#nykrose

[helreginn]

@nykrosenykrose asked:

❝ i quite like the way mud feels underfoot ❞

"As do I." Hel smiled happily at the grump of a man before her. "When I was younger there wasn't a dress, boot or foot I owned that wasn't stained some shade of brown or black."

#nykrose #asks #ic #meme

[thegreatstrongbow]

💔 time to randomly generate some suffering!

a  kiss  accompanying  my  muse  injuring  yours.

Something was wrong. The elf had been away for a long time. That was not unusual. Immortal, wandering creatures like them often spent time away. But something had changed in the elf. His eyes were milky and hazy, his skin pale, almost grey. There was dirt under his nails, fingertips bloody from clawing at something.

“Nyk,” he smiled when he saw him, but it did not reach his eyes. He opened his arms for him, sweeping him into an embrace, and kissing him warmly – but his hands and lips were cold. And then the claws of his hands dug into his side, hard enough to draw blood.

#answered #nykrose #randomly generated suffering is the best kind! #have a husband who may or may not have been dead. who knows.

[distoretion]

@nykrose

Tesni took in a long, full breath as she stretched out her long neck, her nostrils flaring as she took in the scent of the rich damp dirt and the wild flowers that spread across the hills. Her hoofs pawed at the ground, dragging up even more of it as she whinnied and tossed her dark mane, breaking into a gallop that brought her across the grounds faster than any mortal horse could carry itself.

She didn’t stop until she came across a spring of fresh water, lowering her muzzle to drink deeply as she cooled herself down. There really was nothing like home to make her feel like she was back where she belonged.

#RP #starter #nykrose

[magioffire]

"Three hundred and fifty four? I didn't know you could count."

"About the same reaction I had when I learned you could read."

#boys........................................ #ask. #nykrose

[batteredoptimist]

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Despite being unable to remember anything of his life before waking at the foot of the willow, James had still struggled significantly at first to get used to the world. There were certain societal expectations that he was evidently expected to step seamlessly into, and when he failed to do so with any expediency it delivered him to the outside of the community circles in apparent social banishment. It’s only now some three years later with the help of one local who had the patience to deal with him that he’s been able to find himself a stable living situation. 

Anything green seems to thrive easily under his touch, and the knowledge of their makeup and what they can be used for already sits in the back of his mind like a shelf of library books ready to have the dust blown off of them. James has done a great deal of spring cleaning as it were in that regard, as going into herbalism seemed the path of least resistance towards making himself useful. Due to magic he cannot remember his work is exemplary, and people will tolerate rather a lot if someone is skilled in such an area- even when that person’s absent mindedness gets in the way or his Wanders take him out mindless and barefoot into the night.

So in his bid to remain useful and not tip the scales of maintaining his tentative place here, James has taken to introducing himself to people. On the road, in the pub, outside the shoppes. If he doesn’t recognize them he gives them a smile and a “Hello, you must be new here! You know, if you need anything my shoppe is just around the corner.” and that’s exactly what he’s done to the lithe, pale man with a mane of dark hair standing in front of him.

#nykrose #v.tbd #[[ hello! :) ]]

[thecreaturecrossroads]

Prickly Situation

@nykrose

The forest had been quiet for most of the morning, like usual. Just the steady chirp of the birds in the trees, and the soft gurgle of the stream that ran through the garden.

Too calm maybe? For Cairi was feeling anxious as she donned a light coat and stepped out into the muggy afternoon. The clouds from this morning had returned after only a spare few hours of sunshine and there was the scent of rain on the breeze that wafted by. 

The feelings of anxiety had begun from the moment she’d woken up yet again at her research desk after a long night of working tirelessly to find what she was looking for. Only to end in more dead ends. She walked along the usual deer paths with a basket in hand. Gathering herbs and mushrooms as she went, and aiming for the patch of thick blackberry brambles between her home and the greater river passed them. She hummed solemnly to herself as her hooves softly scattered leaves from her path. Autumn was rushing headlong towards them and Cairi didn’t know if she could feel excited for it. Since it meant yet another year might close without an answer to her clan’s problem.

Her problem too.

#Nykrose #Nyk #Cairi #Water Horse #Witchy Horse #Unicorn Witch

[admirableringmaker]

7. how public is your muse about their gender / sexuality / romantic attraction?

In terms of attraction - very. He doesn't hide it; he likes what he likes (mostly, anyone powerful and pretty, though I think he slightly prefers masculine bodies - part of the reason he usually chooses one for himself). Whose gonna say anything to him? He's Sauron.

He is fairly open about his gender - that is, the fact that he likes to switch between forms - but more in the way of he doesn't talk about it, he just lets everyone else figure it out for himself. He doesn't really consider himself to have a gender, just a form. Gender is for mortals. His gender is clearly Dark Lord.

#nykrose #headcanon #answered

[stardusthalos]

It was a crisp winter day, with no snow falling quite yet despite the smell of it in the air. The snow that had already fallen appeared to match the aesthetic expected, puffy and stark white on the ground and buildings it had fallen on. As well as causing mildly icy conditions on the ground for unwitting pedestrians to trip over themselves.

On this fine day Rhemiel had offered to take Nyk out for a little market date, wanting to show him the comforts and delights of a small town event.

"I hope you don't mind sticking close to me," He said with a soft smile, "Despite only taking up a small square there's so much packed in here, it can be easy to get sidetracked or tired after a while. Let me know if you need a break, okay?"

@nykrose

#nykrose #rhemiel ic #:D

[kxllerblond]

(cont. x) @nykrose​

❝ Then we’re kindred spirits in that sense. ❞ plucking at his suit cuff in search of lint that clearly wasn’t there and avoiding the other’s gaze.  

 ❝ Do you have any board games? Perhaps cleaning that needs to be done? Really, I’m game for anything that won’t end in a mess. ❞ his shoulders lifted and fell in what he hoped was a nonchalant shrug instead of something as rigid as he felt. 

❝ We can sit in silence for all I care. I really just need the second body around. I’m in no need of a proper host or adequate company. Any company will do. ❞

#(;ic) #nykrose

[leondxs]

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Leondas was no stranger to indulging his most primitive, violent instincts. The hunt itself was not enough, the taste of blood was not enough. He needed to bathe in it, roil in it. To put it plainly, he’d made a mess out of his most recent meal.

And yet he carried himself like some stuck up noble as he strode through the woods, covered head to toe in crimson stain. It was as if it were nothing out of the norm to him, his face slack and emotionless as he continued to lick at the corners of his mouth and hands. Despite the love for his hedonistic revelry, he knew it was time to clean himself up after the fun.

He approached a small pond and kneeled before the water. The crystal clear liquid quickly became soiled with tinged red clouds as he washed himself off. He looked down at himself and grimaced. Perhaps he’d gone a bit too far this time, as he’d soiled his good shirt. And there was no washing that out.

He growled and reached to disrobe himself, but paused. Ears perked slightly as he listened around him. One could not be too careful, there was a chance he was not alone.

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[ignisregina]

@nykrose | from x

"I accidentally swallowed an insect a few moments ago."

" I doubt anyone would consider that an actual meal. "

#nykrose #(.rp) #(.ic)

[helreginn]

nykrose:

The word Nyk would have picked was 'cynical,' but he was often more honest than polite. He did not think a hole cared who dug it. "As you say." He stepped aside to make room, lest she suffer a swing of his elbows. He might not be particularly tall, but he was long of limb. @nykrose

Hel twisted her hand at the wrist. In her empty palm, a small but sturdy shovel appeared and she claimed her spot on the dirt beside him.

"Have you much time to kill then?" She asked, trying to make idle conversation. "I would've thought you'd be keen to have this done and be on your way.."

#nykrose #Once again I am a hater of the ask reblog format. #I would quote that “If there's no BLANK left then I am gone” meme but I can't remember it so.. #LOL #Élqueueðnir

[thegreatstrongbow]

"Stop licking the damn thing!" Beleg you better not be licking your own feet. Or Nyk's feet. Or ANYONE'S feet. Better be licking a tree or something you wild hooligan.

"It tastes sweet, trust me!"

He stepped back from the tree though, his fingers and chin sticky with sap. "Try it!"

#answered #nykrose

[magioffire]

@nykrose

"Speak for yourself. I have everything I want."

(It helps that he wants very little. Low expectations? Not knowing any better? Who can say?)

--

"It is not such a sin to have some expectations, Nyk."

"My nose is speaking for itself, and it says: 'you need a bath. With soap.'"

#stinky #ic. #banter. #nykrose

[gossamerashes]

@nykrose

The morning sun cuts a swath of light across the kitchen, bathing the room in a soft-as-cotton glow. Wolfram sits at the small breakfast table, a cup of aromatic coffee in hand. The tip of his well-worn boot kisses the edge of the stretched, sun-bright geometry cast from the window, the whole of him lounged beyond the reach of direct light. Within that oblong cage of illumination, something glistens upon the stone floor.

He's seen them before; the wet footprints cast in the shape of something animal, something unknown. Unknown. No, Wolfram knows exactly who is to blame for the damp floors. His eyes, gray as the storm clouds and promise of rain that forsake Bastion’s arid expanse, find Ambrose then and, not for the first time, he considers the true nature beneath that pretty human guise.

His lips meet with the mug’s rim and he sips the brown, nearly black, brew. No sugar, no cream – and not because he has a distaste for sweet things, but because he finds sense in denying the indulgence. He is still sleep-soft and sleep-mussed, and the pillow-tousled mess of his hair softens the scrutiny of his unwavering stare.

It's too early in the waking day for heavy thoughts and yet, Wolfram is thinking.

Soft mornings, freshly brewed coffee, the promise of a home-cooked meal; all dollops of warm color that work together to create a painting of domestic bliss. Wolfram feels himself a discordant presence, an aberration of cold, desaturated pigment that cannot fit. He isn’t sure how to, isn’t sure how to be this, whatever this is.

Last night, he killed a man – but not before eliciting one painful admission after the other, until rattling words rendered into nothing more than unintelligible weeping. Wolfram did not feel righteous but he felt right – right in the ways a man performing the duties asked of him might. Right in the ways a man who understood that the ends justified the means knew rightness. He’d washed his hands after the fact, his face, too, from where the blood spray marred it – a practical ritual now carried with more meaning, with a fastidious intent – before making a late return to his estate.

Now he sits, in the soft morning light, sipping coffee with the warmth of something that whispers achingly close to home, but is denied the title by Wolfram’s obstinance, ambient in the room. He does not know how to be this, but he has no other option but to try, and so he does simply by being there, in that chair, drinking his damned coffee.

His eyes flick down back to the floor, to the wetness there, before returning to Ambrose.

“I take it your horse is settling in well.”  It took more effort than Wolfram would’ve liked to track the gelding down, but he managed. He chose not to be there when Ambrose was reunited with the steed and left it to the servants to make the reveal. Weeks ago, this happened.

Now, Wolfram asks, “Do you remember our wager?” If Ambrose feigns ignorance, Wolfram will be kind enough to remind him.

#ic #ch: wolfram #verse:[ the wolf & the nokken] #nykrose #wherein Wolfram finally stops being obtuse and asks a damned question

[thecreaturecrossroads]

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