#as you can imagine or may have experienced this is exhausting lol but also deeply good

[theragamuffininitiative]

Thinking again today about how the term "deconstruction" became such a catchall for the widespread upheaval in Christian circles the past several years, to include the embracing of agnostic/atheist stances with the throwing out of excess doctrines and ideologies to begin personal spiritual reformation.

What I have been walking through is the latter. But it has involved a lot of deconstruction. I had to (and continue to) remove the debris of All The Other Stuff that has been piled onto my faith by myself and my teachers and my culture, etc. I have to do that before I can get anywhere near the reformation part.

As far as spiritual formation goes, I think deconstructing my faith has been one of the best things to happen to me, better realizing what is meant by the builders rejecting the Cornerstone. But by no means has it been one of the easiest.

I say this here for two reasons:

One, I am so thankful for my deconstruction. I wish I didn't need it; I would prefer to never have the questions and the outrage and the anger and the grief and the confusion and the doubt and the wordless prayers and the betrayal. But they have taught me so much about the kingdom of God that I never would be able to see otherwise.

Two, it is possible (even likely) that some things I posted or reblogged or dm-ed in years past no longer align with my beliefs, though my core beliefs have not changed. I won't apologize for the change and growth bc I could not know then what I do now, and I will most certainly continue to say things I later learn better about. But I will offer an apology for any confusion that might cause, if one should come across some old post, or have followed me based on particular parameters that no longer exist.

Always be listening and learning, eager to grow, eager to see what has been hidden or neglected. It is not easy and, like with the term "deconstruction," you can be misunderstood as moving backward rather than forward. Yet be of good heart, and be transformed by the renewing of your mind in Christ Jesus.

#ragamusings #just processing a lot all the time and it's easier to feel grateful about it today than a lot of days so here i am #christianity #'core beliefs' here being a phrase which means: the apostles'/nicene creed and everything else is at a step-by-step process of examination #as you can imagine or may have experienced this is exhausting lol but also deeply good

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. Decided to do another pregnancy smut fest starring you, the reader, and Poe Dameron.

I love to imagine Poe as a doting, loving, expectant father. I think it's sexy. Lol.

The two of you met by chance during one of General Organa's meetings. Despite the fact of the seriousness of the situation the handsome leader of the black squadron caught your eye.

You are a rebel Alliance lieutenant, young and passionate about defeating the first order.

And you caught his. The two of you almost immediately begin a red hot, sexual relationship. A casual, mainly friends with benefits sort of thing.

The two of you can't seem to keep your hands off each other and you have sex on a nightly basis.

How will things change between you when you find out that you're expecting his child?

Warnings, unprotected sex, female receiving oral sex, angst, pregnancy talk, cockwarming. Poe is also very cuddly and affectionate towards you. 🥰🥰Not for anyone under 18.

This is straight up porn ya'll. Lol.

Flirting with disaster

It's been a few months since that chance encounter during one of General Organa's meetings. You were supposed to be focused on the extremely serious matters at hand but instead you found yourself absolutely transfixed by Mr. Trigger happy himself, Poe Dameron.

The sexual chemistry between the two of you was off the rails passionate. Your new routine consisted of nightly sexual encounters with your virile new lover. Sometimes Poe would just show up to swap oral sex, maybe do a little cuddling. But most of the time, every night, you had sex. Usually in your own bed but a few times you would squeeze into the cockpit of his X wing and sit on his lap and ride his cock until you would both cum.

You've never been with anyone quite like Poe Dameron before. He's older than you by nearly a decade and is dominant in bed but always listens to you and makes sure that you cum first. Usually multiple times.

You feel like you may be falling in love with him but you're afraid that it's still too early to tell him.

Late one night, after a particularly exhausting session of marathon sex, you are lying in your bed.

You've already slipped on a simple yet sexy little negligee. Poe is sound asleep next to you on his stomach, still nude.

You can't believe how beautiful he is. Poe is such a deep sleeper that you could run your fingers through his hair and he wouldn't wake up.

You're having difficulty sleeping so you find yourself doing just that. Playing with each soft little ringlet, giving them gentle, playful little tugs.

But this time Poe wakes up. His dark brown eyes pop open slightly and he says in a groggy voice,

"What's wrong babe? Can't sleep?"

"Yes". You reply with a deep sigh. "I don't understand how my sleep schedule got so messed up".

Poe rolls over on his side and tenderly embraces you, he wraps his arms around you and showers the back of your neck with soft little kisses.

He knows the one way to get you to fall asleep. With his arms wrapped around you in a gentle embrace Poe slides his thick cock inside of you.

You sigh deeply as you feel the warmth of his body against yours.

"Mmmm you like that babe, don't you?" Poe whispers into your ear.

"Yesss". You reply weakly, the feeling of him inside of you stirs up an entire cocktail of emotions.

You want to tell Poe that you love him but you're too afraid. You wouldn't know how to deal with the rejection.

The two of you fall asleep with your bodies locked together. The next morning before Poe gets dressed to leave you enjoy a round of sleepy, early morning sex.

After a long and stressful day packed full of meetings and intelligence briefings you can't wait to come home, take a warm bath and go to sleep.

You're surprised to see Poe waiting for you when the door to your quarters slides open. He's relaxing on the couch, his khaki shirt unbuttoned and his boots kicked off.

Even when he isn't trying the man oozes raw, animal sex appeal. You can't believe how lucky you are to come home and have this gorgeous man waiting for you.

Wanting to touch you, please you. He could be soft and cuddly or rough and dominant. Whatever you were in the mood for.

"What a day!" You announce, quickly kicking off your own boots and cuddling up next to him. "I need a hot bath and a good night's sleep".

Poe immediately leans over and tenderly kisses you on the forehead.

"Let me run a bath for you". He says, smiling a little and kissing you again, nuzzling your neck.

Tonight is a soft and cuddly night. Poe knows that you find him completely irresistible when he's being your sexy teddy bear.

Poe runs a hot bath for you. Once you sink into that hot water your troubles seem to melt away. He massages your neck and shoulders for you. As Poe massages your shoulders he plants a series of soft, delicate kisses on them, making you sigh in contentment.

"Mmmmmm". You mumble, closing your eyes in delight. "That feels great".

"I know what else would make you feel great". Poe whispers into your ear.

After he helps you dry off Poe carries you into your bedroom. Your body is tingling from excitement as you anticipate what's he's going to do to you.

He covers your body in gentle kisses from your forehead down between your breasts, where he lingers for awhile.

You begin to moan louder and you feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter as his kisses slide below your belly button.

Poe begins to gently suck your erect clit as he fingers your wet slit.

He can feel you cum for him with his mouth. Every pulse, every twitch, he can feel.

"If I don't fuck your perfect pussy I'm going to explode". Poe moans as you roll over and spread your legs for him, craving his cock inside of you.

He enters you gently, you moan and squirm from delight as you squeeze his beautiful thickness with your tight muscles.

You gaze into his eyes and run your fingers through his hair as Poe gently makes slow, tender love to you.

You cry out a little and bury your face in his shoulder as you feel his cock tense up and spill his thick seed inside of you.

Neither one of you have had the birth control conversation. But there are so many safe, effective and advanced options for men and women in a galaxy far, far away that it never crosses your minds.

You're not currently on anything but you assume that he is given his reputation.

Afterwards when you are both drifting off to sleep as you relax in his arms you ask,

"Are we exclusive?"

"Of course babe". Poe coos back, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"I'm not on the shot or anything else". He continues, the "shot" meaning one of the most popular methods of birth control for men. "But most women I'm with are on at least 1 thing so I figure why bother?"

His words immediately send chills down your spine. Before you met Poe you weren't exactly sexually active. Your menstrual cycle was light and normal so you didn't figure that you needed to take anything.

You got so swept up in the fun and carnality of your trysts with Poe that birth control slipped your mind.

"What's wrong babe?" Poe mumbles back, kissing your neck.

"Nothing, nothing at all". You reply with a nervous giggle.

You've been experiencing some things that you've brushed off as stress related. Sore breasts, weight gain, mood swings. But now you're terrified that you might be pregnant.

The next day you see your doctor regarding birth control options. But before anything is administered you are given a pregnancy test....

It's positive.

The end of part 1

#poe dameron #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x reader #star wars #star wars smut #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine

[nikibogwater]

A Shot in the Dark: Chapter 3 (Author’s Commentary)

(Read the fic here)

General Notes:

The final chapter! I don’t have too many general notes for this one (though the passage-specific notes below the cut stretch on for miles--there was just a lot going on in this chapter lol). But I will say that this is my favorite chapter of the three. It’s what the previous two have been building up to, and it really is the “heart” of the story, so to speak. That, and I finally got to make Glitter Wings Nari canon to The Immortal Bonds! (picture below the cut) I genuinely teared up a little bit while writing a couple of these scenes. I don’t know if that means they are very good, or that I was just absolutely exhausted after cranking out the first two chapters, but maybe you can be the judge. Friendly reminder to go listen to the song “Protector” by City Wolf if you are so inclined. It was a huge part of what inspired this story, and now that all three parts are published, I feel like it perfectly captures the theme and feel of A Shot in the Dark as a whole.

Passage-Specific Notes:

“...Please, Nari, I would not be doing my duty as Douxie’s...as your friend if I let you run thoughtlessly into this kind of danger.”

Another small line of dialogue that means a lot to me. I didn’t see Archie as making the instant connection with Nari that Douxie did. I think it took him a while to see her as anything more than “Douxie’s Ward.” He was always kind to her and took care of her, but I think it took him until now to realize that he had grown to really love her as part of the family. So the fact that he corrects himself here reflects that realization. I think under normal circumstances, the moment Archie finds out Douxie is in trouble/hurting, he would dive headfirst into hell without a second thought in order to help his boy. But because Nari is now also under his protection--and more importantly, now that she also has a special place in his heart--Archie has to force himself to slow down and come up with a plan that will keep BOTH of his kids safe. 

The phone rang once--twice--six times. Then it went to voicemail.

Nari lowered it with a look of pure dejection as Claire’s pre-recorded voice cheerfully told them to leave their message after the beep.

I felt like calling Claire for backup was the most sensible thing they could do in this situation--but I also needed Nari and Archie to take on Project Rescue Douxie by themselves, in order to reinforce the family bond these three have. The moment when they all reunite at the end wouldn’t have had the emotional impact I was angling for if there had been others present. So I had to pull a tiny plot contrivance and make Claire unavailable. I didn’t feel the need to explain why she doesn’t answer her phone (people miss calls all the time) but my personal theory was that she was taking a nice relaxing shower and couldn’t pick up the phone. (look, I need SOMEBODY in this story to be having a nice time lol). 

“By Ambrosia’s Gleam...” Archie breathed. A pair of dazzlingly beautiful wings reflected every light of the city back at him as Nari folded and unfolded them experimentally. They were unlike anything the cat had ever seen in his long life, vibrantly colored with rich shades of green and gold, glittering like morning dew, yet delicate as a newly budding flower.

Anybody remember last week, when I said the Most Self-Indulgent part was yet to come? This was it lol. I don’t remember when I started imagining Nari with sparkly butterfly wings, but back in early October, I drew this:

and I have been absolutely enamored with the idea ever since (but also it was a convenient way to get them to the warehouse without having to go through the ordeal of walking/taking a taxi/busting out the flying boat). So yeah. Nari’s Glitter Wings are canon to The Immortal Bonds series now. I have spoken.

He had no idea how long he had been enduring Rivan’s torture. It may have only been a few minutes, or it may have been a few years. Hell, he was getting to the point where it felt like this excruciating ache in his bones had been there his whole life. He tried not to sob as Rivan slowly pulled his magic back to himself, the agony abating for just a short moment of sweet relief. Douxie sucked in gulps of air, desperate to replenish the oxygen that had been ripped from his lungs by his own screaming.

First time really writing whump, so that was...something (I was exhausted after just the one paragraph lol). I tried to keep it as vague as I could because I don’t want anybody coming to my fic expressly for a graphic torture scene and nothing else (I don’t do the hurt-no-comfort thing, and I don’t want anybody to use my fics as such). But putting Douxie through a bit of hell does make the ending SO much sweeter. And if he hadn’t been experiencing pain, Archie and Nari probably would have taken longer to decide to come to his rescue. But there is still a part of me that detests every letter of that paragraph. 

The small dragon let out a roar of fury and leapt at Rivan, his form twisting and expanding into that of an enormous black panther. The two crashed together in a flurry of red sparks and tearing claws.

Archie turning into a black panther and going to town on Rivan is also a bit of self-indulgence. I just really love big cats, and black panthers especially are beautiful, mysterious, and powerful creatures that just SCREAM Magic and Otherworldliness to me. (also I really want to draw Panther!Archie now).

He slammed against the concrete with a yowl of pain that tore Douxie’s heart into a thousand pieces, and dropped to the floor, where he lay quivering and heaving.

That line right up there 👆 is the most heart-wrenchingly painful thing I have ever forced myself to write. 😥

Nari grabbed Douxie by the shoulders and pulled him upright. One of her hands reached around him and pressed against his heart, and he felt her aura slam into his. Instinctively, his soul opened, and he let her magic pour into him, filling his veins with the warmth of a hundred suns, wrapping around and tangling with his own magic so tightly that he could barely tell whose was whose. Nari’s voice filled his head, drowning out every sound in his ears, every thought in his mind. My magic is yours. Use it. He threw both of his hands out and felt power unlike anything he had ever known surge into his palms and explode out of his fingertips.

So this ties into a headcanon of mine that, while Nari’s magic isn’t well-suited to direct combat, she is able to augment Douxie’s powers. But this scene is also probably the culmination of every relationship-building moment I have ever written for these two. I established in A Moment to Breathe that to let someone interact with your aura in this way--to basically channel their magic directly into you--requires a great deal of trust. Douxie let Nari heal him in that story, but that was after she had asked permission to pour her magic into him. Here, she doesn’t have time to ask--she just has to go for it, and Douxie’s trust and familiarity with her is so intense at this point, that his response is to immediately surrender completely to her power. Not only that, he is so familiar with her magic, that he is able to use it himself--he combines it with his own power and casts a spell that Nari is likely unable to use herself. I intended this moment to be a representation of the way family relationships can shape and empower you. You carry elements of the people you love with you wherever you go; their influence, their stories, their love for you--it all helps shape you into the person you are. And these things are often so deeply intertwined with your own personality, that it becomes impossible to fully separate them. 

They had risked everything--the fate of the world, even--to save him. He should have scolded them. But instead, Douxie suddenly found himself overwhelmed with the ridiculous urge to cry.

This was the reason I wrote Douxie in Distress--and also one of the reasons I wrote A Shot in the Dark at all. I wanted him to experience being stripped of everything that made him powerful--useful-- and then witness his family risking literally everything for him. Not for his powers, not for what he can do for them, but because they love him. This poor, sweet boy gives and gives and gives, and the world has done nothing but take from him, and I have said “ENOUGH.” I wanted the serotonin of seeing him realize that he is valued and cherished for himself, and BY THUNDER I WAS GOING TO GET IT EVEN IF I HAD TO WRITE 9000+ WORDS FOR IT. 

She pulled back a moment later, roughly drying her face on her sleeve, and untied the black hoodie around her waist. She draped it around Douxie’s shoulders with her magic, and he sighed contentedly as the warm fabric settled around him. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and closed the garment around himself gratefully, giving Nari a tired, heartfelt smile.

I didn’t realize it when I initially drafted the story, but Douxie’s hoodie is actually a really nice visual representation of how he and Nari pass the role of caretaker/protector back and forth. Douxie is wearing it for the first half of the story, when he is acting as Nari’s guardian/brother. Shortly after he lends it to her though, he’s captured by Rivan, and Nari takes on the role of protector in turn. But yeah, originally it was just “Them trading the hoodie back and forth is pointlessly cute and I wanna do it.” (Poor Archie has to be the Adult 100% of the time. He doesn’t get a break).

Most of Douxie’s mornings began with the harsh, clattering sound of his phone vibrating and whistling next to his ear. But that Sunday morning began with a deliciously warm silence. Douxie’s eyes blinked open slowly, finding sunlight lazily shining through the windows. He was lying on his side, with Archie’s soft, familiar body tucked against his chest. A gentle warmth against his back told Douxie that Nari was curled up beside him, wrapped in her own little cocoon of blankets, her back against his. The ache in his bones was gone. He was nestled safely in the warmth and love of his small family, the world outside and all that occurred within it nothing more than a distant echo.

Wrapping his arms around Archie and pressing his back more firmly against Nari’s, Douxie closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

This final scene wasn’t actually in my original outline--originally, the story ended with the three of them beginning the long trek home together. But I felt that the story needed just a little extra time to savor in the happy ending. And so, it came full circle--ending just like it began, with the dawning of a new morning. I noticed that I spend a lot of time in this story comparing the mornings of different characters/days. I think that might have been a subconscious expression of my belief that every morning is the beginning of a new opportunity--to strengthen bonds, to do good in the world, to just live for another day. Douxie’s Saturday morning started off a little rougher than he wanted--he woke up early and had to rush around to get ready for a long day out on the town. And wouldn’t you know it, his Saturday ended pretty badly too (though I think he’s probably just grateful he got to go home in one piece haha). This Sunday morning plays out in the exact opposite way. It’s quiet, peaceful, unhurried, and full of hope. Douxie’s been through hell and back, but he survived long enough to see another beginning. And I think that’s the beautiful cycle that all human life follows. There’s pain in life, darkness and hopelessness, but if you can hold on, strengthened by the love of the people you hold dear, you will always find a new beginning waiting for you on the other side of the valley. 

...And that’s it. Thank you to everyone for reading my work. Seeing everyone who enjoyed it, hearing from you guys in the comments, knowing that I was able to give someone a good story--it really does mean the world to me. So again, thanks for joining me, and I hope our paths cross again soon. 🤗✨

#fanfiction #author's commentary #the magical siblings #and their therapy cat #a shot in the dark #thanks for reading <3

[rottenbrew]

◈  Nyx Lovette ◈ Entry for @lunisims Mason’s Bachelorette Challenge. ( I hope you grow to love her as much as I did!  ♥)

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➽ She was born on February 24, 1843, making her 176 years of age. Also making her a Pisces!

➽  She is half Hispanic from her mother’s side, and half French from her father’s.

➽  If ever pushed past her boiling point, or if she ever gets super angry or upset, (which is super rare) Nyx tends to curse under her breath in French and unintentionally puffs her cheeks out because of her overwhelming frustration lol.

➽  Nyx is a nerd for astrology and science, however due to the duties and mannerisms that were begrudgingly expected of women during her time, she never got the chance to pursue her dream of studying the massive universe she admires outside of what her father taught her.

➽  Nyx’s father, Vincent Lovette, was a renowned scientist and inventor of the 19th century, and was also infatuated with Greek mythology, thus naming his daughter after the Greek Goddess of the Night, Nyx.

➽ Nyx’s “dark” form takes after the way she used to dress when she was still alive in the 1800′s. Elegant, yet bold due to her preference of predominantly dark colors.

➽  Due to her age, Nyx is relatively wise, however she never truly interacted or experienced worldly progressions starting from the late 1900′s - now. She remained in hiding, so now that she’s willingly returning to the “real” and open world, (because she gained enough power to develop an immunity to the sun) she always gets excited like a child when experiencing the small things that others would find irrelevant or common. (Phones, amusement parks, dishwashers, HD films, etc.)

➽ Despite the pain she endured in her past, Nyx is still a very kind and cheerful individual. She takes joy in the simplest of things and focuses on the good in everything despite how harsh the world and people may be sometimes.

➽  Nyx was on the brink of death after giving birth to her first and only child, Zocrates, and the doctor attending to her was actually Vladislaus Straud. Mercifully turning her just in time, Vlad took Nyx under his wing, but strictly demanded that she was to forget she even had a son, as she would be forced to resign from ever being in his life due to her new form, and to protect their secret.

➽ Remaining in despair due to never being able to interact with her son, Nyx has always had a strong yearning to have a family and kids to call her own once again. Having to long for such things from afar, Nyx would sometimes sneak away from Vlad’s careful eye to play with the children from her town in her bat form as she appeared less menacing and at the same time preserved her secret. The kids all decided to nickname her “Baby Bat” as her bat form is relatively petite and her eyes were big and round like a baby’s.

➽ I also like to imagine that maybe Nyx and Mason met in their bat forms, with Nyx being extremely surprised to run into another vampire as she’s never met another one before (at least in her experience in the outside world) besides Vlad, especially not under those circumstances either. She would probably fly and circle around him like an excited dog lol!

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Nyx’s Backstory under the cut.

Nyx, as mentioned before, was born to a French scientist and nobleman, and a Hispanic seamstress. Their names were Vincent and Ximena Lovette. For the majority of her childhood and adolescence, Nyx was raised with nothing but love and admiration from her parents. Her father prided himself in knowing that his daughter was being raised with a proper education and opportunities to keep learning due to his status and position as a scientist. Although her mother, who was a bit more traditional as she knew what the future had in store for her daughter despite her growing knowledge, somewhat disapproved of her husband’s teachings, supported and loved her to the fullest. In 1849 however, Ximena fell ill to tuberculosis, and passed away a few short months after. Nyx, 6 at the time, missed her mother deeply, but the loss hit Vincent the hardest. He was undoubtedly and madly in love with his wife, that her death devastated him so much so to the point that he refused to step out of his office for weeks on end. During this time, Nyx took it upon herself to take care of him, and despite her small stature and inability to do certain things, she’d always make sure that her father would eat in the morning, evening, and night. Leaving new fresh clothes on the edge of his bed everyday, and always making a hot pot of tea for him around noon. One fateful day though, when Vincent managed to drag himself up from the pit of depression for a brief moment, he wandered around the house, re-imagining all the times he’d see his loving wife go about her daily routine with a gentle smile on her face. On the dining room table though, was a piece of paper, with writing scribbled on it. A child’s writing. It read “ Things that might make daddy happy.” 1. The telescope! He always likes to look at the stars with it. 2. Leaving drawings on his desk! 3. Making him his favorite breakfast but I don’t really know how.. 4. Picking some flowers! I’m going to go do that now- The list ended there, but on the bottom was a raggedy, but adorable stick figure drawing of Nyx and her father, hand-in-hand, with an angel smiling from above. Her mother. Vincent, with tears flowing down his face, clenched the paper tightly, and from that moment on found the reason to keep fighting. To move on. And that was to make sure he could always provide for his daughter, his pride and joy, and make sure she would never have to worry about how to make her father happy. He had to be strong, for her.

Nyx, now reaching her adolescent years, was beginning to catch the eye of many suitors. By the time she was 17, she already had 5 men asking for her hand in marriage. Nyx was reluctant though, despising even the thought or proposition of marriage. She wanted to keep learning, to invent, to find out what secrets the unreachable heaven in the stars had to reveal. But her priority for education was short-lived, as she realized that in order to uphold her family’s status and honor..her father’s status and honor, she had to marry one of these men. Out of all of them though, the least gut-wrenching and well..insistent was a lad named Clarence. Like Nyx, Clarence showed solemn interest during their meeting, but was a collected person unlike her other abrasive suitors. He was also the youngest out of them all, being 23. After long hours of conversations, meetings, and dinners together, they both came to an agreement and understanding. They knew they weren’t in love with each other, and were both similar in the fact that they were doing it for their families, so they came to terms that although they were to be wed, their relationship was to mostly remain platonic and distant. Even though this upset Nyx, as she would need to succumb to all the stereotypical “housewife” duties, she felt relieved in knowing that this would at least bring her father a bit of joy, knowing that she would continue to be cared for and wouldn’t be left to struggle financially. She was happy..for now.

The wedding was set on the exact date of Nyx’s 18th birthday, and the ceremony was big, as every aunt, uncle, cousin, brother, sister, pretty much everyone and their mother attended. But Nyx felt nothing. She appreciated all the happy faces that came to watch her be given away, but she always dreamed that her wedding day would be less miserable. The day went by in a flash, and before she knew it, months had passed, and her “what was supposed to be a stoic relationship” with Clarence increasingly worsened. They did not have the same priorities or standards. Clarence always putting her down for her courage to speak up for herself, and refusing to let her continue her studies as she needed to “finally know her place as a woman.” That’s when he announced that soon she would need to bear him a child, to ensure that his legacy and fortune was to be guaranteed. Feeling disgraced and defeated, she knew there was no fighting this, as this was exactly what she knew she was getting herself into. Nyx got pregnant, giving birth to a beautiful baby boy a short nine months later. Holding onto him for the very first time, Nyx felt the strongest pang of genuine love as she held this tiny creature tightly, who was sleeping ever so peacefully. But she felt herself getting weaker and weaker..something was wrong.The nurses ran out in a panic to grab the head doctor, and she knew then and there that these passing moments were most likely going to be her last. Clarence walked into the room with a dangerously calm and unnerved expression, and with the very last strength she could muster, handed her baby over to his father. The moment she felt the weight off her arms, it felt like her entire body gave in and was ready to shut down. She sunk her head back into the pillow, and her vision began to blur. “His name.” She heard. “What do you want to name him? It’s the least I can do for you, since...” Clarence’s words trailed off, as his face finally began to give way to a sullen expression. Nyx thought for a moment, and the instant thought of her favorite philosopher popped into her fading mind. “..Socrates...” But it couldn’t be common like that, she thought. “With a Z...” She heard a soft chuckle from Clarence, and she smiled softly. “Alright then, Zocrates it is..I will make sure to give him a good life, do not worry about that.” Nyx relaxed at hearing that, as that’s all she wanted for him. She sighed, and closed her eyes. She heard the footsteps of Clarence exiting the room, but after a few minutes heard the approaching of a different set of footsteps. Too exhausted and weak to open her eyes, she felt a sharp pinching on her neck, and everything went black.

The rest is all self-explanatory, as she awoke as a blood-thirsty creature of the night. Devastated that she needed to sever all ties with her son and her father..All the things she’s ever cared for and loved. She appreciated Vlad and looked up to him, but watching the years go by without a hinge...watching her father grow old and pass on..and her son..At one point the pain was far too much for her to bear, and she wished that Vlad would have just let her pass away like those that she loved. To live forever was a gift, but at the same time it was the worst curse that can be bestowed upon someone. Due to this, she locked herself away for a number of years and hibernated, putting aside all her vampire training and morals. 

Bringing us to the present! Nyx is in better spirits, and is finally awake from her deep slumber. She began to put her training before everything else, and soon managed to become powerful enough to resist the sun’s deathly, yet beautiful rays. She’s never been more ready to put herself back out there, and to see all the wonderful new things the world has to offer. Nyx is ready to accept whatever experiences are coming her way with open arms.  ♡

#lunisims #ts4 bc challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 bc #sim tag #im so #sORRY #I completely went overboard on her story but #Idk I grew to love her so much DFSGNHG #also Mason is adorable hes so cute