#c:nic

[xesotericconundrumsx]

something was pulling at her heart. persephone looked up from her work and shook her head. she left her flowers on the table, leaving for a moment. she called to hades she would be back later, she needed to take care of something and left the house. she wasn’t sure what this feeling was but she needed fresh air. as she walked around the spring goddess nearly bumped into figure. looking up the small brunette smiled. “nicholai. is that you. oh look at you, sweet boy, how are you.” their was a softness in her greeting, warm and welcoming. this was the son of chernabog, she would never forget his face, she wasn’t the biggest fan of the demon in general but she heard of his sons. but she knew nic the best, being friends with her own son. \

@lcnelyheartss​ for nic

[alex-matthews]

   It had been ages since Alex had seen or spoken to Nic. Alex decided to give the man a call and meet for coffee before opened The Dragon’s Keep. Alex had been so busy with work that he had not really had time to have a social life or spend time with friends but he was trying. Alex got to the coffee shop which was not crowed and waited for Nic. @nicartwright

[oliver-jameson]

location: nic’s house

@nicolascasillas​

If he hadn’t been so self-involved in trying to make himself feel emotionally stable, he’d feel better about the situation at hand. The home was absolutely lovely, Oliver couldn’t have felt more out of place in his life. At every second that moved by, the feeling of spilling red wine on the man’s expensive, custom linen furniture made him hysterical. How could he possibly keep his hands still at this rate? Being wined and dined was supposed to be intriguing, not overwhelming. But at the end of the day, his attraction to Nic wasn’t anything that he felt he couldn’t handle. Their evenings together were nice-- it was really filling his time up, where before, his free time had drastically increased. Too much so, really. Oliver kept no time in his schedule, if there was time to worry about something, the slot needed to be filled. Casually dating was weird, he came to understand. Not that anything about his former relationship was... normal.

Instead, his eyes were matched by the deep brown ones. He stood parallel to a master portrait of someone who seemed radically important; the frame itself most likely outweighed him and the man’s ego altogether. “I’m sure you’ve been told this before, but your home is beautiful,” He gave a hint of a grin, one that was evenly split across his cheeks as he lifted the red wine to his lips, staining them a bit pink. “Where do you think your inspiration for style comes from? Obviously you’re not one to shy away from what you want,” Oliver didn’t want his eyes to stray away from the man, but he couldn’t help it after letting his flirtation take over from him. “Don’t take that the wrong way, either,” He swallowed, feeling a wholeness in his throat. “I like a man who gets what he wants.”

[esotericconundrums-archive]

Harriet took another swig of the rum before passing it along to the boy. the pirate was growing restless, bored eve. “even terrorizin’ the AKs ‘as lost its fun. No one is scared of us, no one takes seriously and thin’ we were supposed tae be just feels like nothin’” This wasn’t the first bottle she consumed and the sips she kept taking were started to fuzzy her words and thoughts. “Yer dad is like this scary monster man and me father was a once feared pirate. But look at us, who are we supposed tae be. Bunch a kids with no future.”

@sweetdispcsition for nic

[s-ineadcallaghan-blog]

@nichbish

For a movie premiere, Sinead had expected to see more of her The Thirteenth Night castmates. She figured, at the very least, that Damien would be by her side throughout the whole night. Alas, however, he had vanished into the sea of mingling and unrecognizable faces. And for Sinead? Sinead had spent her night wandering alone, snatching drink after drink as if they were on some sort of conveyor belt to her stomach. Though by drink seven, the blonde knew she’d have to slow down at some point, and figured what better time than the present. She retreated back to her table, finding that everyone had finished their food and were off elsewhere, chatting up some storm or something the like. Well, all but one--Nicholas. Plopping herself back down in her chair, she allowed her gaze to wander over, “Looks like you’re having just as much fun as I am.”

[kitbaudelaire-blog]

( drxgonkiing )

Kit typically hated spending time by the greenhouses - too many do-gooders with bright green thumbs often dressed in an offending shade of yellow. Only the day was dreary and downcast, meaning the little plant lovers either took shelter from the oncoming storm inside the greenhouses or steered clear of the location altogether. “Off baking, no doubt,” Kit mumbled under his breath, lazily flipping to the next page of his potions textbook, mind drifting the wolfsbane essay Whitmore had mentioned in passing, an interesting challenge to be sure, but one Kit found to be a waste of time. Even reading the textbook he already finished, cover to cover, felt like a waste of time. It was a distraction, a way to quell his need for a cigarette, just like this location and the lack of people prevented him from asking anyone for one. However, Merlin either sent him a blessing or a curse when a person entered the courtyard.

Nic Shaw - a Hufflepuff, but a bearable Hufflepuff, at least one who would not run to Longbottom at the mere sight of him. “If I promise not to set the precious plants on fire, can I bum a cig?” Kit asked, placing his book to the side and leaning forward, arms resting on his knees. “Tell me you have one, please, or this conversation is already worthless.”

[alainaxrohdes]

Thanks..I Guess | Alaina + Nic

The nightfall was Alaina’s favorite part of each day. The stillness outside comforted her and the breeze always felt lovely against her skin, even when it was starting to get cold again. 

Since learning that her ancestors were witches who stuck to using magic only pertaining to nature she focused on mastering that side of her magic that was deep down inside of her. She placed a glass of water on the steps in front of her and tipped it over with her foot. Alaina glanced around to make sure no one was there as she slowly manipulated the water to rise on it’s own, she was memorized with it, so much so that she didn’t hear to obnoxious laughter and screaming until it turned into a “What the fuck are you doing?” 

There were three drunk teenagers - out way past curfew. The second Alaina saw them the water fell back to it’s original placement. She considered her options, she could tell them that they’re just drunk and seeing shit but they seemed smarter than that. She took a deep breath as they began walking over towards her shouting things like, “You crazy bitch” and “You must be the devil” she didn’t wish to hurt them seeing as they were kids but as much as she went through in this town there was no possible way for her to go out like this.

Suddenly, she heard a noise from a distance. Another man walking towards her. Great, just what I needed. She furrowed her eyebrows and squinted her eyes to see who it was and the man looked..familiar, yet she couldn’t quite put a name to his face. She was brought back to reality when one of the teens had grabbed and shoved her to the ground while she was off guard, “What the fuc-” she coughed hard as one of the others kicked her in her ribs, again catching her off guard. 

[secretfuckers]

"---" This kind of mood doesn't happen often for him; it's best to just leave him alone when he feels as bad as this.