#w: niamh.

[rowenahaynes]

"É uma habilidade legal.", replicou por fim, sem dar muita continuidade aquela curiosidade que ainda despertava comichões em seu interior. "Essa é a questão que tenho me feito todos os dias desde o incêndio.", confessou, as palavras sendo acompanhadas de um suspirar pesado que refletia bem o seu esgotamento mental. Não tinha uma noite em que Rowena não tentasse relembrar o acontecido, buscando por detalhes adormecidos em seu inconsciente, mas nada conseguia. Buscava, também, por explicações e justificativas plausíveis. Os khajols odiavam os changelings, não todos, mas sua maioria. Poderiam matá-los se assim quisessem e não era o que faziam? Lentamente, mas ainda era feito. Porém, qual seria o interesse deles no cálice? O que ganharam com os changelings dividindo seu teto? Tantas questões e ela não conseguia ver o final de tudo, apenas rodava em círculos mentais. "Mas ainda acho um tanto precipitado apontar dedos assim. Se pensarmos desse jeito, quer dizer que eles também têm o direito de nos culpar pelo sumiço da pira, não?", e ela estava disposta a colocar-se no fogo para defender os seus, então esperava que não tivessem feito. "Entendo. Bem, não seria um trabalho fácil de qualquer modo, acho que é a primeira vez, em toda a história, que algo assim acontece.".

𓏲ㅤ⠀˛ㅤ⠀⋆  Houve um momento de ponderação em que Niamh realmente questionou como conseguia sentir a presença das pessoas mesmo concentrada em outra coisa, porém, sempre achou que fosse uma habilidade inata e que não precisava refletir sobre, aceitando isso como uma explicação. " eu simplesmente sei. " ainda era uma changeling afinal e ser escriba não mudava sua natureza, só deixava seus instintos um pouco mais adormecidos. Deu de ombros encerrando o assunto e tentando não soar tão grossa com a outra como parecia, estava muito mais interessada em estudar do que conversar, mas agora já era tarde demais para dispensar a outra garota. " e se não foram eles, quem foi? nada muda minha opinião sobre os khajols, são poucos os que se salvam. " já iria entrar no mérito dos Khajols serem culpados ou não, desde que não houvesse outros suspeitos, iria suspeitar dos habitantes de hexwood. " ah sim, bom, eu também estou fazendo uma pesquisa sobre isso, mas todas as informações são bem básicas, nada além do que você já mencionou. "

[princemick]

@f1blrcreatorsfest week 3: vintage + horror

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

There are two fic writers inside of you, one loves Niamh, the other thinks Agatha should be aro and single

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

so sad that hardly anyone here has watched the tourist (2022-) so there are hardly any gifs of either series and ALSO doubly sad that i dont know how to make gifs to save my life cos i would 100% gif the FUCK out of the milf character niamh cassidy cos she was honestly GORGEOUS(shealsostabbedaguyintheeyebutlikeletsnottalkboutitlol)

[icebrooding]

new babi brother!

(sorry for shoving you behind a tree Niamh but we don't know what your hair looks like :pensive:)

[ikeasharksss]

ARGH

[fancifulflora]

What hugging them feels like (All OCS):

Carcel Devereaux: Their hugs feel stiff and awkward since they aren't the most touchy detective around. They will also straight up refuse to hug you if you aren't at least on a semi-familiar level with them. The brooding detective thing isn't just a front they put on you know! As the two of you get closer, the hugs become more relaxed, almost lazy as they practically drape themselves against you and give you a faint squeeze.. Will give a nice, firmer squeeze if they are feeling especially affectionate, but will also be less willing to let go so soon.

Ines Santiago: She's a rather friendly people person considering her high skill in psychology, but she's more the type to be hugged and then eagerly hug back with her short arms than to wrap someone up in a hug of her own. When she does initiate a hug though, she's glowing and warm, squeezing once before letting go and lingering in the space with the lucky recipient of her hugs. Hugs actually aren't her ideal method of showing physical affection, so there's nothing too special about them. The only time she'd ever truly go beyond a squeeze is when she's sad, then she'll cling and never let go lol.

Kulîlk Teyran: Like many things with the Crown, her hugs depend on who you are. If you're a person she wishes to win over, it's filled with warmth and energy as she does her best to hug you like you've been friends for years. But if you do get past her facade, her hugs are more genuine and powerful. She hugs the ones she loves like it'll be the last time she'll ever get to see them, tight with her fists bunching up handfuls of cloth before she slowly releases with slight reluctance. This applies to all she's close with, regardless of whether she's romantically involved with them or not.

Jayce Wiseman: It depends on whether or not you can read his mind. If you can read his mind, he'll do his best to block out his thoughts before coming in quick and squeezing you tight. If you're light enough and small enough he'll lift you before pulling away and putting the right amount of distance between the two of you. The biggest exception to this is if you romance him (and/or are named Greyson Black), then he'll hug you like he'd hug any normal person, wrapping you in his arms and resting his shoulder against your neck with one squeeze. He's the type to sway you back and forth a little as well before finally releasing.

Niamh Venegard: So, utterly terrified. She's a lot stronger than her gangly limbs will tell you and the last thing she wants is to hurt someone by not focusing on her control. Her hugs no matter who you are are gentle and tender, awkward at first but slowly melting until she practically molds herself against the form of the person she's hugging. Then she remembers herself and the touch-starved part of her retreats with the rest of her, Niamh distancing herself immediately and in a hurry, even if you are romancing her.

Talon Vespero: Most certainly not the hugging type. He's more used to people hugging him, though it's because he's carrying them or saving them from certain doom. Considering his Mother and the role his sister was raised for, hugs weren't all too common in his childhood. When he does hug though, it's tight and constricting, but also warm and safe. You might not be able to escape from his death grip on you, but at least in that moment with him, you feel like nothing in the world could hurt a hair on your head without him tearing them asunder. This actually applies whether or not you're romancing him.

[princemick-archive]

tumblrs being a dick it wont let me scream at niamh

[loveydoveybi]

tumblr dot com is such a good and easy to use website !!

(forces me to send people a message before i can send them a post sometimes because they will not appear when i search them)

[ravensrevcnge]

"I don't think it was all that many questions. Just making conversation. I think I would rather be the person that asks a lot of questions than the strange girl talking to the trees." Kodi glanced around the eerie forest that surrounded the pair, before refocusing their attention on the other. There was something about her that felt different, but Kodi couldn't quite put a finger on it. But a few guesses came to mind with the way she was looking at the trees as if they were friends. There were only so many species that were so openly in tune with nature. So probably one of the fae. Which might actually explain the fog, too, if they thought about it.

Kodi's arms folded, considering the other as they spun and took in the fog. "This town certainly can't be that 'new and interesting' to them, they've probably been here longer than a vast majority of the inhabitants." Though there was an exception for the vampires - but Kodi doubted many of them lingered in Raven's Peak that long. They had to change up their environment from time to time. Otherwise it had to be pretty monotonous, they imagined.

Blinking in surprise at the sudden questions, Niamh turned to look at who had walked in on her conversation. She could feel her glamour shifting and had to firm it up. No doubt her true eye color – purple – had shown through, but hopefully nothing else. Eye colors could be written off as a trick of the light. A woman stood there – though what else she might be, Niamh couldn’t be sure. With one more pat to the trunk of the tree beside her, she strolled over to her unexpected guest. “You have a lot of questions,” she noted. “That’s usually my role in a conversation – to ask all the questions because people never seem to ask. Do they think it’s rude to ask?”

Niamh tilted her head as she put her hands behind her back to observe the newcomer with an unblinking stare. “And the trees enjoy gossiping, though you must be patient in order to get the full story. It’s not as though they’re ever in a hurry.” She finally blinked and smiled. “The fog . . . yes, they like talking about the fog. It’s new and interesting to them, much like the rest of the town.” Her lips twitched and she began to spin around. “I enjoy the fog, so much mystery and, yes, spookiness to bewitch and bewilder.”

[princemick]

HELLO??????

[woso-dreamzzz]

Duck on a String III

Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader

Summary: The team meet your duck

Mama lets you bring your red wagon to training today because you don't want Sir Quackers to be alone at home.

He's got a big cage to keep him safe with lots of blankets and water and food for him and you get to pull him along in your wagon.

You knighted him last night while you and Mama were playing kings and queens so now he's Sir Quackers instead of just Quackers and you love him very much.

Jessie doesn't want your duck being left alone in the house either. He's proven to be a bit of a menace by himself if the chewed-up boxes of cereal are anything to go by.

No.

He's much safer in his cage while he's still too small for the harness and leash Jessie's ordered for when he's older.

"Mama," You say," Will the others like Sir Quackers?"

You seem completely enamoured with him and, despite the fact that the duck seems to think he rules the house, Jessie loves him too.

"They'll love him," She assures you, fondly pushing your hair out of your face as you both approach the doors," Make sure you tell Magda just how thankful you are about her getting Quackers for you."

"Sir Quackers, Mama," You remind her," We knighted him."

"Oh, you're right. Sir Quackers. Sorry, duckie."

"That's okay! He's still getting used to his name too!"

Your proud entrance gets a bit hampered by the fact that your wagon gets caught at a strange angle so Jessie has to help you get it through the doorway.

By that point, the whole room has fallen silent and Magda has grown incredibly pale as you approach her.

"Thank you for my duck, Uncle Magda!"

Pernille scoffs next to her, muttering sarcastically," A dead egg, huh, Magda?"

"Er...You're the welcome," Magda manages to get out after a long bout of silence.

"His name is Sir Quackers!" You tell her, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her through the small crowd that has surrounded your wagon," Because ducks say quack and Mama and me knighted him. So he's Sir Quackers and not just Quackers."

"A duck, huh?" Erin snickers and Jessie buries her face in her hands, Niamh rubbing her shoulders.

"She was very excited."

"Do you know how to take care of the duck?"

"The vet sent us home with an information pack. Duckie's insiting we read it as her bedtime story every night."

"That's sweet," Niamh offers up," It shows she's taking this seriously."

"She keeps trying to sneak out of bed to play with him. I've had to move the duck into my room to make sure I catch her."

Erin can't stop snickering and soon Sam and Guro are laughing too.

"Is it that bad?" Niamh asks and Jessie has to begrudgingly shake her head.

She watches as you hold Magda hostage by your side, very excitedly waffling on about how cool Sir Quackers is and how he's your bestest friend in the world.

Magda looks unbelievably nervous, eyes wide as Pernille stares daggers at her. She ducks her head down to focus on you again, hoping that by showing interest, she can avoid whatever lecture Pernille's already planning in her head.

"Do you want to hold him?" You ask and Magda freeze, throat suddenly going dry.

"W-What?"

"Do you want to hold Sir Quackers?"

"Erm..."

"Are you scared, uncle Magda? That's okay! I'll hold him and you can stroke him!"

You show no fear as you pick Sir Quackers up and offer him to Magda to pet.

"I'm sorry about her," Pernille says, watching from a distance as she slides next to Jessie," She assured me it was dead."

"It's fine," Jessie assures her," I think it's nice Duckie has a friend now."

"Magda will willingly babysit them both."

"I can't ask that."

"You don't need to ask," Pernille says," It's what's going to happen. Magda can supervise duck play."

They both turn in sync to see Magda really awkwardly stroking Sir Quackers as he tries to eat her finger.

"Mama!" You say, looking at Jessie proudly," He is giving uncle Magda kisses!"

[neetols]

HELLO I CAN FINALLY ANNOUNCE THIS!!!!!

I worked on a book!!! Mine and John Moore's graphic novel is now available for pre-order! I worked on this for two years and it's also my very first published comic work so this was an absolutely insane experience in the best way. Forever grateful to John, Niamh, and Riko for working with me to make this book a reality.

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[ikeasharksss]

team should i orphan my first work on ao3

[fancifulflora]

Do Kulîlk and Niamh like reading? What genre do they prefer? What's their most disliked genre out of curiousity?

Kulîlk secretly adores romance in any form. Storybooks, poems, anything. It's just one of the things she hides from others out of pure embarrassment, probably having a trusted servant or two hold onto her books for her to keep others from finding out. Out of all genres though, Kulîlk dislikes history the most- finding that most tell tales from the victor's point of view rather than the people's.

Niamh on the other hand, likes the kinds of storybooks you might read with children. In her free time, she might go out of her way to hunt down books just so she can read them with Mordred at bedtime. It also gives her a nice taste of something she didn't really get in her own childhood. There's not much that Niamh dislikes when it comes to reading, but she finds poetry to be a bit lost on her. But hey, it's a surefire way to put her to sleep at least!

[princemick-archive]

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