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[ofmoldings]

addictingvictories​:

a human and a – NOT A WITCH walk out of a magical centered class as PARTNERS.  that sounds like a mess waiting to happen, or the very least a failed assignment. not only do they not see eye to eye with each other half of the time, but they’re also both USELESS.  sure, victoria can buy herself out of this one. there’s always a witch around that with the right words or price would do anything for her. doesn’t mean she’s not DRILLING this situation in. “i told you to change partners. to– i don’t know. A WITCH.” granted, she’s supposed to be one, and has gone long enough with the act to not get caught. yes, she knows the THEORY– but there’s nothing she can do about the practice when there isn’t a single magical bone in her body. and as far as she’s checked, nico can’t do spells either.  she’d be half-amused, if she weren’t so… bored and annoyed at whatever thought process he came up with. “what did you think would happen?”  @ofmoldings​

his face twists at her words. “i’m sorry, did you miss the part where mr. arturo ASSIGNED partners?” not his favorite teacher, probably one of his least favorite. he didn’t waste hate on him or anything ( feelings reserved for those who warranted it ), but he wasn’t a fan of the man. not that nico was a fan of too many. “we’ll figure someting out.” it wasn’t even confidence he showed in such a sentence, just simple knowing. both of them were smart enough, and had more then enough resources. they could figure whatever out. even if it was something false, like using his capacity to survive as a golem for the appearence of magic. not that victoria knew he was a golem ( or anyone did, besides adan and jaime. he’d like to keep it that way. ) “stab me with a pencil through the hand, we could say it’s a invincability spell.” he offered. “or light me on fire. i won’t burn.” he doubted he was giving too much away. most minds didn’t jump to golem, as rare as they were. there were so many things out there with a keen survival rate. he could pass himself off as a phoenix, wolf or something easy like that.

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byacatalepsy​:

things were going fine. well, given the context and all. it’s not like this is jaime’s first time getting thrashed and doing regrettable things. ( yes, getting kicked out of the club after puking over his friend’s shoes DOESN’T top that list. ) and it’s not like he has a awful lot of dignity to go around, so he can’t say he feels particularly bad about his pride or anything. so, under those circumstances, the fact that this awful night seemed to end with a strengthened bond between himself and nico and maybe a long nap at adan’s place   —–    it was a bright side. until, of course, everything had to go to hell because he notoriously lacks absolutely any sort of filter once all the things he’s been drinking ( and taking ) entrap him in their clutches. at first, it seems like he’s off the hook ;  nico’s response doesn’t warrant much. if anything, it just sounds like dismissal of a drunk rambling. he’s ready to play the part and just forget it all ever happened  —  but life hates him, so that hope dangled before his eyes is snatched away right as he’s about to grab it.

who else are you in love with? alright. that’s fine. that can be eluded somehow.  are you in love with adan? as kids would eloquently say: AND I OOP. does he KNOW you’re in love with him? oh, it’s only going downhill, folks. maybe it’s the alcohol, or the tiredness, or just his life in general  —-  but he can’t help it. he shuts his eyes tight and, after a moment where he wallows in his own shit luck, he just starts laughing. actually, properly cackling. he plants his palms over his face and slides down against the bench, until he’s basically half-kneeling on the ground and with his back against the seat. when he removes his hands and his eyes open, he sees the starry sky above him. “  —–  oh, man. ” he gives it a few more laughs after that, wrapping an arm around his rattled rib cage. “ that was amazing. ” you couldn’t write this up if you tried. he thinks he deserves an award or something. “ no, nico. it’s victoria. don’t you know it? ” he gives a clumsy slap to nico’s knee as he turns his gaze toward him. “ i like the ones playing hard to get. ” for someone who doesn’t really make a lot of jokes ( not like this, anyway ), he sure knows how to time them absolutely horrendously. “ god. ” he covers his eyes again, then struggles to shift his position and actually sit on that bench again. he reaches for the last cigarette in his pocket and begins his chain of attempts to light it up ( drunk sight be damned ). “ he doesn’t know. ” there it is. finally addressing that elephant. he didn’t answer nico’s first question   —-   because the answer to the second one does that already. “ is that lyft here yet? ”

he wondered if just perhaps, this was all too much to ask jaime in his drunken supor. the other wouldn’t have admitted so much had he been filtered and sober. maybe he should let bygones be, ask him when he was more functioning. still, he was... well, CONFUSED didn’t cover it. he knew how close adan and jaime were, but he hadn’t ever considered it was more then that. though, the fact that it was didn’t fully surprise him. or at least, it was on jaime’s end. truth be told, however, nico didn’t doubt it was true on adan’s side either. though., the other returning jaime’s feelings didn’t un-complicate the situation. not in the least. it just was what it was. messy. but when had their group been anything but messy? they just were. and dealt with it however they could. he was about retract his question ( less retract, more put it on the backburner ), but then jaime started laughing like ithat and it was... worrying. “coming up with a super villan plan or something?” he did sound like a proper madman after all. eyes remained on his friend as he crumbled in oh himself. welp, yeah. if he wasn’t worried before, that box was officially checked.

he wondered if jaime would be less laughing and more mortified had he been sober. well, ACTUALLY, nico would wager to guess jaime was pretty moritfied now. after all, it wasn’t quite normal for such a reaction to be elcited. victoria. he cracked a smile at that much, the ide aof victoria and jaime as a relationship--- beyond the phsyical kind, it was one long and far away. releasing a deep breath ( the one he started holding when he wondered if jaime was having a mental breakdown ), he leaned back into the bench. as jaime shifted in his seat, nico clasped him on the back. not too hard or anything, just something to assure the other. “that’s rough buddy.” being in love with your best friend, them not knowing. nico didn’t doubt adan would return jaime’s feelings, it still wasn’t an easy situation though. there were so many things going on in their lives, not to mention so many other people involved too. he considered helping jaime out to light the smoke, but the ride would be here soon anyway ( and in his experience, most drivers weren’t a fan of drinking or smoking in their vehicles ). “soon.” he glanced at his screen one more time where the driver was being tracked. “nowish.” and in such words, a car came to a stop before them.

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text; nico & adan

adan: that's their problem, not mine

adan: i'm a little impressed and disappointed the hospital didn't turn into a warzone

adan: even though everyone seemed to be on the brink of death

nico: bold of you to assume the whole damn city won't when the next disaster happens

nico: bc you know, it WILL happen in this fucking city

nico: yea. can't say that was fun. at least i got the new experience

[ofmoldings]

ircnxveils​:

                          so she’d been rather  Q U E S T I O N A B L Y  bad at the whole friend thing; sometimes life just becomes a bag of shit that you have to clean up and the fact she even had to describe it that way was…—a big EW and a whole lot of bad ( though she’d save that discussion for another day ). she couldn’t tell you much about the lives of her gangbangers or certainly not all those FUN little details that made their friendships what they were but she hadn’t exactly been flying the flag of honesty. so no judegement. but it was a first serve, first come scenario and seemingly, if only by sheer geographical bonus points, her clay buddy was top of the list ( even if on entering, she’d found herself wondering if the smell was her trail of rat buddies, she’d not asked for or whoever he’d shaked up with ). “ honey, i’m home !! ” she called, maybe she’d made the assumption of the door being locked only for it to open in some surprise moment that left her concerned for why he’d allow such a thing ( immortality be damned; did he have no idea who could just walk in ). “ ya’ dearest mother is home. so put the condoms, crack and all those filfthy mags away; ain’t no one gonna wanna be blinded by bad porn, ” true facts only, she’d at least attempted to up her accent a little and give him all the dots he could connect in figuring out that it was her ( it was all down to him, on how long that would take ). “ stop…— don’t tell me, I gotta give ya’ the sex talk AGAIN?! ”

/ @ofmoldings​

                getting friends wasn’t something nico ever thought he’d do. then again, it wasn’t HIM who did it. friendships weren’t born form one person saying I WANT. it came from two people with a mutual want, a mutual interest and a choice chosen together. nico, had never thought that was something that would happen to him, let alone a choice he himself made. all he’d known of friendship was becoming the perfect and ideal friend to whoever ardyn’s new target was. if not friend, boyfriend. if not friend or boyfriend, than whatever need be to scoot his way into their life to make it easier for ardyn to OBTAIN. the gangbangers hadn’t been like that. there was no guide to what they were interested in, who they needed. they chose nico as he was, accepted him-- worts and all. it was something all new to him. also something he wouldn’t trade for the world itself. he’d sooner level a city then give up his friends. selfish, albeit. but true. “um.” confusion lit his face at the unfamiliar woman making her way like she owned the place, with confidence that vaguley reminded him of a certain someone. for a moment he was at a complete loss for words. a proper inability to find the right words to say beyond the normal and clear WHAT THE FUCK? “oh you’re fucking kidding.” for fuck’s sake-- “ANOTHER BODY SWAP?” eliza. “got tired of the ginger?” 

[ofmoldings]

carmendiasx​:

“ditto.” she wasn’t going to admit there was a whole minute where she thought… maybe. feeling the cold for the first time since - ever? it certainly got her brain ticking over. the what-if of it all, the knowledge that this city did impossible things, it created pause for thought. “mm, nothing major was damaged, we cleaned it up within the day.” pouring the drinks, she pushed one towards him. “i say we,” she gave a laugh to imply she did absolutely nothing. 

“good.” last thing he’d want was another place to under because of the stupid fucking storm. some places he liked were closed for a miscellaneous amount of time and nico was NOT a fan of such thing. at least this was one place that remained awake and alive. “you supervised.” he suggested, offering his glass up to clink them together before he took the shot. 

[ofmoldings]

amcrra‌:

WHATEVER BEAST HE RIDES is far smaller than the others and whilst it terrifies her still , there’s a slight comfort in that at least . ( should there be ?? snakes were smaller than lions and yet they could kill you all the same ) she hopes at the very least that this one is tame . amara slowly rises into a sitting position still wrapped in the grecian dress she’d died in and looks at him with wide dark eyes . “ i was trying to see the stars , yet there seems so little of them here . what became of them ? “

he stumbled into a special kind of WEIRD, didn’t he? nico could see as much as he got a better view of the woman--- wrapped in a dress from however long ago, a wild look in her eyes and a regretful feeling in his stomach ( why couldn’t he have just biked along? people got run over all the time? ) “the city lights drown them out.” he replied, cautious of his words and prepared to hit the road if she appeared dangerous. he wasn’t totally sure of his explanation but it would be his guess at first glance.

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tcmcrra‌:

“ THE CEMENT LOOKED COSY , “ she says sarcastically . there’s a slight comfort that it’s him of all people but tamora doesn’t make any attempt to do so much as turn her head to look at him . “ and i thought hey ! - lets take a little nap on a tar infused memory foam mattress . “ is this becoming a habit of hers ? adan had met her when she was sprawled in the side of the road too . tamora sighs and waves lazily . “ i fell , “ the darklighter says honestly . “ and getting up is too much effort . “

he wasn’t in the mood for her sarcastic tone, not when he’d taken the leap to show someone he didn’t know ( or a least, he thought he hadn’t known ) a bit of consideration and care. “have fun with your nap.” he replied leisurely, stepping back and heading towards his bike. he stopped, only a moment, while she admitted the truth of it. “well that’s dumb.” he stated bluntly. “have fun eating pavement though when a car inevitably leaves tracks.” 

[ofmoldings]

isntawinchester‌:

The arch angel’s eyes remained closed for another minute before opening and looking over to the boy.  He internally questioned if he should acknowledge that the boy was talking to him.  It was easy enough to ignore.  He was working on being more personable.  “We’re waiting,” his gaze moved from the boy up to the stairs.  

“waiting.” nico echoed dryly, eyes set on the other with confusion sounding. ‘you know, standing in the middle of the road is how you get hit by cars, right? is that what you’re waiting for?” he was asking with sarcasm, but on the chance that that WAS it, nico would beat it fast.

[ofmoldings]

carmendiasx‌:

“any reason?” she had to ask, call it satisfying her own curiosity. was there a reason? she’d never seen him here with what she’d call the ant to his dec, jaime. “sure. why not.” bringing the bottle and a couple glasses with her she moved to a corner table and set them down. “good to see you didn’t die through the storm, nico.” she teased. forever with the death jokes ( would certainly never, ever admit she was momentarily worried she too was going to bite it from the cold. ) 

“none important.” he dismissed. she was one of the rare few outside of his friends he didn’t detest the company of, someone calming and smooth in their talking. “takes more than a storm to kill me.” he muttered, taking another hit from his drink. hypothermia wasn’t actually something he’d tried, but if he could survive being set ablaze he was sure the cold wouldn’t do too much harm. “glad to see the club’s still up and running.” carmen herself up and running a good thing too, even if less important to him.

[ofmoldings]

wrckhvck‌:

          this  feels  routine  for  him.  things  start  spinning  out  control,  or  he  does,  and  he  finds  himself  sprawled  out  on  a  freeway  waiting  for  his  victims  to  stumble  upon  him.   IT’S  LIKE  THE  VAMPIRE  VERSION  OF  UBER  EATS.   while  feeling  might  not  be  something  he  has  to  worry  about  now,  there’s  something  about  old  habits  that  are  just  impossible  to  kick.   so  when  the  stranger  pulls  up  on  his  bike,  damon  dusts  out  his  acting  chops  and  groans  pitifully  to  draw  him  in  closer.   “  h-help… ”

             nico considered rolling away. spinning the wheels of his bike and just being on his way people die everyday after all. and it wasn’t his responsibility to play HERO or savior. he could call 911, but that was all human rubbish and they were never helpful. just there. so, parking his bike against the nearest streetlamp, he hopped off and approached the fallen man. though, fallen may not have been the correct vocabulary. eyes rummaged through looking for signs of injury, when none were found nico restrained from kicking himself (and kicking the man for good measure). was he being punk’d or something? was adan, maya or eliza gonna jump out with a GOTCHYA? “what’s wrong with you?” it didn’t look like anything was, which favored him in wanting to walk back to hide back and be on his way. 

[ofmoldings]

he’d been on his way back home. one of the rare times he took his bike rather than using a lyft or uber. but a sight caused him to pause and stop in his tracks. eyes narrowed, nico frowned. “is there a reason you’re laying in the middle of the road?” he hoped it didn’t lead to some loaded answer, but he was curious all the same. 

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text; nico & adan

adan: are you going to start conversations like this from now on?

adan: it would've been embarrassing for me to die of hypothermia out of all things

nico: yeah, i should just save it. copy and paste is easier.

nico: yeah those 10 dead people must feel mighty embarrassed

nico: was it 10? i honestly don't remember

nico: people need to stop dying so much its hard to keep track

[ofmoldings]

text; nico & adan

nico: hey

nico: you're not deader than usual, are you?

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carmendiasx‌:

@ofmoldings​

spotting the familiar face whilst she was pouring herself a glass behind the bar, she took it upon herself to pour one for him too. she had a great memory and usually did recall the favoured drinks of her customers. it was a quiet night which wasn’t surprising given the recent happenings. carmen walked around and in his direction, flashing a brief smile before she returned to her usual resting bitch face. “alone tonight, nico?” setting his drink own, she seated herself opposite with her own. 

alone tonight. mercifully, yes. no more vampire getting stuck by a pencil or a hunter with a knife to dig. no blonde yelling at him, or any of that shit that came with being drudged in a fucking bar. sure, clubs weren’t his typical scene but nico needed someplace familiar and he couldn’t stand the thought of a bar in this moment. “guess so, dias.” he replied. “unless you wanna join me for a drink?” he offered. 

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triggerboom‌:

it’s one sound, just one  —  but she hears it. on a good day, she notices most things. on a bad day ( which is, to be frank, most days ), she’s hyper-aware of her surroundings, seething with paranoia. it’s no surprise that she pursues that noise, like a fuming train speeding on tracks, AFRAID of what could be found and SUSPICIOUS of the intentions. “ what the hell are you doing in here? ” the harsh query is launched before she even opens the door, rattling it its hinges. “ get out. ”

sure it was a classroom shut to the students. no one was supposed to be in there. nico wasn’t sure the reason, didn’t care to learn. he’d been in there only a few days ago with another student doing some unstudently things. it was only yesterday he noticed his missing pencil. and now you must be asking WHY IS A PENCIL SO IMPORTANT? it wasn’t, but looking for it beat music appreciation class ( why the fuck they had a class for music, he didn’t know ). “looking for my pencil.” he reported dryly, only to pause upon catching her face. a familiar face.

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@wrckhvck said: 🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future? 

well a plotline i’ve wanted to do with him since the start is ardyn coming back and ordering him to either kill one of his friends or forget them all. both would have dramatic effects on nico as a person, but this is something far far into the future. in his current future i see him avoiding responsibility, encouraging bad choices, and probs feeling a ton hopeless in his situation. 

@fangedxchloe said: 💔Least favorite ship for the muse?

this was a hard one tbh. bc i’m still in the unknown if nico is romantic or just doesn’t know what that spark feels like. there's also the fact he doesn’t have many potential ships or past ones. off the top of my tongue, i’d say the least favorite potential ship would be ardyn. because there would be an epic level of grossness involved in that one and abuse of power. i made the decision not to go there because i think it would fuck nico up in a special way i don’t really want. so yes, if i had to choose my least fav ship would be that one. 

@geminislegacy said: 📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory?

i started going off in a tangent about something else before i realized i was answering the question wrong lol. okay my fav part of his backstory is that he looked for a witch (read: jaime) to help him and then he ended up meeting the gangbangers and just caring so fucking much and adopting them as his ride or die people. this fucker looked for a escape and found himself trapped in a diff way (thou he doesn’t mind this trap). 

@erinxdevlin said: 🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future?

answered. 

[ofmoldings]

geminislegacy‌:

“ we’re all gonna die or we don’t, ” she parrots back at him, in a clearly mocking tone. “ screw you. that might be your attitude whenever you get a mild sore throat, aka lay on your ass doing fuck all, but other people prefer to know that they at least tried something as they fall into the arms of the void. ” she makes it past him, just slightly alarmed by the insinuation in his words  —-  the one they all might die at the end of this. “ i’m done with this. it’s JUST a stupid, little blizzard. we’re not on mount goddamn everest. ” she closes a fist, magically opening the front door with a LOUD incoming noise of whipping winds and a blast of cold and snow that nearly knocks her ( and unfortunate nearby people ) to the floor. “ oh, my god, what’s everyone screaming for?! it’s just snow. it’s frozen water! shut up! ”

“okay. good for them.” not much of a retort but nico wasn’t really aiming for one. he understood that some people had the want to hold onto hope or any of that shit, but he accepted his fate a long time ago. just because he hadn’t thought it’d be a blizzard didn’t change anything, he had resigned to death quite a time ago. “little blizzard that requires shelters. sure.” oh wow. she had balls, he’d give her that much. but the wind swept in and DAMN. she was swept off her feet and onto the ground, along with a handful of others. nico’s sweat shook, and he was on his feet. last shit he wanted was to snap his neck on a fall to the ground from his chair (more a certain someone else’s chance than his but still). a rush of people went to shut the door, and he padded his drink to his lips. “yeah. show that blizzard how it’s done.” he quipped, looking on the blonde fallen on her ass.