friend who's come into the shop to wait for you until you're off.*

Hi there, honey. How's it going?

*It's an American accent, flat like Iowa, creaky like an old barn door, husky like a blues player crying.*

Love the name of the shop. It's true, caffeine is life. I wouldn't be surprised if the perfect cup of coffee could wake the dead.

It's my first meal back here in a while. Just got off the plane, and I'm a little jet-lagged. What would you suggest?

*She tips you a wink that could either mean "Please sell me the most chocolatey pastry you have and as much caffeine as you are legally allowed, and do you have any cocaine btw, I'm fucking dying and trying so hard to keep it together" or "I'm ravingly horny and I think you're cute, do you want my hotel key and very expensive room service" depending on, well, what vibes you're capable of picking up. It could also easily be both.*

--@god-in-the-basement

I-hmrmhmmm.

*in an absolutely flustered tone* itsgoingfine

*whispers under her breath* okay nina collect yourself you messy gay bitch

We've got a triple chocolate brownie (it's the sweetest thing we can sell. any more sugar and its a cardiac arrest guaranteed.) and I can make you a French press coffee with a meagre 10 shots of expresso in it.

If you experience any heart palpitations don't pin the blame on me.

[magneticflower]

Nina 🤝 Kaz

A penchant for violent attacks on eye sockets

[six-of-cringe]

I love all six of crows fanart and everyone should make it forever, but I will note that every time I see art where Nina is shorter than Wylan I feel like I've been lightly poked in the eye

[feppepurin]

would you look at that ¡ 3 whole ninas

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt

X: Y, how do I get revenge on my enemies?

Y: The best revenge in life is letting go and living well.

X: Z, how do I -

Z: Bomb.

I SEE YOU, buckle up for some Fluffy Flirty Appreciating Nina Content and crows.

Eat, Drink, And Be Merry, (For Tomorrow We Die) - Nina Zenik

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Explosions/Demolition. Casual I Love You Confession. Explicit Language. Not Beta/Proof Read.

"I can’t look," Jesper is making a fuss, one of the blades nicked his jacket in the riot, but you are relatively sure it didn't even break skin, but that doesn't stop him being... loud about it. "Tell me honestly," he grabs a hold of Wylan's arm, glaring him down like he could be the culprit, "how bad is it?" Wylan moves to open his mouth, but before he gets the chance to say anything, Jesper clasps a hand over Wylan's mouth. "No wait, don’t tell me, I have changed my mind."

"You're not even bleeding," Nina tells him.

"Not me," Jesper says, "the coat." You stifle a laugh and Jesper eyes you. "It's my best coat."

"Then let me," Wylan says, tugging the coat off. You tune out Jesper asking Wylan where he got a degree in coat mending, and Wylan trying to ignore him and his worried buzzing as he locates a needle and thread.

"You'd think he was losing a limb," you say. Inej shrugs.

"Jesper is... Jesper," Inej says, "he can be like that."

You look around and Nina is gently walking rounds of the room, while Kaz watches the chaos outside through a small slatted window.

"This all feels very unnecessary," you point out. Nina grins and crosses her arms, eagerly awaiting Kaz's response.

"Inej, how do I get revenge on my enemies?" Kaz asks. Inej looks up from where she was cleaning her knife.

"The best revenge in life is letting go and living well," Inej says, which is what he knew she would say and gets the expected hand gesture of dismissal for the statement.

"Wylan, how do I-,"

"Bomb," Wylan says, keeping his eyes on the stitching.

"So you claim this mess, is your strategy for revenge?" You ask Kaz. A smirk curls up in the corner of his lips and then the sound hits, the shaking of the building follows immediately after, and you nearly lose your footing. "Fuck."

"Bomb," Wylan says again, looking up. Jesper grabs the coat the moment Wylan's eyes are off it.

"You’ve done quite enough stitching," Jesper says, smoothing the fabric down. "Quite enough."

"You are welcome," Wylan says, pointing the needle at him.

"We are brushing over the literal bomb that just went off?" You ask. In turn everyone except Kaz shrugs. "Was I the only one not clued in?"

"I had no idea," Nina says, "but you kind of expect that from him."

You move towards the door and Kaz looks like he is about to give you an order but Nina's glare fixes his mouth shut, even if he wouldn't admit it. Nina follows you out, a gentle breather in the hallway, but you look at her and you forget how to breathe. Even the chaos couldn't make you forget Nina, make you any less enamoured by her. She didn't ask you to be here, she didn't have to, she never has to, there is nothing that could get between you and helping Nina and her strange little eclectic band of thieves she has come to call family.

"Ready to run for it?" Nina asks, giving you the space to move around and exercise out your stress.

"Are you?" You ask. She just sighs. "I am not going anywhere."

"You've got no skin in this... fight," she points out.

"I've got you," you remind her. Her cheeks are already pink enough that the blush is nearly unnoticeable, but you miss nothing when it comes to Nina. "I mean I don't... I haven't got you, you know what I mean."

She leans in closer, letting her arm rest against yours. "I don't know, I guess you could say you've got me," she says, "for what it's worth."

"Hey Nina," you say, letting your head rest in her hand as she cups your cheek, "I think I might be sort of in love with you."

"Sort of?" Nina asks.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah, I think that is okay."

[your-girl-nina]

She was a special type of tragically beautiful, tear tracks down her cheeks and in the dim light of street lamps she was ethereal. Her heartbreak was beautiful, godly and oh so pretty. With each sob i heard a melody and with each tear i saw an elegy. Her eyes were all sorts of ocean hues, reflecting an emotion i can only describe as rue. She spoke in stuttered whispers of secrets that only she knew. Though she remained as pretty as snow,she was still broken like a wooden bow. She was a special sort of tragically beautiful and to her sorrow i am guiltly grateful.