#nyiskarp

[thetrollsbehindher]

@menacetrolls

Nyiska: ==> Decide to make a run for it. Your name is Nyiska, and you’re doubting your faith. Maybe not in it’s entirity anymore, as your moirail helped with that, but your church, you’re still unsure of. That is why, you’ve decided to pack your stuff up and leave your given hive for a bit. You needed a break, and to leave the church behind for a bit and pray on the matter, somewhere where you can’t be assigned or pressured to make a rash decision before you get the chance to think it through.

You fled in the late night, giving yourself just a few hours to get somewhere to stay, but making sure the majority of your body is covered, just in case. With a bag on your back, and a small map, you left the church grounds and made your way towards the nearest town. Your name is Nyiska, and though you love your religion, you’re free from it. You can make your own decisions and follow the Messiahs word just fine, even away from home.  As it starts getting towards sunrise, you scramble to find an inn, and when you do, you already look a bit disheveled, you don’t pull down your collar or take down your hood. The less of your unpainted face these strangers see, the better. You drop your bags at the counter.

“pl3as3 t3ll m3 yo> still ha<3 coons l3ft...” You say in desperation.

[thetrollsbehindher]

Nyiska: ==> Visit your Diamonds

@tempi-fantrolls

Nyiska was in a struggle of faith, though she'd never admit it. Being a massacretin, especially a voluntary one, wasn't as easy as it had been before. It was as if she were always in some sort of trouble these nights, and it felt as if it were never going to end.

This is why she needed to see Viesci again, and also why she was making the trek to his hive, fully dressed at this pre-dawning hour, so late into the night, sliding her feet on the church grounds and keeping her gaze low until she reached his hive, to bother knocking.

"...<i3?"

[thetrollsbehindher]

How is that vampire boy, Nyiska? Is he what you think he is? Does he argue the fact that he could be one?

h3′s awf>l!! h3 do3sn’t know anything!!! a8o>t anything!!!!!!!! and h3′s r>d3!!! lIK3 h3 aSK3D m3 o>T!! 3v3n tho>gh i said i didn’t want to 3v3r s33 him again!!! and h3 kISS3D M3!!! do3sn’t h3 know thats not how it works!!! yo> can’t kISS som3on3 yo> hAT3 th3 first tim3 yo> s33 th3m! or 3v3n on th3 fIRST DAT333!!! XCCCCCCC >GH, h3′s gROSS!!! i m3an, im gonna go on th3 dAT3 8>t!! >gh.....!oh 8>t h3 d3finit3ly is! no do>bt! h3′s j>st hiding it may83 h3′s...i d>nno, ins3c>r3 a8o>t it? thats okay, i’ll show him its okay, it’ll 83 lik3 3dward and 8ellah yo> know?and may83 w3′ll 83 8oYFI3ND and gIRLFI3ND  tho>gh i hop3 not h3′s awf>l i j>st hh

[thetrollsbehindher]

Pester Me Maybe

Your name is Nyiska and it’s been a few nights, and the thought of the meeting kept ringing through your mind alongside that hate-filled set of two kisses you were almost embarrassed to admit you shared. At least, now knowing that was what it was. It wasn’t just some kiss. It was black. And you’re not supposed to kiss so early on in something like that! Still your lips tingled at the thought, and your notebook sat by your husktop still open to the page he wrote his handle on. You tried to bite your lip to numb it, you tried to avoid the thought, you stalled hoping this dumb crush would go away, and then lastly finally giving in, you waited so you didn’t look desperate. Now you gave in again, and messaged him.

@mushitrolls

-- nueroticAmourologist [NA] began trolling aphonicTally [AT] at 18:04 --

[NA]: >gh!!! yo> still s>ck!! [NA]: why am i still thinking of yo>? [NA]: h>h?!! why do yo> moth3rf>cking suck!!!  [NA]: so!! [NA]: m>ch!!!!!!! [NA]: yo>’r3 st>pid!!!!! [NA]: i hAT3 yo>!! [NA]: .... [NA]: i m3an...platonically... at l3ast!

[thetrollsbehindher]

Your name is Nyiska Jacayl, and church had concluded a few hours ago. You had done a little work on your assignment after getting ahold of all the necessary materials, however you were a tad distracted by the idea of your date and eventually with your nerves you shoved work aside. Your hive was a mess from vandalism and wreckage when you were sent out, and you needed to at least be presentable if you were inviting a superior in, so you set to work on that until about a half hour til his arrival. It wasn't perfect, or really all that good looking. But it wasn't trashy. It was excusable and liveable now. Hopefully he wouldn't mind. You went to put your paint back on, and then more presentable clothes. You wanted to be comfortable but not inappropriate or disrespectful. It wasn't church clothes, but it covered just as much. You picked out some Pale-rom movies, and then when the time came and he knocked out the door you were quick to answer. "fath3r8lood!" Oh well that was awkward. "...i m3an, vi3sci!"

[thetrollsbehindher]

When work is a bust...

@astrononomy​

Your name is Nyiska Jacayl, and you had a carnival today, and for the first time since seeing a tealblood executed for using the wrong pole setting up a carnival tent: you were petrified. Many indigos surrounded the area, some familiar, some new, but one face stuck out to you in particular...and it was not a friendly one. She was a dancer, one you once made a costume for that she wasn’t pleased with. She had every threat in the book against you when your refused to show your face to her that night. Somehow, you escaped punishment...but you doubt you’d be that lucky again.

You stayed still as you could and lowered your head, barely even breathed, and just hoped the Messiahs would let you have one more freebie for your past sins and mistakes.  “Hey! That’s the girl! The fuckblood with the scarf!!” You heard her voice say, and it that moment your luck had run out. 

You swear the punishment lasted hours, the pain was everywhere, your face, your back...You choked back tears as they finally pulled you up by your hair and had you standing on shaky legs that felt as though they’d give out at any moment. They got all up and in your face when they spoke to you, and they told you one thing: “Get the motherfuck out”. Well really, two things: “and don’t ever motherfucking even think to come back”

You went directly to your matesprits, about half-way there slowing your pace a bit to wipe the blood from your face. You used the scarf, as it was one of the only things you could use. And the last time it would be used, you decided then. It had no use any longer anyway.

You were crying still when you burst through his door and went up to his hive, running right past him. You went straight for his dresser and for the drawer where he was keeping some of your clothes for you, and began wrecklessy pulling out your scarves, throwing them out onto the floor; sobbing as you did.

[thetrollsbehindher]

Paint splattered performance: (Closed @tempi-fantrolls)

“Fatherblood, I’ve cleaned your brushes as requested!” Nyiska said in a respectful tone as she approached the other, her face covered between the required mask and the collar of her turtle neck pulled over her nose and mouth. “As well as prepared your costume for tonight. Are both up to your mirthful desires for your act tonight?” The massacretin finished, offering both over.

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