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bewitchinqs replied to your post: bewitchinqs replied to your post: w oW i ca...
thEY’RE GON NA HAVE A G OTHIC AESTHET IC WE DDING AND BE SU PER CUTE GFS/WIVES ITS CON FIRMED AAAA
I CANT EBELIVE THEY’RE FUCKING EMO. EMO GAYS. BEAUTIFUL.
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w oW i ca n’t b elieve nyx and ca milla are ga y and g etting ma rried
the weddING IS TOMORROW I CANT BELEIVE THI S
also @bewitchinqs our icons look Hella Tight right next to each other
the stare of gay
@bewitchinqs SUMMONED ME W/ A MENTION OF NYX’S KID
cmon just one piece of straight anon hate. that’s all i want. let me live the tumblr experience
okay but this blog has a substantial amount of followers wheres my baffled straight person going “but nyx cant be a lesbain” as if i, another lesbian, actually care
Why they do they call it a booby trap…I ain’t see not ONE titty when I fell into that spike pit
september 3: secret ( oorchi & nyx )
Clawish hands hold hard against her books, this time a tome of dark and mischievous intent ( if she were honest, she would say it just made her feel better. ) Nyx had yet to fulfil her “ girl talk ” with Orochi, mostly out of fear that her art for future sight would render all Nyx’s efforts at espionage useless, and leave all thoughts and feelings barren.
Perhaps, it was just silly, to be so concerned about this. The sweet, sweet serendipity of her preoccupation was not, at all, harming anyone, only forcing a shyness wrought of nothing. Holding it closer, Nyx pushes her way towards the tent, where Orochi was waiting, materials for different precognition rituals scattered on the floor, surrounded by candles and paper statues.
For a while, they do not speak, for Nyx seems to situate herself in the circle and wait for something -- a comment, a tired response, an “ I know. ” But how would she -- Nyx was, for lack of better words, secretive and covert about her mushy, blushy crush.
Finally, the minutes of silence turns into Orochi pulling a deck of cards into her lap, shuffling them together. Orochi clears her throat, and Nyx is instantly at attention, watching her voice, the rock in the river, “ If it is more than just romance you need guidance in, perhaps you should ask a question? ”
Nyx nods, and a blush heavy shows on her hands and her face, “ Just romance, for tonight…. Uhm, will I… have any luck in love? ” Gods - she sounds like a horrible school girl, a tongue tied child ( part of her wishes she was tongue tired instead, that’s far more fitting of a woman of her age. )
The cards all meld together, quickly moved and glowing slightly, pinkish sheen showing nothing of her fate. Swirling in a wind that does not exist, the cards land in a perfect pile, and Orochi quickly pulls the one from the top. “ The Shrine Maiden.... Often a sign of a new prospect, coming up very quickly, and without much warning. In reverse, this would mean something negative, but as it is… I’d say you’re quite lucky. ”
Snatching the card, Nyx studies the art with intent, a sweet maiden painted on the front, dressed in Hoshidan robes and lacking all her cheer. Snow surrounded her, and she was designated a ‘ four ’ on the bottom, where the art was contained in a border, and underneath, in horribly ill practiced Nohrian script -- will you go out with me?
september 2: sunshine ( orochi & nyx )
Dust danced in the air, illuminated by the rays through the window, stirred up by Nyx’s lazed, languished kicking, for her feet couldn’t touch the floor in the chair that she’d so taken for herself. Sunning herself while reading was probably for the best, especially considering how little warmth she had in her bones. Subject matter for her reading material was kept rather secretive, the cover hidden by her large cape, which she’d tucked herself into.
The dust swirled, moving aside for Orochi ( she’d move aside for her too, nyx would move the world for her ) and Nyx is quick to pull her book closed and hold it to her chest. Shyly, she waves, tiny movement in clawish hands, and Orochi bounds towards her, sunlight settling against the exposed bone of her hip. Giggling, violet haired woman tilts her head towards the side, as if she could get a better view of protected book.
“ And what are you reading there? Something embarrassing, surely. ” Nyx only pulls the book closer, in response to teasing, taunting words. Orochi seemed rather proud of herself, and shifted towards her, almost too close for comfort. “ It is embarrassing, isn’t it? ”
“ Leave me alone. ” Flat tone responds, but she pulls it closer anyhow, knees now up to her chest too, as if it could be a barrier to her blushing and to Orochi. The old disguise, a chastising, rising tone, “ I want to study in peace. ” was all that came out.
Light bounces off the choker, catching Nyx’s eyes, as Orochi seems to give, before surging forward, to kiss Nyx’s cheek. Hands loosen on the book, retreat takes, and Orochi arises with success, smug and satisfied. “ How to Woo Her in a Fortnight? Brushing up on your romance techniques, is it? ”
Orochi seems to pause, and think over the consequences; Nyx looks on in rapt, unbroken attention, eyes wide and breathing slowed. “ If it is advice you seek, ” said as the light still bends, halo and heaven, “ meet me in my tent, later. We could have a girl talk. ”
september 1: legend ( mozu & nyx )
Plastic chokes around her neck in a swirling pattern, sheer cape fluttering behind her in the ragged wind, created by a pittering, weak rotating fan, one she thinks might be older than the shop of horrors itself. It wasn’t really anything special within itself, and most everything on display was a donation from a frightened once-nonbeliever. It attracted far too many tourists who wanted to see the “ creepy and cooky ” artifacts left behind by The Witch, and not enough dedicated to studying the dark arts; enough so, that her dangerous wares were kept in the back ( an incident with a biting plant and a fool’s finger finding fool’s gold proving such a measure necessary. )
She’d made it her mission to preserve all the artifacts she could - but currently, the precious shop stood dismally empty, an abyss of heat in the middle of summer; she made a mental note to include a new AC in the budget, or at the very least, stop allowing that Saizo man to practice pyromancy in the back.
Deciding that her shift had been just long enough, Nyx flips the sign ( a cutesy yellow smile told the world, ‘ be back in two hours! ’ ) and dims the fluorescents, leaving the sun lamps for the plants the only source of light; as always, she locks up, hooking her key to the belt loops on her pants - black, as always. At one point, she’d tried white, but quickly discovered that careless customers and disgusting wares made that fashion choice unsafe. Black, floppy hat blocks the sun’s rays in her eyes.
Summer heat had not been enough to dull her need for coffee ( nor her covering, dismal fashion tastes, ) and she quickly makes her way to the little store down the way. She always hoped her favorite barista would be on shift, and though she knew the aggravation of persistent, invasive customers, Nyx would flirt, or, attempt what she calls flirting. She’s not very good at it, but she tries.
Mozu was, for lack of better phrasing, a nervous mess that looked incredible in any form of dress; pretty, she was very pretty, and Nyx had yet to work up the nerve beyond the rather chaste compliment ( she was trying, damnit, and that should count for something. ) Here too, the shop was empty and Mozu would have almost been glad for some sort of activity, something to pass her time with. Nyx, with almost too perfect grace, would toss her full brimmed hat onto the rack, and walk over, controlled in her movements. A commotion behind Mozu barely caught her attention; they thought the mutual crush was, overall, absolutely adorable, and they were the worst enablers when it came to romance.
“ Good morn- afternoon. Good afternoon, ” Mozu is quick to correct, tamed excitement, and fiddles with the register to look slightly more professional, “ The usual, right? Black coffee with a shot of caramel, splash of whole milk? ”
Speechless, Nyx nods; she didn’t expect such a thing to be remembered, even if she was peculiar in Nestra, where their street was nestled. “ A-actually, could I try it iced? The AC is out in my shop. ” Muttered, pitchy voice manages.
Scurrying off, Mozu seems to have perfected the art of making an iced coffee in under two minutes, but she’s held up by two, three coworkers with blues and blondes in their hair, heckling her, “ C’mon, put your number on it! ” quiet enough that Nyx, more preoccupied with her phone than anything else, “ You gotta! ” Odin seemed the most enthusiastic, thrusting the pen towards her, “ Seize your chance, Mozu! ”
Scrawled down on the inside of the wrapper, along with “ Nycs ” ( gods help her, ) is a phone number, with “ Call me! ” and a cute, little flower, with a stem that jerks left midway through. Playing through the “ will that be cash or credit? ” outro, Nyx’s hand lingers on Mozu’s before she takes her leave, the door swinging wide and allowing cold air to follow the witch. Nyx is quick to copy the number into her phone, before the sweat on the cup brings the writing to an illegible state.
Mozu realized, she’d be back later, her hat still resting on the stand. It’d be much better to plan the date in person, anyhow.
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// the continuous Good Content right here???????
its gonna,,,, contineu goddamn it. every week is femslash week on this Lesbian Blog
august 31: family ( mozu & nyx )
Monsters had destroyed their villages, and Mozu almost found it ironic. Two members of the army, both losing family to Nohrian creatures, kissed with death and then sent on their way to war, and though Mozu remembers how she had a choice, there was no returning to burning buildings that served as more of tombs. So, Mozu flocks to the other lost soul, the other who ruined their life with monsters ( someone warned her, no, she is the monster, and Mozu waved them off. )
Nyx doesn’t have the heart to tell her, when first approached. Even she, all brought up in bitter, biting attitude, couldn’t bring herself to shatter that innocence. She could explain another time, but not when Mozu was holding her hands with such a grip that she doubted even the strongest in the army could break, and giving a goofy, goody-two-shoes smile. “ We’ll be each other’s family, howsabout that? ”
Who was Nyx to say no?
august 30: endings ( charlotte & nyx )
The doorway is wide open, and there is nothing stopping her from rushing forward, into the home that would forever be theirs. Nyx, though, lingers and takes in the home from somewhere slightly out of focus, out of view. Her wife, however, is wide-eyed, giddy, at their new house -- amazed that it is theirs.It came through Nyx’s position as a newly appointed potion maker in the palace ( penance for her crimes, that she work for the palace, with a wonderful pay and a bonus of living in a rather empty village right outside the capital, so she may have access to any herbs needed. )
Bright eyes absorb all that they have been given -- the sitting area was gorgeous, a deep velvet upholstery, a wide open window with planter boxes on the sill, and it all seemed surreal. Charlotte moves easily between it all, looking like she always has -- beautiful and absolutely awe-striking. “ They’ve given us everything, for your silly little job. ” Giggling, the lady holds her hands out to the witch, and brings her home.
august 29: armour ( charlotte & nyx )
Nyx never wore armor, but she was fairly certain that if she did, it would be nothing like this. She would put clothes on underneath, for she’s perpetually, corpse-like cold, and she would not allow her vitals to be uncovered, like Charlotte so effortlessly did, and avoided injury at the same time. Pulling her raven wing cloak so much tighter, Nyx finds it in her to laugh, but she can’t remember the joke.
Snickering at her own quip, though, Charlotte wraps her arm around Nyx and draws her girlfriend closer, just close enough that Nyx’s head is rested against where the armor is left exposed. Never minding the pauldron pressed firmly against the back of her head, she could endure that -- if only for the attention she was receiving.
“gosh, gummi, how many blogs do you have?” “way too many.”
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other things modern nyx would 100% do ( ie, things that i 100% do )
exclaim ‘ this is homophobic! ’ at any and all minor provocations
eat ice cream out of the tub
respond to boys talking to her with ‘ im a lesbian ’ ( a good way to scare off fuckboys )
in general just be very loud and open about being gay. yes, its dangerous. yes, she’s absolutely terrified of someone hurting her. but damn, does it feel so good to be proud of it.
