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Nyx II Goddess of the Night The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night. she doesn’t need a crown with flowers in her hair her eyes devoured the shadows come closer to your end

[heelbent-blog]

      “ YEAH  DAD ,  I  GOT  IT  . ” he  sighs  ,  bird - boned  boy  effortlessly  makes  his  way  through  the  aisles  ,  re - shelving  .  re - organizing  .  too  absorbed   in  his  own  little  thoughts  ,  and  his  father ‘ s  ceaseless  ranting to  really  pay  attention  to  what  he ‘ s  doing  ,  or  the  front  door  bell  ringing  ,  announcing  the  arrival  of  a  customer  .  “  i  know  ,  yeah  .  sure  .  love  you  too  . ”  he  hangs  up  his  phone  ,  and  sky  eyes  widen  in  surprise  to  see  a  customer  standing  infront  of  him  . “  oh  ,  hey —  hi .  uhm ,  sorry  about  that  .  welcome  to  the  labyrinth  ,  can  i  help  you  find  anything  in  particular  ?  ”

[niightfvll]

the overheard exchange made her glad she hadn’t spoken to her parents in years. it wasn’t a sore spot for her in the slightest, familial love was just something that didn’t exist in her life. “yeah, i’ve been looking for this for a while.” she hands over a slip of paper with the name of a book and author, it was a new encyclopedia of stars and formations that was sold out all over.

[goodgvd]

‘ please, just let this poor human being sleep on this park bench, ’  they straightened up, eyelids still heavy from exhaustion.  ‘ i just got off of a four hour shift on top of a three hour lab after a night of studying the anatomy and physiology of all animals known to man. ’ 

[niightfvll]

“i would, normally, but the forecast says rain today and i don’t think we can afford to let you get sick.” she wasn’t about to kneel down or anything, or carry her home but sleeping on a park bench was just ridiculous. that didn’t mean however she wasn’t going to jot it down along with the photo she took.

[rcmlupins]

“alright, so we got a call today at the station where a little girl got hit by a truck. so we rushed out there, right?” frankie started before pausing to take a sip of his beer. “turns out the little girl’s brother threw a truck at her head. i mean, at least i didn’t have to get another cat out of a tree.”

[niightfvll]

“well, that was a wild, boring ride.” she threw in a yawn for good measure. Honestly, the news that sometimes came from this town could put a sloth to sleep. it was half the reason she had to embellish her column most of the time and half the reason she was so well liked. of course, not everyone enjoyed her stories but she didn’t really care, she had a job to do after all. “how many cats have you saved?”

[niightfvll]

phoebe tonkin is lyla sullivan (cisfemale & she/her), the twenty four year old, one might even mistake them for nyx. they’ve been in eden for as long as i can remember. i wouldn’t bother them right about now, if i were you, they’re a journalist, so it’s a busy time for them. word to the wise, they are known to be a bit deceitful, but on a good day they can be quite understanding. // s, 21, est,she/her.

-polyamorous -petty af -stirs the pot for fun -resident gossip columnist -will read your palms/tarot cards -cares for a colony of stray/outdoor cats because they aren't strays they are HERS but not in her house yo -insomniac af -might go blind staring out her telescope -star maps are her thing -collects crystals for the aesthetic -wanted to be an astronomer for nasa but EFFORT -is intimidating af, too confident, even zeus didn't fuck with her back on olympus and despite not knowing she is the goddess nyx still has a similar presence -lip stains are her bae -ambitious little shit but mostly doesn't really care in the end -highly successful in her field but despised by "REAL" journalists -comes from really old money so in theory she never had to work a day in her life but she got bored real quick -coffee is her best friend -knows everything about everyone, seriously has a talent for finding out your secrets -can be bribed to keep your shit out of the tabloids -hipster gothic

[adrianseon-blog]

with the wail of screaming fangirls in the distance, adrian ran as fast as he could, pulling the scarf further over his mouth and the sunglasses over his eyes. someone had seen him in the supermarket and tweeted the picture out to everyone, their little twitter trope forming until it was a mob determined to tear him apart – or his clothes off his body at the very least. sprinting around the corner and slipping into the first open establishment, the rockstar turned towards the nearest person: out of breath, out of time, but certainly not out of $ MONEY $. pulling out a $50 and waving it around like a white flag or a mere tissue, he pleaded in that pretty voice that made even desperation and urgency sound melodious.

“fif – that’s fifty bucks. i will … i will give you fifty bucks if you hide me.”

[niightfvll]

what had been a regular day for lyla had suddenly taken a turn for the more interesting and the more profitable. she pocketed the bill quickly and without thought shoved him into the nearest dressing room, closing the door and locking it behind her. “well, i honestly expected a bit more backbone from a rockstar.” she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked him up and down, this would all end up in an article later, unless he managed to convince her otherwise.

[hecvte]

His fingers slid across her lips, down the slope of her jaw to wrap around her throat, “There is a dark thing in you,” he whispered, “It brings out the monster in me.”

Love Potions Gone Wrong, or Short Stories Yet to be Written pt. 2 [a.m.b.] (via brotticelli)

[fuckyeahgemmadoyletrilogy-blog]

“Do you know what it is to have your power taken from you? To forever surrender to someone else? I held power in my hands, I controlled my own destiny, and they took that away from me.”

Rebel Angels by Libba Bray (via fuckyeahgemmadoyletrilogy)

[wnq-writers]

We are starlight. Here, momentarily to ignite each other’s world before we burn out.

Kat de Leeuw, Ignite  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

She’s something odd and uncertain, half of her was made of stars, full of death and filled with light; her other half was made of scars, full of life and filled with darkness.

VàZaki Nada  (via roussettes)

[hynpos]

Nyx - Greek goddess of night

requested by @sannalley

[lifeinpoetry]

She pins you to hotel doors— not a goddess anymore, but she still looks like religion in high heels. She kisses you godless. Whispers,We dress like princesses to go out and kill kings.

Ashe Vernon, from “Old World Gods,” Wrong Side of a Fistfight (via inkywings)

[hecvte]

His fingers slid across her lips, down the slope of her jaw to wrap around her throat, “There is a dark thing in you,” he whispered, “It brings out the monster in me.”

Love Potions Gone Wrong, or Short Stories Yet to be Written pt. 2 [a.m.b.] (via brotticelli)

[vazakinada]

I’ve seen her soul, it was full of death but there was no defeat in her. Life could’ve swallowed all the light in her and she’d still be full of fire and fight.

VàZaki Nada (via 019525)

[wordsnquotes]

Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.

Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography (via wordsnquotes)

[tristeplath-deactivated20151027]

She’s a jeune fille fatale, a pale, heart-breaking beauty.

Vladimir Nabokov  (via lesgardenias)

[watchoutforintellect]

Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.

Jeanette Winterson - from Why I Adore the Night (via watchoutforintellect)

[wordsnquotes]

She had a passionate longing for the garden, the darkness, the pure sky, the stars.

Anton Chekhov, “After the Theatre” (via womenlikeher)