#nyx writes stuff

[nyxicnymph]

briefly perused the novel I wrote at age 16 and here is what I have gleaned:

I was so obviously terribly homeschooled in a christian environment

I was a budding bisexual baby

I didn't understand writing at all

I put my characters in so many situations for no reason lmao

Rick is Autistic

I need to rewrite this so bad

[marcyuwu]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Anne is taller than her, if only by a few inches, and she’s chuckling as Marcy wobbles precariously. “Marcy is a pretty name,” she says, offering a blinding smile. “Well, Marcy, don’t you worry one bit; I’ll wrap that ankle up and then you definitely won’t press charges against me, right?”

“Don’t worry,” Marcy teases, “I don’t press charges against pretty girls.”

Anne just laughs, and with Marcy’s bag slung over her shoulder and her arm supporting Marcy’s weight, Marcy relaxes, most of her tension just melting away– she’s definitely had worse encounters with people she was supposed to have killed five minutes prior.

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or: marcy wu has a highly unusual line of work: and anne boonchuy is her newest target. assassin au.

[nyxicnymph]

The Man in the Sketchbook

Rating: teen. Pairing: Albedo/Scaramouche|Wanderer

Albedo is empty. He doesn't know what he is missing, what is wrong. All he knows is that he woke up today, and felt like the world was off-kilter. Like he was missing something important that wasn't missing yesterday.

He doesn't solve, or at least come close to solving, the mystery, until a month or two later, when he picks up a sketchbook he'd filled some time ago, one that had ended up discarded for reasons Albedo couldn't seem to remember. Out of curiousity, the kind an artist always feels when presented with their older works, Albedo opens the book.

To his surprise, he finds sketch upon sketch of the same person. A person he doesn't remember.

Dark blue-violet hair with deep blue eyes glare up at him from one of the rare colored sketches, painted in a watercolor style that leaves the unknown man looking nearly unreal, transient even.

Albedo feels a strange sense of longing the moment he lays his eyes on these forgotten sketches.

He tears his eyes away from the drawings of such a captivating stranger- Inazuman, if Albedo has to guess where he might be from- and checks the dates labeled in the front of the book. What he sees causes him to falter. The latest sketches in the book were only about three months old.

Albedo sets the sketchbook down, staring into the wilderness on Dragonspine. There is no way he could have forgotten drawing that many sketches of the same person in that short of a time period. That meant that something had happened, something out of Albedo's control.

He loses himself in that train of thought, draped over a table, another blank page beneath him. When he comes to again, he finds that even if his conscious memory fails him, muscle memory does not. For there lays on what was previously a perfectly blank page, yet another rendition of the same man, with the wide hat and dark veil, and the mysterious, stormy aura.

As Albedo dives further into the mystery sketchbook, he gleans some things. One, the mystery man seems to be cold and sharp, but even he has his quiet and gentle moments. Two, Albedo must have spent quite a bit of time with him, because many of the sketches Albedo is seeing are done in the loose style he uses when he's trying to capture a brief moment for another day's use.

The third thing Albedo realizes, leaves him with a heavy heart.

The man in the sketchbook? Must have been a high ranking member of the Fatui. The insignia is tucked away or nearly hidden in many of the sketches, but there are times where it's in full view, though it's clear that in the past, Albedo had tried to obscure it slightly with messy scratchings of his pencil.

Yet, even now, Albedo draws him. He can't help it. Somehow, drawing the mystery man helps to settle the unease that rests in Albedo's heart, calming whatever has got him feeling so off-kilter.

One day, the Traveler, the Honorary Knight, sends Albedo a letter, asking him if he would be so kind as to pair up with one of their friends for a commission. If Albedo says yes, Traveler will simply send their friend up to him, and the two of them can make their way to Liyue together.

Albedo says yes, of course. Ever helpful and dutiful, and Traveler had promised him some alchemy materials in return, as a fair trade.

The day of this commission approaches, and as Albedo prepares his own gear, he hears the snow crunch behind him. A thud echos behind him, but it's the swearing voice that causes Albedo to freeze and then whip around.

Something about that voice was achingly familiar....

A wide hat, dark blue-violet hair, and deep blue eyes full of storms.

Albedo makes eye contact with the stranger from his sketchbook. For a split second, Albedo sees recognition, panic, and something more flash through the man's eyes. Then he speaks again, brash, and the strange yet familiar sound of his voice tugs on Albedo's heart.

"You must be the Alchemist Traveler mentioned. I'm-"

"In my sketchbook," Albedo interrupts breathlessly. "You're the man from my sketchbook. Well... mostly." As Albedo takes him in, he sees no signs of associations with the Fatui, though that could simply be a disguise.

The man's eyes widen, and he takes a step back. "You... know who I am? You remember?"

Albedo thinks it might be easier to show first, and pulls out the sketchbook once more, opening it to the watercolor image that first took Albedo's breath away. "I must have drawn you a hundred or more times. But I don't remember drawing you- in here, anyway- or who you were to me."

The man seemed to have stopped functioning entirely. "Irminsul... didn't wipe your drawings? You have a record of me from before?" Albedo simply nodded, while the man beside him stepped back, a hand over his eyes. When he spoke again, he sounded choked. "I never thought..."

"Let's start again," Albedo suggested, putting the book away and extending a hand. "Whoever you were before, I don't remember. But I would like to know who you are now, if that is okay with you. Albedo Kreideprinz, Mondstadt's Chief Alchemist."

The man moved his hand, moist eyes searching Albedo's. Whatever he sees must convince him, because he tentatively takes Albedo's hand, and shakes it gently.

"I'm... a simple wanderer these days. But... You used to call me Scara."

It does not escape Albedo that Scara has yet to release his hand. So he squeezes it gently.

"A pleasure to meet you, Scara. Again."

~end~

[nyxicnymph]

Once again Dadluc has taken over my brain. I'll let you guys guess the accompanying ship :) (there is a hint to the answer in these three lines)

[nyxicnymph]

Le Triton

Chapter 1

Wriothesley did not often feel eyes upon him when he stepped into the depths of the Fortress of Meropide. This, he knew, was thanks to the thick metal walls and the gallons upon gallons of water that surrounded the Fortress.

Gallons of seawater that were slowly becoming more and more deadly to him and his people.

But it seems, despite what one would pass off as common sense, there are things in Teyvat that just… defy common sense.

Such as the gaze Wriothesley felt when he is en route to check on the Wingalet. Finally, this bothered him enough to carefully trace his path back and forth, to try and pinpoint where he is being watched from.

He noticed that it’s the only place with windows in the entire Fortress that lent him to the mysterious gaze. Windows that look out directly to the seafloor.

This was becoming migraine worthy.

So, Wriothesley retreated to his office, to mull it over. Sure, there are animals in the water. But he doesn’t often notice the gaze of an animal. A mecha wouldn’t give him that same, spine-tingling feeling, either. It has to be something sentient, he concluded. But what?

He thought of the Fatui. He did ferret them all out of the Fortress, but if they’re that determined to infiltrate, perhaps they’re scoping out the glass on that lower level.

Besides, he remembered that the first time he noticed this gaze, he had been taking a short swim around the Fortress. That had to be the connection.

He’d have gone and investigated the area, but he needed to check the levels of the Primordial Seawater before he decided to go for another dip in the sea. Otherwise, he might end up faring worse than he did before. A little flushing of the skin could very well turn into full on dissolving if he wasn’t careful.

But when Wriothesley checked the levels, he found that they’d lowered some since the last time he checked. His eyebrows lowered in confusion and he turned away, and fiddled with something else for a few minutes, and came back. The readings were still lower than he expected.

There’s no explanation.

He was really confused.

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.

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It took a few weeks, but he finally was able to get far enough ahead in his work to take a day off. He left the Fortress, something that Miss Sigewinne, frankly, viewed as a miracle, and he headed to the Palais Mermonia. Mostly because he didn’t exactly know where the Library would be, but he was certain that someone there would know.

But as it turned out, the Library was located in the Palais. Now, all he needed to do was… figure out exactly what he was looking for.

He didn’t exactly plan his research ahead of time. All he had to go off of was… well, mysterious underwater gazes. Maybe to see if there is anything that… lives in the sea? Beyond the usual animals. Something else.

Unfortunately, with so little to go off of, there wasn't a lot of research he could really do, other than looking into common myths about the sea and the creatures.

There still wasn't a whole lot to go off of, just general uneasiness, or a feeling of being watched when in the depths. But he found some books to read anyway, and settled into a chair for a while.

As Wriothesley had suspected, most of the book was filled with older, debunked myths, things that were explained by the crabs, the stingrays, or even just mischievous Hydro Phantasms acting up. But here and there, were little snippets of divers feeling a strange gaze upon them, unnerving them so much that they would surface and avoid the area they had encountered that gaze. Some reported a long, dark shadow slipping away, and others reported encountering strange structures, structures that weren’t natural, but that none of the known creatures in the lake could have possibly done.

So there was definitely something in the water. Wriothesley scrounged around for a map of the underwater side of the nation, and using his finger and a few small items he kept on his person, he marked a few spots mentioned in the stories he was reading. 

As far as Wriothesley can tell, most of the incidents were in a relatively large area, but there were some more concentric spots he noted. Whatever was in there, first of all, didn’t seem to have intent to harm, secondly, seemed to maybe patrol around the lake, and thirdly… might have a home near the Fortress.

Wriothesley looked at his makeshift tracking map. Then he reached for the book again, rereading the part of the strange structures. Not described like houses or any kind of shelter, just “structures”. If the author had left some illustrations, maybe Wriothesley would have a clearer idea of what these “structures” were.

Eventually, Wriothesley wrapped up his research, keeping some notes on the topic, though nothing very coherent to anyone outside of Wriothesley’s mind. Then, he took his leave, nodding at the melusine at the desk as he did so.

Back in his office in the Fortress, Wriothesley took a map of his own, and tried to replot the points from earlier. When he deemed it close enough, he set it aside, and went to go check the Primordial Seawater levels.

The Levels, as he was expecting this time, still lower than his predictions. So, he prepared himself for a dive.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of any easy entrances to get into the waters around the Fortress, all by design, obviously, but it still could be frustrating to have to go all the way up to the surface just to get into the water.

Still, as Wriothesley took a breath and dove into the sea, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. What would he find? Some mundane explanation? Or maybe… Something less easily explained?

[nyxicnymph]

pick a song number and I will tell you why that song is in this playlist <3 hugs and kisses

[nyxicnymph]

Okay so when I finally catch a god damn break. After I finish 12moc (Kaelan fic) What should I work on? rarepairs only to avoid too much bias <3

Scarabedo fic

Huqing hanahaki

Kaelan bonus fic (will not be suitable for all readers)

Arlevia fic

Ganfei fic since i'm gonna fucking starve this year ig

Wrionoct fic

spin the wheel for a Diluc pairing

Voting ended onJan 31, 2024

[nyxicnymph]

God!Kaveh fic (ending because I haven't written the beginning)

Rating: teen Warnings: implied character semi-death/resurrection Summary: Kaveh and the girls (Dehya, Candace, and Jeht [Now with a Hydro vision]) are in the desert on an expedition with some of the desert children, when a sandstorm hits. Kaveh has a sudden, strong urge to protect everyone, and something inside of him shifts.

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They're in the desert when it starts. A sandstorm. It hasn't hit yet, but it's building, and it's coming their direction.

Dehya, Kaveh, and Candace, the three of them, quickly put themselves between the children and the biting winds, and Jeht joins them.

Kaveh worries about her more self sacrificial tendencies, but since he is currently doing the same, he has no room to judge. Instead, he opens his hands to the women on either side of him, and they all link, forming a semblance of a wall.

Dehya says it first. "This won't be enough."

Of course it won't, Kaveh thinks, something gnawing at his heart. We're only four adults trying to protect at least a dozen kids.

Candace interrupts his thoughts. "What if we try to hide in the sand?"

"No, we could end up either exposed, or buried beyond help," Jeht says. "All around, this is a bad place to be. No rocks, no cliffs, nothing to brace against or hide by."

That feeling grows in Kaveh's chest, and his fingers twitch to design a structure, to build a shelter. The urge is overwhelming. He can already visualize it, the walls, the angles, how it wouldn't have windows down low but it would up high.

Candace tugs at his sleeve with urgency. "Kaveh. You're..."

He looks down at his arm to see the now-familiar sight of glowing green lines under his shirt, creeping out to the palms of his hands, the tips of his fingers.

"I-" he hesitates, then breaks from the chain, pushing the women back towards the children. "I can do something about this. Trust me!"

Candace turns around, scrutinizing him. "Are you sure?"

Kaveh feels like maybe Candace knows more about what's happening than he does, but he nods regardless. "I'm sure."

"Kaveh!" Dehya shouts. "What are you doing?"

Candace holds her back. "Dehya, just. Focus on the kids right now! Okay?"

While Candace keeps Dehya and Jeht focused on the kids, Kaveh closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling in his chest.

He breathes in. Breathes out. Raises a foot. And slams it down.

A foundation bursts from the ground underneath the group. A clap of his hands raises structural posts, that branch into walls.

The walls rise, and windows form. The roof flows upwards, sealing over everyone. Dizziness slowly creeps up on Kaveh, and he opens his eyes to see Dehya in the open doorway, being held back by Candace and Jeht.

"Kaveh!" Dehya yells, frantic. "Kaveh, the storm!"

Candace meets his eyes with her own, green reflecting off of her and Dehya's accessories and eyes. She nods, and heaves Dehya back. Kaveh snaps, a door forms, and he falls into the sands, eyes closing as the storm overtakes him.

At least I've done something right…

When the sandstorm clears, Candace finally allows Dehya to run outside and search for Kaveh. Jeht stays with the children, but her expression says she's worried, too.

Dehya sprints to where she had last seen Kaveh, suspended above the ground, eyes, the tips of his hair, and lines on his body all glowing green, and frantically begins to dig.

"What a fucking soft hearted idiot," she curses in worry. "Doing all that and forgetting to shelter himself. Dumbass. Idiot! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupidly kind and generous and- ah!"

Her digging has uncovered a hand, gently glowing lines of dendro green pulsing across the palm and fingers.

"Candace, lend me a hand?"

Candace kneels beside Dehya, and together they excavate Kaveh from where he lays in the sand. Dehya thinks Candace is strangely calm for the urgency of the situation, but bites her tongue. Candace has been paying more attention to Kaveh as of late, maybe she knows something Dehya doesn't. It wouldn't be the first time, and it won't be the last.

Finally, Kaveh is freed from the sand, but he still doesn't wake. Dehya checks his pulse, and a tremor runs through her when she feels how weak it is. Then she notices how dim his vision is, and even the strange green lines aren't as bright as they were.

"Candace... I think..."

Candace wordlessly tugs Dehya up and back towards the shelter that Kaveh had made.

"Candace! We can't just leave him!"

"Dehya, if what I think is happening is what is happening. Then you need not panic. If I am wrong, I'll bear the consequences. But," she says, glancing at where Kaveh lays in the sand, "I know my stuff. Come inside, it's safer for us."

Dehya follows her inside, watching nervously as Candace calmly shuts the door on their friend. Jeht joins them.

"What's wrong? Why is he still out there?"

Candace hums. "Ten minutes. If nothing happens by then, I'll explain."

Jeht and Dehya exchange a glance, worried. But they nod, and focus on distracting the kids.

A few minutes pass, and then Dehya feels a strange tug. She pauses, and looks over at Jeht, who's looking over at her recently gained Hydro Vision with confusion. The tug happens again, and the Visions in the room pulse.

Dehya whips her head around and looks at Candace, who simply smiles slightly. "I was right."

"About what?!"

Candace says nothing, but beckons the other two women upstairs. They follow her, and find her sitting on the ground beneath a window. Jeht goes to look out, but Candace stops her.

"It's not safe to look right now. Come here, I'll explain."

Their Visions are all glowing brightly by this point, the tug of energy now more of a pull. Dehya crosses her arms as she sits.

"What's going on?"

"To put it simply, Celestia has chosen Kaveh to join the ranks of the gods. He must have passed the Celestial Trials already, and is currently being.... 'Reborn' isn't quite the right word, but it will do."

Dehya thinks back. "Hang on, I remember from some books I've read that there's two sets of trials."

Candace nods. "It seems he had been going through the first Test for a while." Candace takes a glance at the window, gauging the light. "As a direct descendant of Deshret, I know how to tell the difference between gods, humans, and those somewhere in between. I knew Kaveh had been chosen when we met up to start the field trip with the children, but I wasn't sure how far into the Trial he was."

Jeht asks, "So the sandstorm was like a catalyst of sorts?"

Candace nods. "It seems so."

Green light flashed from outside, causing Dehya and Jeht to flinch. Candace stands up, helps them to their feet, and they regroup with the children, calming them as best as they can.

The light fades, and Candace approaches the door, slowly turning the knob. The door opens and reveals that the desert around the shelter has been turned into an oasis. Kaveh is sitting in the center of it, head against his hands.

Dehya rushes to him and grabs him for a hug.

"Hey, ow! My ribs!

Dehya holds him there, before releasing him, letting him not-quite-fall to the ground. "Still not terribly durable, eh?"

Kaveh frowns, rubbing his side, and then his eyes meet Candace's.

"How do you feel?" She asks, properly helping him up. She looks at the renewed lines on his arm, nodding.

He sighs. "Mentally, I could use a nap. Physically? I... I don't know."

"It will take time. I'm sure you can ask Lord Kusanali for guidance." She hums for a moment. "I would advise keeping this a secret from most people, if possible."

"Noted. You knew the entire time, didn't you, Candace?" He asks, fussing with the grayed Vision on his hip.

Candace winks with her amber eye. "Perhaps. You may wish to see if you can reignite that, it will help deflect questions."

Kaveh looks at the Vision properly, and his eyes widen. "Oh gods."

Laughter breaks out in the oasis.

~end~