WHO DOES NOT WANT TO BE GOD?

nylah jang ━ daughter of set. your worst nightmare.

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If the Jacket Fits

@mpxnylah​ continued from here^^

You fuckin try to do something decent for once and this is the thanks you get. The girl was clearly freezing her tits off but her attitude clearly meant she didn’t care which was fine enough by him. When he initially offered her his jacket, which was Gucci thank you very much, he had done it mostly out of habit. Growing up in Ireland did that to you. But when she did not take it he simply shrugged took it back and put it on again. “My apologies princess, I mistook you for someone literate. I was unaware you couldn’t read a label. Enjoy freezing your ass off out here.” He didn’t have time to waste on bitches who didn’t know money when they saw it. Even if it was technically not his money yet.

[mpxnylah]

❝ oh, i’m sorry — am i supposed to be sad now? ❞ nylah can’t help but hide a laugh behind her hand. 

she feigns a pout, red lips drawn downwards as she cocks her head. the girl couldn’t be bothered to waste any more of her time, but the biting cold drew out irritability that would only be worse bottled up. besides, who couldn’t resist poking a few buttons? ❝ you must be unaware of a lot of things, little boy. ❞

[dionysusxmp]

no really, im a god! || w/nylah

@mpxnylah

Anywhere there was even a hint of sex or excitement, Dionysus could almost be assured of having friends there. As such, he rubbed shoulders with many of what he considered to be the most interesting residents of the island, including the owners of many of these establishments. Minx was one of these places, where Dio had a handful of friends who worked there in various capacities. He was friends with many of the dancers and bartenders, as well as the owner, Eros, himself.

Occasionally he would run into a new face at the club, such as today. Another pretty young thing had come to live on the island and perform burlesque, someone who reminded him of Yako and Evelyn and…well, he couldn’t be bothered to remember the names of every messed up little girl on this island. There were quite a few of them here. And one more for the list.

“I don’t think we’ve met, you new here? I’m Dionysus, the party god, nice to meet you and you’re welcome for wine and stuff, and I’m looking for your boss I guess.”

[mpxnylah]

there’s a scoff. 

nylah barely acknowledges the man next to her, nursing a dainty cocktail as she lounges in draped silk and fur. it’s times like these where she begins to seriously consider her choice in employment — or rather, her choice in even being employed. she drinks up every moment on stage, relishing the pathetic looks on desperate men that reek of various stenches. wrapped in lace and dripping in money, nylah knows she is better than every person in the club. the only downfall is when she steps off the stage, removing the distance between her body and others. nylah knows she’s especially better than the man standing before her. 

a god, he says? it’s only then that she bothers to look in his direction, eyes grazing up his figure with judgment. the island is full of so-called gods yet nylah hasn’t found anyone that deserves any such title. she gives him her sweetest smile, head tilted just an inch to the side.  ❝ must be a sad life you have, spending your nights staring at girls and thinking they’ll believe any nonsense that comes out of your mouth. ❞

[ewkpop]

🥀we don’t talk together🥀

[mpxnylah]

nudge - Joong nudges Nylah with his shoulder to her own. "You're a spirited one, ain't ya girlie?"

wordless prompts ; accepting !!

dark red lips curl into a sugary sweet smile. it’s hard not to feel like a mouse getting stalked a cat when faced with the devilish glint in nylah’s gaze. ❝ i suppose i’m expected to say thank you, right? now i feel oh so special, ❞ sarcasm drips from every word as she slides closer to the boy.

the flip switches and her lips fall into a venomous scowl, all feigned kindness drained from the daughter of chaos. striking like a snake she leans until her mouth barely hovers near the skin of his ear, ❝ if you ever touch me without permission, i will do more than just bite. you want spirit? ❞ nylah moves back with a cock of her head. ❝ i’ll show you spirit. ❞

[mpxnylah]

jacket – Cal gives Nylah their jacket

wordless prompts ; accepting !!

❝ who the fuck are you? ❞ there’s a sniff of haughtiness as nylah looks at the boy with a raised brow. she doesn’t hide the judgmental look in her eyes. they really just let anyone on the island, didn’t they? sure, the winter night is cold enough for each breath to come out in puffs of steam…and she may or may not have forgotten to bring a jacket — which shows a rare lack of foresight considering she doesn’t clock out of minx until the moon is high in the sky — but who gave this boy any sort of permission to even look in her direction? 

she stares at the jacket in front of her, held between her thumb and forefinger as if it’s a dirty rag. it’s hard to hold back a shiver as a chilly breeze passes through. her eyes narrow even more as if blaming the boy for her predicament.  

❝ i only wear gucci. ❞

[vhsmeme]

* wordless prompts

send a word for our muses to interact! specify who does what.

hands – muse a takes muse b by the hand

chamomile – muse a falls asleep on muse b

lesson – muse a teaches muse b something

blaze – muse a feels muse b’s forehead

fix – muse a adjusts a piece of muse b’s clothing

help – muse a props up muse b’s head to give them water / food / medicine

firefly – muse a checks on muse b in the middle of the night

jacket – muse a gives muse b their jacket

stop – muse a holds muse b back during a moment of tension

cradle – muse a pulls muse b’s head into their lap

bed – muse a makes muse b lie down

hurt – muse a takes care of muse b’s wounds

flee – muse a breaks out of muse b’s arms mid - hug

dream – muse a comforts muse b after a nightmare

shield – muse a shields muse b from danger

picasso – muse a draws with muse b

nuzzle – muse a rests their chin on top of muse b’s head

piggyback – muse a gives muse b a piggyback ride

lift – muse a lifts muse b over their shoulder

hug – muse a embraces muse b

infirmary – muse a wakes up in the hospital and finds muse b at their bedside

visit – muse a visits muse b in the hospital

shine – muse a makes muse b laugh

food – muse a and muse b share a meal

light – muse a flickers the lights to get muse b’s attention

nudge – muse a nudges muse b

digits – muse a texts muse b

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Info that matters

[mpxnylah]

overflow.

[mpxnylah]

mpxleilah‌:

✂  - - - 

“so…me.” its instinctively for her to answer as snarkily as she could–after all, leilah’s attitude could never seem worse than any of the patrons currently brawling in the bar. she’s not even fazed by the fact that the female who was pointing at her had eyes that seemed like liquid blackholes, swallowing in her own sharp gaze as though an endless pit of nothingness. “what about me?” Leilah all but tilts her head, the slightest frown upon her face at the finger that blocked her newest view of a pair of another brawling in the distance. “And just saying–whatever that is over there? If you’re looking for someone to blame for all the blood and brawn? It ain’t my fault. I’m not close enough to affect them anyway.” She muttered slightly, bringing her shot glass back to her lips, lifting her fingers to rub against her temple, where a familiar throb of a headache lay.

nylah’s lip stretch into a smile that’s anything but friendly, akin to a leopard baring her teeth. how sweet. somewhere in the back of her head, she files away each nugget of information gleaned from the girl. not close enough, the girl had said. there’s a tugging suspicion that perhaps the boy wasn’t as stupid as she thought, and maybe this island wasn’t full of magical bullshit. that maybe, just maybe...

❝ poor baby, ❞ she croons. ❝ drinking your sorrows away like a sad little girl. you must get that a lot, don’t you? the blame. ❞ nylah slips onto the barstool next to the girl and ignores the disgusting leather press against her skin. chin resting on her palm, she regards the other with a piercing gaze. the smile hasn’t left. 

inching slowly over the girl’s body, nylah takes in every detail. it’s hard not to sneer, judgment twisting its way onto her face by the second. how could this...girl...  — she can still smell it. the gleam in her eyes hardens in the dim light of the bar. it’s barely noticeable as she stares at the girl. ❝ the blame is the best part, in my opinion. i think it’s quite entertaining when they figure out who it is, the looks on their faces. ❞

she doesn’t look away from the girl as she leans over to the nearest man, fingers tapping on her glass. it’s barely a whisper against his skin. nylah doesn’t even have to put in any effort to slip into his mind, tendrils tearing away without mercy. a moment passes by before he walks away to succinctly punch another patron, his face devoid of any emotion. if anything, nylah’s teeth bare even sharper, unmoving in her gaze. 

❝ i showed you, now you show me. it’s only the polite thing to do. ❞

[mpxnylah]

overflow.

@mpxleilah

you see, the funny thing about people is how strongly they believe in a sense of control. they dictate what they want to do in their everyday life, because if not them — then who? it’s the who that scares them. it’s a delicate thing, a sense of freedom; the knowledge that you truly have no control is enough to make anyone go insane. that’s why they would rather lie to themselves than accept the truth. it’s in their eyes like a lamb waiting for slaughter. 

nylah jang, daughter of chaos, can sense it leaking from every stinking body standing near her. dark stained lips twist into scorn at the pathetic sight; men bumping into each other and lashing out at the smallest contact, turning into a pissing contest that grows more turbulent by the second. she can feel it thrumming, the sense of malcontent that spreads like a virus through the bar. they parade around with puffed out chests and cocky smiles, confident enough in their fragile ego that they are in the right. this anger is rightfully theirs. 

it’s enough to garner a small chuckle as she takes a sip from her smudged glass. how stupid they are, foolish enough to believe in the false tale of freedom. what is freedom when a creature like herself exists? they lay beneath her, and nylah knows it — revels in it. it’s this knowledge that brings a glint to her eyes, grip tightening around the cup as she drinks in the growing chaos. it’s a hum within her that grows with each passing moment as she watches it rise in the seedy bar, like a glass filled to the brim and waiting to spill.

she can see it in the hands that reach out to places they don’t belong...in the glazed eyes that burn with befuddled anger...in the cheeks that flush in anger and jealousy...in every joint and crook that stenches of cloyingly sweet fear. nylah takes it in with grand relish, letting it deep into her core until it settles with a satisfying bitterness.

except — 

nylah narrows her eyes into deadly slits. in the corner sits a woman, or a girl more like, that seems to separate herself from the other blithering idiots in the room. a flash of anger passes through, threatening to crush the glass in her hand as she focuses on the woman. who does she think she is? how dare she? nylah jang is god, and no one is special. dark tendrils invisible to the regular eye slink through the air, wrapping around their target and — oh. 

it’s delicious. 

her eyes close in pleasure, breathing in deeply. there’s death and decay and it swirls so sweetly in the air, filling her lungs until it’s all she can taste. it’s choking her and she loves every second of it, paying no mind to the screams that arise. nylah doesn’t care that the two arguing men have now turned into a pile of anger and blood, affected by her growing satisfaction. she drinks up every drop like it’s the sweetest nectar she’s ever tasted, sliding past the chaos of patrons without care, her body tuned only towards the woman. nylah points a perfectly manicured claw at the intoxicating stranger, eyes ablaze with the intensity of a void. 

❝ you. ❞

[mpxnylah]

greetings!! my name is mila and this ungodly spawn of satan is my darling child nylah

just some things to get out of the way; yes, she’s a piece of shit. yes, she has no redeeming qualities. this isn’t meant to be a nice character, she’s the culmination of many bad qualities and there’s no one to blame except herself. nylah is extremely ill, rotting from the inside out but you know what? she doesn’t care.

there are many facets to nylah that require trigger warnings, so of course i would love to discuss our threads in advance that may possibly touch upon those things. that being said!!! i think there’s a lot of really fun things that could be done!!! i would love to plot with anyone so like this post and i’ll sneak my way into your pm’s.

random facts (?): 

↪ the more she uses her powers, the more it goes unchecked, the more she goes insane…falling deeper and deeper into a terrifying void that continues to suck the humanity ( or what little of it ) out of her ↪ she’s aromantic and asexual, but she performs sexual acts for the simple way of dominating someone while they are most vulnerable ↪ wouldn’t put cannibalism past her tbh ↪ filthy rich from the years of stealing and seducing those into giving her their money ( they always seem to find an untimely death afterwards ) ↪ she has trained her mind to be almost impenetrable  ↪ the world of gods and magic is entirely unknown to her, and she has little knowledge of her godly heritage 

[juhyun]

heize; she’s fine (2019)

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